What happens to Harley?

Mista J shares his toy

Harley didn't mind much when her puddin' let his men have their way with her, they were men and she was a woman after all. She didn't mind when puddin' would fuck other girls or **** himself on some of the female cops he'd "invite to stay" at his carnival hideout.

No, what Harley hated was when someone would get rough and rip her outfit to shreds to get to her naughty bits. It wasn't easy or cheap making this stuff.

A villain Joker had planned to team up with to attack Gotham had torn open Harley's shirt and mini shorts with a knife as the Joker watched on from his ruined and graffitied throne.

It wasn't uncommon for Joker to use Harley as a bargaining chip for this sort of thing. But Harley knew this was just the way things were as a woman, she know after all that was done to her that he still loved her. At least she made her puddin happy.

Harley stood before her puddin's soon to be partner, clothes ripped to ribbons and falling off her.