“A peanut butter and cucumber smoothy!” Harley chirped with glee. “Well Alice,” Jarvis smirked, “What would you like from the Tea Party dinner?” “Hay Jar,” Harley smiled, “You look silly, like a chuggy diner gook.” Jarvis was in the glass box across the hall playing with a paper cooks cap the staff gave him. Harley was heavily medicated and riding the high like a lazy zeppelin. It was a slow night at Arkham, the Joker had been “killed” about a week ago, so one expected him to show up at least for another week and a half.
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