[ Most people would be bothered by the sudden forced change of scenery -- and sure, Harley had absolutely hated that she'd been drugged up and the haircut -- but she wasn't flipping her lid... At least, not anymore. There had been a lot of "The fuck is this?!" at her hair and the new scars. But at the end of the day, it had been a million times better than Arkham, so, she tried to roll with it.

Hell, she'd managed to snag herself a job as a trainee bartender without anyone making her pinky promise not to sample the goods. Her degree and awesome style got her the best tips.

The only sucky part was all the hubbub about powers. She didn't get any fancy Wonder Woman powers. Maybe it was just her luck that her power decides to manifest during one stressful night of bartending where she'd had to kick two guys twice her size out = one had the audacity to send a punch her way. So, naturally, she'd had the audacity to knee him in the nuts so hard he'd thrown up outside the bar. At least the rest of the bar found it absolutely hilarious and amusing.

She doesn't realise the blood dripping down her nose, past her lips, and down her chin. It's only after the sudden soft plink, plink, plink of blood against the plastic material of her shirt, and one of the bar goers gesturing to his own nose that she wipes at it. When the back of her hand returns bloody, she rolls her eyes and sinks down lower behind the bar until not even the top of her head can be seen.

Her pale hand searches behind the extra lemons, looking for a towel. That's when her chest begins glowing much to her surprise. ]

What the... [ She ignores the alert that she's just gotten a tip, not focused on money at the moment. ] Tits? What are you doing? [ The words are whispered to herself as she stares down aghast at her glowing chest. When it finally seems to settle down and her boobs don't try to blast off to space without her, she blindly grabs a handtowel and wipes at her nose, lips, chin, and then at her shirt. "Shirt" being a very generous word for the soft fabric lined pieces of yellow CAUTION tape wrapped around her chest. Maybe it was her lucky day, blood would have been a bitch to get out of the other top she almost wore.

When she stands back up, it's to fix her lipstick in the reflection of the faucet. Finally her attention is brought to the new person sitting in front of the bar and checking the tip alert. ] Hiya! What can I getcha? [ Holy guacamole, who tipped her that many credits?! ]

Oooh, my GOD! [ Harley moans loudly, before collapsing down in some of the public seating. She doesn't care how many heads she's turned, or how obscenely annoying she's being.

All that matters is the burrito she brandishes up high. ] I wanft tmf marry you! [ A loud sigh escapes her and she clutches the burrito to her cheek, getting a red sauce on it as she nuzzles the glorious food. ]

Hey! Foodguy, call me! [ It's shouted to the food vendor. A passerby gives her an ugly look and Harley returns it and sticks her tongue out at them. ]

Next is Pad-Thai... Or maybe the couscous truck. [ She takes another bite. ]

[ Oddly, or perhaps not so oddly, it's outside of Fight Club that Harley get into a fight. She's behaving, minding her own business, waiting for the hot bouncer to let her in when the two guys in front of her attack the person manning the door. Where they had been hiding their weapons was beyond her, or why they thought it was a good idea. Bouncers generally beat the hell out of people in her experience.

Honestly, she has no plans to intervene, and neither does the rest of the line, even as one of the guys gets a hit on the bouncer with something that looks suspiciously like a crowbar. ] Owwie, that looked like it hurt. [ Harley lazily keeps a running commentary. It isn't until the other guy attacking the bouncer pulls out something she assumes is a gun from the way he's holding it.

A heavy sigh escapes her before she's moving to slam her body into the gunman and shoving him to make him stumble. ] If you shoot me, I'm going to make you wish you never even learned the word gun!

[ He isn't given a chance to aim it at her due to an impressive kick, that sends it flying. ] What did I say?!

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