[ apart from the obvious differences, techy and otherwise, there's kinda enough here to remind harley of those times a random block in gotham would get shut down for a street fair — only this time, it looks like the whole city's getting in on the fun.

and where there's fun, there's always good food. well. maybe.

tempted by the various smells as well as sights, she almost doesn't know where to look, something to see in every direction, which means she ends up spinning around in place a few times with an unbridled look of excitement and awe on her face, lips peeled back to reveal teeth in her beaming. a rumble from her stomach is the sign she needs to make up her mind on what to do first, and she steps into a line that's already a few people deep, idly scrutinizing the state of her own fingernails while she waits. ]

Jeez, we gotta fix this situation A-SAP, huh?

[ a passive-aggressive cough from a few parties back in line clues her into the fact that it's her turn at the front, and harley sticks her tongue out at the offender before stepping up, rising up on her tiptoes to brace her forearms against the edge of the truck and peering in. she could've used her time to figure out what she wanted from the menu, but why would she do that when she could gradually start to piss off everyone waiting in line behind her?

anyone curious about the rising volume of impatient mutters will find the source in the pale, tattooed woman who's still trying to make up her mind, either too wrapped up in her dilemma of options or pretending to ignore anyone she's pissed-off. ]

Okay, but... when you say it comes with the grasshoppers, is that, like, on the side?

[ now this is definitely more her speed.

not that she's ever really been against finding a less-than-legal way to make a living, and even when she used to pull the kind of crap that would get her tossed end over end into arkham, she'd always own it. she did everything she'd ever been in trouble for and more than that besides, and while she's not exactly looking to cozy up to anybody in particular (because being anyone's sidekick leaves a bad taste in her mouth these days), she's got enough going for her that she thinks she could be a pretty valuable asset to anyone looking to grow their membership.

she's definitely not going anywhere near the mob, though, because fuck those guys.

what she will do is sign herself up for the first fight she can, even if she visibly pouts when they tell her this one's no-weapons and she's got to surrender anything that isn't naturally on her person. either she's heading in to get her ass kicked or she actually manages to hold her own, depending on who she's been matched with — but eventually, she stumbles out of the ring with a cackle, sporting a split lip and a black eye that's already starting to show signs of impacting her vision. ]

Shit, I haven't had this much fun in a minute! [ she's definitely being loud enough for anyone to overhear her, maybe even more obvious when she stumbles into someone and instinctively sets a hand on their shoulder to steady herself, looking up at them with a bloody smile. ] Ya like the show?

[ come at me for a different prompt or to reply to a different option from the tdm above! any questions, feel free to pm me. harley's current canon point is post-birds of prey. open to playing out fights or rolling for results! ]