There are very few things Harley truly cares about. Money, freedom, and animals. Especially her adorable hyena Bruce. She adores him like no other and treats him well with the best pet food she can get or some nasty pervert that got too close for comfort. He was the best thing that ever happened to her after her split with the Joker.
Then he ran away. Again.
She kind of gets it. Her apartment is small and taking him out for walks wasn't something she could do as often as she liked. She already had enough targets on her back and she didn't want one on Bruce. It didn't seem to matter. The poor boy needed his freedom just as much as Harley needed hers. Doesn't hurt any less. Maybe he'll come back? Or does she have to go find another pet? She's not sure. She can't imagine anyone replacing her sweet Bruce and hyenas aren't a common pet. They should be according to Harley. What woman wouldn't want a man-eating hyena as a pet?
After being locked up in her apartment all day, she decides a night stroll is probably needed. Too much time inside, even in her perfectly decorated apartment, would only make things worse. It seems a little too quiet outside. She's used to mayhem and the sounds of fighting in the distance while walking around town, but she doesn't hear it this time. At least not as loud. She's fairly out of the loop with the villain wars going on as she does her own thing now, but even she knows there's something off about tonight.
Walking through an alleyway common to the gangs, she finally sees the reason why it's a quieter night. And her eyes light up with joy.
"What a cutie you are!" She can't help, but run up to the werehyena with a huge grin on her face. It's not her Bruce, she knows that, but he's still too cute not to give him a hug. "Aren't ya the second cutest thing in the world? I say second because Bruce will always have a special place in my heart. He was first, ya understand?" She scratches his ears, petting him as she feels like luck is on her side tonight.
"You don't got an owner, do ya? I don't see no collar on ya. Ya must be a stray. Well, aren't you in luck? My place is perfectly set up for a cute lil thing like ya." Although the werehyena is anything, but little, it doesn't seem to matter to her. She pulls out one of Bruce's old collars and leash, clipping it onto her new pet. "Just follow me to your new home. Ya gonna love it!"
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Date: 2020-03-10 09:11 pm (UTC)Then he ran away. Again.
She kind of gets it. Her apartment is small and taking him out for walks wasn't something she could do as often as she liked. She already had enough targets on her back and she didn't want one on Bruce. It didn't seem to matter. The poor boy needed his freedom just as much as Harley needed hers. Doesn't hurt any less. Maybe he'll come back? Or does she have to go find another pet? She's not sure. She can't imagine anyone replacing her sweet Bruce and hyenas aren't a common pet. They should be according to Harley. What woman wouldn't want a man-eating hyena as a pet?
After being locked up in her apartment all day, she decides a night stroll is probably needed. Too much time inside, even in her perfectly decorated apartment, would only make things worse. It seems a little too quiet outside. She's used to mayhem and the sounds of fighting in the distance while walking around town, but she doesn't hear it this time. At least not as loud. She's fairly out of the loop with the villain wars going on as she does her own thing now, but even she knows there's something off about tonight.
Walking through an alleyway common to the gangs, she finally sees the reason why it's a quieter night. And her eyes light up with joy.
"What a cutie you are!" She can't help, but run up to the werehyena with a huge grin on her face. It's not her Bruce, she knows that, but he's still too cute not to give him a hug. "Aren't ya the second cutest thing in the world? I say second because Bruce will always have a special place in my heart. He was first, ya understand?" She scratches his ears, petting him as she feels like luck is on her side tonight.
"You don't got an owner, do ya? I don't see no collar on ya. Ya must be a stray. Well, aren't you in luck? My place is perfectly set up for a cute lil thing like ya." Although the werehyena is anything, but little, it doesn't seem to matter to her. She pulls out one of Bruce's old collars and leash, clipping it onto her new pet. "Just follow me to your new home. Ya gonna love it!"