Dec. 31st, 2017

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It's kind of a nutty idea, even for Harley Quinn.

She lives pretty frugally, but that doesn't mean she can wholly sustain herself on her Darrow income. And, anyway, it gets boring. Sometimes she fights crime for kicks, but it's not the same, really, not without her Pam-a-Lamb or a real cause to get behind. Mostly she just doesn't like people who hurt for fun.

So she needs something to do with her time.

It's pretty easy to get licensed again. They look at her funny, sure, but she fills out the paperwork, studies hard to get caught up with modern practices, and takes the exam. Easy-peasy.

But no one wants to hire a clown-faced psychiatrist, so Harley figures there's just one thing she can do: rent out her own office.

She's wandering the city when she sees it, a for rent sign in the window of a tiny office building, and she stops, delighted, to peer through the window. "Ooh, gotcha," she says. "All you need is a little fixin' up montage and we're in business. Dr. Harlee—Harley Quinn."

It feels like no time at all before she's hanging up her sign.

[ Feel free to come by at any point — when she's found the office or after she gets it set up, etc. Open until this says otherwise. This will be linked for January. ]

the clown princess of crime

Anyway, you know, I think I abandoned that red and green Christmas aesthetic way too soon. I mean, as a Jewish girl, I know it was only a parody of playful Western commercialism and the crushing horror of wartime reality, but there were a bunch of really good quips about Santa Claus I didn't get to use.