But Harley... Dont you but me munchkin! Butts are for sitting, and occasionally spanking. She winks at you. I mean, you're really cute, and I love your feet and all. But I dont think I wanna be a supervillain... I didn't wanna have to do this... Harley pulls out a pink bottle of lotion from her purse. She squeezes some out onto her hand and rubs it into her feet. Uh... Shut up and lick. I can do that. You grab one of her feet and start happily licking it. Oh. By the way. That lotion I just used is a gift from Poison Ivy. It's sorta like a concentrated version of her mind control spores. You will do anything for me and my feet. Got it munchkin? Y-yes mistress. Stop fighting it and just accept it. You grunt in pain from trying to fight it, but unfortunately, Harley's gift from Ivy is proving to be more powerful than you. You feel your brain totally rewire itself. Anything for you mistress. Oh yeah, and one more thing munchkin. The effects of the stuff Ivy gave me are well... permanent. And just call me Harley kay? I dont want anyone to suspect a thing. Of course Harley. Harley puts her socks and shoes back on and gestures for you to follow. Cmon munchkin. We gotta get you suited up. Yes Harley. I would like that. Harley only smiles happily at her work and walks out. 2:30 PM, Harley's Hideout, The Destroyed TV Station, Gotham Entertainment District This is where I used to do my talk show, Heart to Heart with Harley Quinn. Until the network cancelled me and said that I wasn't a real psychologist! And all right before my Valentine's Day special! Harley starts to cry a bit. You go up to her and hug her. Thanks munchkin! She hugs you tightly. Alright. Enough lovey dubby. If you're gonna be my sidekick, then you need to dress the part. Harley picks through the costumes hanging on the rack and throws most of them behind her. Aha! She comes back with an orange and yellow jester suit and hat in your size. Put this on... Prank! You put on the costume as instructed. What about my face? I'll help you with your makeup. You'll be like a little brother to me. 15 minutes later Harley finishes with your make up. Aww! You're so cute! Just like mamma! Thank you uh... Call me whatever you want sweetie. Ok Harley. So now what should we do?
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