Ch: 22 [Natasha pt: 1]
I open the car's door. Huh? There is sothing on the ground. A card! I picked it up. What's a card doing in the garage? I don't rember playing cards in the garage. Fuck! Harley Quinn's face is printed on the card with a red kiss mark and 'My Puddin' written under it. I flip it. There is a picture of the Joker's slit throat. With 'Fucker!' Written all over the side and a hand-drawn picture of a broken heart.
Ah, crap! I ran to the main gate and looked around. There were only a few cars on the road. The nearby shops are preparing to open. My neighbor passed the gate. He is jogging with his dog.
Harley Quinn escaped custody.
This is a problem. Harley was here last night, I think. I don't know when. But from her ssage, I can tell she is after , probably trying to finish where she left off. Don't tell those numbnuts put her in Arkham Asylum again.
Well. What the hell? Although her head is ssed up, she has a killer body. I think I will be fine in case she decides to drop by. As long as my family is not hard...
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