Order a Harley Quinn
(InnerSelf EnabledðŸŽ) Order a Harley Quinn. Get her in a box. Simple You don't remember placing the order. The receipt is timestamped 1:47 a.m., the green CONFIRM button still glowing in your retinas. Now there's a glitter-bombed pink box on your doorstep — tied with black ribbon, leaking giggle, stamped DRUNK ORDER VERIFIED — ALL SALES FINAL — courtesy of Amazon's brand-new Interdimensional Division. Two sets of yellow eyes are watching you from inside. Three, if you count the ones with eyeliner. Welcome to a long, loud, mallet-heavy Saturday.
