"Yoo hoo!" Harley Quinn, clad in her full Harlequin regalia, climbed nimbly through the doorway she had 'made' in the concrete wall, holstering her bazooka. "Anybody hooooome?"
Slade's eye twitched as he looked up from the files strewn about his desk.
"Hello... Ms. Quinn, I wasn't expecting you so soon." He closed the file and gestured to the chair across from him. "Please... feel free to put your weapon on the side-board and have a seat. I'm sure you have... questions."
"Don't mind if I do." She dropped her gun with a tremendous thud, careless as to where it rolled. Settling into the chair, she grinned. "Spooky digs ya got here, Mr...?"
"Aww, right right... Yer that Death-Stroke-y fellar. Yeh, I've heard of ya. Well, my puddin's mentioned ya." She jumped from her seat suddenly, slamming a fist on his desk. "I just gotta get a piece of this action, Mr. S! I can't go home without somethin' ta show for my leavin'!"
She paused, considering this. "Well, I proba'lly can't go home at all." She smiled humbly. "I kinda got kicked out."
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"Hello... Ms. Quinn, I wasn't expecting you so soon." He closed the file and gestured to the chair across from him. "Please... feel free to put your weapon on the side-board and have a seat. I'm sure you have... questions."
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She paused, considering this. "Well, I proba'lly can't go home at all." She smiled humbly. "I kinda got kicked out."
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