<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/39600000/Character-Promos-Margot-Robbie-as-Harley-Quinn-suicide-squad-39678978-334-500.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Dr Harleen Quinzel<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Harley Quinn<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>None yet<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday the 2nd of June 2017, 20:10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Museum, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aquaman<hr/><br/>Standing in the back of the Museum, in one of the less popular sections, Harley Quinn picked up a small jewelry box and raised it to her eyes. Once, it might have been a pretty, little trinket for a lady, but its polish had faded centuries ago and left nothing but cracked wood and indents where once embellishments had been inserted into the wood. Studying it, she licked the corner of her mouth, tip of her tongue dancing over bright red lipstick… and stopped. Suddenly alert, baby blue eyes snapped up.<br/><br/><em>Voices…</em><br/><br/><em>Not too close yet, but approaching.</em><br/><br/>Lithely stretching towards one side, Harley picked up the baseball bat that stood amidst the splintered glass of the broken display case, and dropped the artefact into a bright pink, plastic bag, sporting the logo of a famous lingerie brand. She swung the bat over her shoulder and strolled towards the fire-exit. Hip and shoulder bumped against the pressure plate, and she was outside.<br/><br/>In front of the museum, a police car was thrown after two heroes, and Harley felt the metal staircase tremble underneath her feet when the car crashed into the ground. Screams reached her ears, and another voice called out. It seemed total chaos down there. Harley grinned, a wide, fairy-tale smile of snow-white teeth and crimson lips, and turned her gaze towards the rooftop as she sauntered up the stairs. She knew someone who’d have liked the music of screams just as much as she did, but he wasn’t here.  Mr J was gone and had left her behind.<em>Oh, Puddin…</em>Her smile faded and her gaze grew distant as she neared the edge of the roof and looked down. And it was a party down there! Screams and spandex, and wrecked cars everywhere! What more could a girl want?!  Strolling towards the far edge, she dropped down to the roof of the Museum’s wing. There was no way Harley Quinn was going to miss this party, Mr J or no Mr J.<br/><br/><em>I'm over him,</em>she thought, crouching for the final drop towards the ground.<br/><br/>Her gaze locked onto the fight, her mind high with the prospect of killing, she never saw him coming. She dropped, and almost instantly something that felt like a freight train ran into her back, knocking the baseball bat from her grip and sending her sprawling to the concrete.  She dropped her bag and rolled, lightning fast, reaching for her side-arm as her gaze snapped up and found the stranger outlined against the city lights.<br/><br/>What more could a girl want? she’d asked herself only moments ago… Well, staring up at Aquaman’s towering form, that wasn't a question anymore! One tall, dark hunk of a man, just what she needed for a grand entrance! He wasn't her Puddin...<em>So over him...</em>but he'd do. Oh yes, he'd do!<br/><br/>"You must be<em>really </em>into me!" she quipped, smiling widely as she popped a piece of bubblegum between her teeth and raised her hand to him, so he might help her up. "Hello, I'm Harley."<br/>