Harley Quinn

“Hey! Wake up!”

Harley says, as she pokes at the rookie’s cheek. The new vigilante had gone unconscious after getting their butt kicked in battle with some of the Riddler’s goons. A shame, really. Those guys really weren’t that tough, after all.

“Helloooo?”

She called, in a sing-song voice, as a mischievous smirk spread across her face. She may have been a criminal, but she wasn’t all bad. She sympathized with them, in a way. She too was once a rookie on the streets of Gotham that nobody took seriously, and clearly this punk could use some help.