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The thing Harley loves most about Christina is her enthusiasm. Murder and mayhem really get her going. Then she forgets about the Bat and is all Harley's for a while.
"Oh, Harley, my sweet. Did you see the guy's face when his daughter's head exploded? 'Don't accept candy from strangers,' he said. Hah, what a numbskull! Listen to your parents, kids. Sweets aren't worth losing your head over, are they?" Christina bursts out laughing again, dried blood flaking from her cheeks. She's so beautiful when she's enjoying herself. Harley could die from the sheer pleasure of watching her. "I'm so glad we went there, Harley-pie. Was it fun for you, too?"
Or, die from the lack of oxygen, but that's a health hazard to be expected with Mister—Miss J? Always making sure Harley focuses on nothing but her.
"Oops. I suppose you can't talk like this. Why didn't you say so sooner? You know how carried away I get."
Harley gasps when her throat opens. She expects her trachea to be crushed again but instead, Christina's teeth sink into her neck. Harley's breath hitches in surprise.
"I wonder if your heads pops too, given enough pressure."
Christina thumbs Harley's larynx, leaning so close Harley can almost taste the blood on her.
"Don't answer. Breathe. I like feeling your life beneath my fingers."
Harley swoons a little, spots dancing across her vision.
"Harley, love. I could snap your neck, just like this." Christina grins. "You wouldn't even struggle, would you?"