Hahaha
Harleen Quinzel staggered out of the wreckage gasping for air. Terrified she grabbed a fallen weapon, a black and red scythe. It had feathers dangling off it, how peculiar. Not Joker’s style at all she thought. She was just about to reach a street when she blacked out.
Harley Quinn laughed as she staggered into the street. The B’man’s stolen cape was tied round her shoulders, covering the tattered remains of her old clothes. Her knee high black and white socks were slipping under her boots, and her fishnet gloves were itching. Her black choker clinked in the faint breeze. She pulled her mask back over her face.
“Mistah J, where are you? Puuddiinn’?”
She stomped a paw. “It’s Halloween you said we could have a little fuun.”
“You start without me Pumpkin Pie, I gotta little buisssnesss”
Harley sighed and started towards the first house. Mermaid's eyes glittered from under Harley's mask. This was going to be the best Trick or Treat EVER!
“Hellooo, Trick ora Treaat”
Her paw rapped the door...
Ha ha ha