BOY BLUNDER (HARLEY QUINN’S POV)

~WARNING~ Content may not be suitable for Batman fans.

Bird Brain is on patrol, all on his own, running around on rooftops. As he perches on a ledge, looking over some shady men packing bags into a truck, I sneak up behind him unnoticed and place my hands over his eyes.

“Guess who!” I gleefully say, as I flick a switch on my wrist, a tube protruding outta my sleeve blows out a cloud of noxious sleep gas that immediately subdues the birdie.

I drag the heavy sleeper away, thinking of ways to humiliate, **** and **** Batman’s little punk.