Kids want to be her, adults fear her.
Harley Quinn, the crazy, outspoken, unpredictable, misunderstood softie, pulled her pigtails tight and left her empty apartment in search of some trouble.
She was hungry, she was bored and most importantly, she was horny.
The sun had just set, Harley made her way through the dark and dirty alleys of Gotham. She only had a few crumpled bills with her, so an old hot dog, from a street vendor, would have to do. She walked up and down the cracked roads, picking at the hard bun, and tossing pieces into the street.
She walked some more and then decided it was time to head home, she rounded her block and cut down the alley where the backdoor to her apartment was. It was only a few more steps, she reached for her keys when the sound of someone clearing their throat, startled her, keys clumsily hit the loud pavement.
The man, at which the noise escaped from, also caught off guard, turned around, exposing his flaccid penis to Harley, who had yet looked up from kneeling to get her keys.