As much tempted as you were to turn back and run the hell out of here, your body was stuck in place, observing the clown giantess trying to find her make-up.
You felt a tingle of sadness for her, though she didn't seem to mind the black eye at all, even when it was very noticeable despite the black mask she was wearing.
You watched her behind swinging back and forth as she searched inside drawers.
You felt unsure of what to do now beside just stand there like a statue.
You felt so entranced by the movements Harley was making that, when realization hit you, it felt like a punch to the stomach.
You were alone, in an unknown place and with two psychopaths around. It was clear that you needed help.
And, while this giantess wasn't your best option (if she was an option at all), you figured she was nicer than the 'Mister J' who liked giving people black eyes.
You couldn't know how wrong you were.
So, without other options left, you decided to get Harley's attention.
So, reluctantly and scared for obvious reasons, you stepped forward, right towards her boots.
"Um, excuse me miss... Harley?" you called, tugging on her black boot. The giantess felt nothing and kept rummaging through her stuff; she even began humming to herself.
"Hey, down here!" you tried again in a louder tone.
The clown girl seemed to perk up at the sound of your voice and, for a moment, she stopped searching. Enough for you to speak up again,
"I'm down here Harley!"
Finally, the gaze of the clown lowered until her blue eyes fixed straight on you.
For a long minute none of you spoke, your eyes having a conversation of their own.
But then, a strange smirk appeared on Harley's mouth.
"Well, lookee here," she said as she reached down to grab you in a red-gloved hand, which close in a fist around your body,
"Who are you, lil' fella? And what are you doin' in here?" at this one question, her grin became wider, leaving you utterly terrified,
"I wonder, are you Batsy's newest Bat-Boy? Or just some lil' pervert snooping around in the wrong place?"
Your face flushed red.
"I'm not a pervert!" you defended, causing the clown giantess to giggle.
"No one would blame ya, shrimp. Who wouldn't want this?" she said, sliding a hand on her black and red suit,
"Too bad it's already taken."
You decided to ignore this one comment.
"... I don't know who this 'Batsy' is, I swear!" you exclaimed, thinking that, whoever it was, this 'Bats' or 'Batsy' was their enemy, nemesis or something along those lines.
You breathed in deeply in order to calm yourself and offer a proper explanation, as crazy as it may sound. After all, this girl was undeniably crazy too. The smile she was giving you was enough to tell you that: one wrong answer and, you feared, that hammer you saw before was gonna be put to a 'proper use'. It probably was gonna be even if you gave a correct answer.
You paled at the thought.
"... I just woke up here shortly ago. I was just trying to figure out how I got here when you came in... and then ran out... and came back in..." you explained.
Harley rose her hand, bringing it high in the air while looking up, hand on her hip.
"Ya just woke up here? Seems pretty... convenient, don't ya think?" she asked.
'Not at all.' you thought, beginning to regret your choice.
"I know it sounds crazy, but-" the giantess interrupted you with a high-pitched burst of laughter.
"Crazy is my whole life, sweetheart," she said, right before her mouth gave another ear-splitting laughter. She wasn't lying, you judged, it was the opposite: she was very, very literal about it.
How come this girl and the 'Mister J' in the other room were here and not in some asylum where they clearly belonged?
You didn't express that lest Harley could come up with very creative (and painful) ways to get rid of you.
"A-Anyway, I need help!" you exclaimed,
"I don't know how I got here and why I'm this size. Could you help me, please?" you asked, hopeful.
Harley finally stopped laughing and shot you a grin,
"Help you?" she parroted back, her grin widening,
"Sure lil' thing, I'll help ya right away..."
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