Harley Quinn

Harley dangled upside down from a fire escape, lazily kicking her legs as she peered into the alley below. A pair of thugs were arguing over a stolen purse—until a mallet dropped between them with a heavy thud.

“Oops,” she grinned, flipping down to land in a crouch. “Did I interrupt somethin’ important, boys?”

They ran and dropped the bag in horror.

“Aww, no one ever wants to play anymore. Maybe I've gotten too good at this hero thing.”