Harley was having a rotten week, first the Joker broke out of arkham and decided to form new gang without her. Then on her first sollow job in a while she was almost barbaqued by Baron Brimstone, a magical arms dealer from some country with a stan at the
end of it, and what did she have to show for it a zipper. Not a lamp, not a stone, not even a cursed gun but a zipper.
Harley had been moping around the old abandoned hideout since her most recent failure.
"Well might as well make this place liveable." Harley thought to herself.
As she moved one of the boxes she didn't notice the rubber chicken on the floor causing her to trip and cause a muntain of boxes to fall on her, including the box which had the zipper in it. As she pushed the boxes off her she found the zipper stuck on her
shest.
"Well looks like even you think I'm worthless." As she pulled the zipper down she noticed that in the gap that open up in was an empty hole.
Scared by this she quickly zipped back up. Realising what the zipper could do she experimented with it, tranforming herself into a number of different forms before returning herself to normal.
Harley couldn't believe what she had stolen and jumped around like a kid at Christmas."Yay! Yay! Yay! Mister J is going to," pausing when she realised what she was saying.
"No Joker doesn't want me to work for him so I shouln't have to share with him." Harley said with a proud smile on her face. As she stepped forward to start a scheme she heard a crunch. Moving her foot she saw what she had stepped on. It was a picture of
her with her old gang the Quinntets.
Looking at the old picture a sly grin crossed her face. "I think it's time to put the band back togehter wiht some new blood." She said as she twirled the zipper in the air.