<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>Enchantress, Robin, Commander Cold, Aquaman, Green Lantern, open<hr/><br/>"Arthur," she purred the name, turning around so she might watch him rush off, and truth be told - that view from the back was as spectacular as the front had been. "Nice ass!" she called after him, pushing her sidearm back into the holster. Bending from the waist, she recollected her baseball bat, then strutted over to where the pink, plastic bag had fallen, bat resting over one shoulder. She bend down again, ponytails flopping forward, and picked it up, the lingerie label flashing as she swung the bag on her wrist and strode after Aquaman towards the scene of battle.<br/><br/>"Hello guys! Harley's here!" She winked saucily at the group standing nearby. Oh! She even knew some of them! By reputation at least. She blew a kiss to the Green Lantern, and, recognizing Robin's costume, she transferred the bat to her other hand to send him an enthusiastic wave. But hey, what was this? No hello back? All of the Mini Bat's attention seemed on the woman trying to lapdance him, impaling herself on his thrusts. And a backhand! Kinky! Things were heating up!<br/><br/>Except, well...<br/><br/>"Hey, that's a friend of mine!" she called out, thrusting her plastic bag into Aquaman's hands, without waiting to see if he'd actually take it. "Hold this!" she instructed, baring perfect, white teeth in a wide smile as she swung the baseball bat off her shoulders and gripped it in both hands. Hips rolling in the tight shorts, Harley prowled onto the dance floor. She might not really know this Robin, but she knew the costume. Heh, she'd ripped a similar one to tatters once. And after that, she had cut the flesh underneath. All for him.<em>~ Oh, Puddin'~ </em>Yeah, when it came to treating a Robin right, this Enchantress had nothing on<em>her</em>.<em> ~ So over him. ~</em><br/><br/>The smack of the backhand still hung in the air when she reached the two, and she jumped towards them, swinging the heavy bat in a graceful arc for the Enchantress' face. "Kiss! Kiss!" Harley's laughter rolled over the parking lot... And was cut off abruptly when she danced into the beam Commander Cold had fired. Her movements did not just slow; they froze instantly and a sheen of white covered Harley's body head to toe. The bat hovered just shy of her shoulder, having come at the end of its arc, and her ponytails were raised level with her face, caught in mid-swing.<br/><br/>Silence fell when she tried to work out why her limbs didn't work anymore, and why she was feeling so very cold. Within the frozen mask, her eyes flitted up towards her hands and understanding dawned in that gaze. Well, this sucked... She was silent a moment longer, and then a low hum came from the frozen Harley statue.<br/><br/><em>"Don't let them in,<br/>don't let them see<br/>Be the good girl you always have to be<br/>Conceal, don't feel,<br/>don't let them know<br/>Well now they know"</em><br/><br/>Harley hummed through the song, bravely ending with a triumphant "<em>The cold never bothered me anyway!</em>" which might have sounded more impressive if her voice hadn't been shivering as much.<br/>