“We made a statement tonight, in Gotham, Harley,” Harry spoke clearly, his hand squeezing hers. An accidental Horcrux. Xxnx “Yes. Honestly…”
“Ummm…” Harley interrupted, and it was disconcerting to see two different faces turn to her like a normal mirror could do. Harley’s mallet now rested on her other shoulder, looking no less worse for wear. He looks like he needs it.”
“Harry, don’t listen to Luna. Maybe you’ll learn something. “I’m not feeling anything from it. “Are we ready to go?”
“Hold on,” Ivy cocked her head to the side, “did you read any of the comics?”
Harry shook his head, and wordlessly conjured a red beanbag behind him. The look of defeat on her face was quite hilarious. He looked up, fresh with rage. Ivy, too.”
“Any significance to the three colors?
