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“Alright, then why don’t you, just… Count floor tiles. In your head. Or something”

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”I’ve got a better idea,” she replied, pulling a wallet from her back pocket with a grin, “You want takeout? Our driver’s payin’.”

deadxshot:

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“If I knew how her head worked, I wouldn’t be here. Just… I try not to think about it. Wouldn’t be surprised if she was readin’ our minds, too.”

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“Yeesh, now ain’t that just a terrifyin’ thought,” Harley replied with a light shudder, “Either way, I’m still bored as hell.”

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“No one said being Waller’s personal bitches would be entertaining.”

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"Well, gettin’ outta the cells actually doin’ stuff is more entertanin’ than this. What’s she even got us doin’ surveillance for anyway? We’re meant ta be her attack dogs, not her spies.”

deadxshot:

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trainedxtherapist started following you

“You’re givin’ me a headache.”

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“I’m bored.”

ixamxcupid:

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“you`re so awesome”

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“I do try.”

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“The Wall oughta put us up in places like this more often if we get champagne like this in the minibars.”

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“Ya just had ta open yer mouth an’ piss off Cupid, didn’t ya?”

vixletlight:

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“ Are you actually
        bothered
  that there might
  be someone that
     is crazier than you?”

              ( &’   Better shrinks do seem
                       like the right way to go.   )

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"Well, my other half pretty much declared himself king of Arkham once, which kinda makes me the queen of crazy. So yeah, it sorta does.”

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         ❝And we don’t want that to happen. One, because it’s gross
           and two, because doing that to people is terrible. Even
           criminal people. No offense. ❞

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“Yeah, trust me. Outta the two options, I’d rather have my old cell back in Arkham than be stuck on Waller’s explodin’ leash,” Harley replied, “None taken. Why deny what me an’ the rest of the squad are? It’s why Waller wanted us, after all.”

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      ❝ — but it’s definitely pretty bad.❞

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“Eh, doin’ leg work for the Wall gives ya a certain
amount a’ leeway with gettin’ away with stuff. Well,
until she decides ya ain't worth the bother an’ pops
yer head off like a champagne cork.”