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"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof."

"Deal," Harley grinned. "That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night." Character Context purple_bitch_-_Harley_Quinn_and_Punchline_chill...

"You know, for someone so 'ideological,' you're really good at sitting still," Harley remarked, popping a bubble with her gum. "Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can

Punchline paused, her eyes shifting to the cooler then back to the horizon. For a moment, the tension of being "the ex" and "the current" faded into the background. They weren't fighting over a clown; they were just two women watching a city burn slowly from the top down. Punchline paused, her eyes shifting to the cooler

Punchline didn't look up. "Chaos requires focus, Harley. You just happen to be the loudest version of it."

"Hey, I've got layers! Like a stinky onion or an expensive cake," Harley laughed, nudging a small cooler toward Punchline. "Want a drink? It’s not poisoned. Well, probably not. I lost track of which one was which."