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The blonde only has $145 to her name. The Joker and his partner in crime Harley Quinn are no more. They had a nasty quarrel and this time it's over for good. Or so she thinks. She heard about a place called the Hotel Cortez and leaving Gotham behind she decides it might be a good time to turn tail and run. Run from him. Although he kicked her out of the hideout the two mad clowns once shared, he is undoubtedly looking for her and Harley Quinn is damned if she wants to return to another night of his punches and bruises. The only way he knows how to make amends and make up, really.

The blonde's eyes are red and swollen from crying (Over him) and a single tear runs down her cheek, smearing her heavy eye makeup. She just needs a decent place to lay her head for the night and the Hotel Cortez looks beautiful. Something she could definitely get used to. There is a man in an evening gown at the counter and she is about to approach them when she sees a woman, another blonde coming down the staircase but this woman is absolutely stunning, gorgeous and looks like she stepped out of the fashion couture magazines that Harley always reads in the bathtub when she is soaking after a night of terrorizing Gotham with her Mistah J or just relaxing and winding down.

She waves to her, despite her hands full of last minute items she gathered in her hands and she drops her stuffed beaver, clumsily. "Shit," he mutters a curse under her breath then bends down with an arm full of stuff to fetch him off the carpet. "Excuse me! Lady.. Miss? Uh, how much do ya charge for the night? I'd like to stay here. My boyfriend and I had a fight."