[sbox] February 25th
There was somebody in this town, of the variety of fellas Harley was, dyin’ to meet, every time Pandora grabbed them with its little puffy chains. And when she thought fellas, she meant just the one, but she had come to figure out that the world was a bigger mess than what she believed in her earlier jester days. While she had fallen in love with the one and only Clown Prince of Crime, her Puddin’ was legendary enough to have bits and pieces and sometimes wholes of his one-in-a-kind self in other pieces of reality as well. In the end, it had not surprised her that much, havin’ experienced the dazzlin’ allure of her ex-patient, the man who had tore her down and re-made her, just like he had done with Gotham City.
After enough time without the glitz and glam, she had almost convinced herself that this coocoo, colorful cage had chosen to be Joker-free, forcin’ Harley to be the same. But she had only been a fool to believe that Puddin’s extra special attractiveness could ever fade. Pandora had taken a likin’ at him again and brought him in the gloomy and miserable streets of Blackhaven where he could add his personal colors! Or somethin’ of the sort. Harley’s mind didn’t always worked the way it should, so she wasn’t sure what to expect even when she flirted with the unexpected herself. There were universies of copycats and versions and this and that and the other. It made her feel like she had fallen in a soup with every different type of shrooms there were.
But she had to see. She had to know, even if some might be ready to call her desperate instead of… curious. Concerned. Carin'. Other c words she could think of, as she made her way towards the building that she was supposed to find him at. A stray cat greeted her at the entrance and Harley’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. ‘Whatcha lookin’ at, cat?’ she called at the animal, which was starin’ at her with a look that was hard to interpret, as cats are used to do. ‘Don’t I look good enough?’ she continued, placin' her hands in her waist. The cat did not bother to reply, so Harley gave up and hopped inside. ‘Ah, what do ya know..’ she murmured as she climbed the stairs, suddenly cheery and energetic, makin’ as much noise as possible.
‘I look to my left, I look to my right, I’m looking for a man, I’m lookin’ for a siiign...’ she started singin’ loudly, her voice sweet and girly but filled with uncertainty. She straighthen the half red and half black dress she had chosen, her heels clickin’ on the poorly constructed floors. Homecomin’ was the first word that popped into her mind and she snickered.