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Punchline paused, her eyes shifting to the cooler then back to the horizon. For a moment, the tension of being "the ex" and "the current" faded into the background. They weren't fighting over a clown; they were just two women watching a city burn slowly from the top down.

The safehouse rooftop was surprisingly quiet, overlooking the flickering neon of Gotham’s Diamond District. Harley leaned back in a lawn chair that had seen better days, sipping a lukewarm soda. Punchline sat a few feet away, her legs dangling over the edge of the building, sharpening a blade with methodical precision. purple_bitch_-_Harley_Quinn_and_Punchline_chill...

"Fine," Punchline muttered, reaching for a can. "But if I start seeing giant plushies, I’m throwing you off the roof." Punchline paused, her eyes shifting to the cooler