Cheshire grin would falter. Harley's consistent pleas & sobs dampering his mood.
"Oh, knock it OFF will ya?!" A swing of his leg & he'd nail a kick straight into her, an effort to pry himself free from her grasp.
"If I wanted all that blubber I'd be on the way to see Shamuβ!!" ++
πββ πππππβΛΰΏ
The blubbering turned into sobs from the floor; any remaining makeup streaking down the bruising and re-opened wounds.
Its trueβ She had failed. She messed up. She couldnt even carry out the ONE task he gave her!!
Through sniffles and sobs, hands reached out to grip at his legs,
π§πΊππ πΎπ π°ππππ !
Reaching into the breast pocket of his suit, he withraws a pistol & aims it straight for the harlequin.
"Then again if I really wanted big brains I could have called up Lex. He's so full of himself, though. Too distractingly bald even.. eugh."
