Where is she?

Shell be here any minute. Just calm down.

Any minute is too late! I need her to be here now.

Jonathan sighed. He really did wish that Harley would get here faster. Eddie was getting more jumpy by the minute. He wished hed just relax

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

The Riddler flew to it, flinging the door open without even looking in the peep-hole first. Harley Quin stood on the other side, holding a large cosmetic bag and grinning. The grin disappeared when she saw the Prince of Puzzles hair.

Eddie! she shrieked. What did you do?

The Riddler grimaced and quickly ran over the story again.

and I need you to fix it! he finished in a rush. Harley blinked. ! Just sit down, and Ill get this stuff ready! She opened her bag and dumped it out, sending all sorts of cosmetic products rolling all over the floor. Harley began to dig through them, muttering to herself, a look of determination etched in her features. Jonathan watched her, one eyebrow raised. I hope youre going to clean that up. Harley looked up and blew a piece of blonde hair out of her face. Dont worry, Professah, Ill put it all back. she giggled, After all, wouldnt wantcha trippin on anything! She held up a bright pink tube. Death by lip gloss! The Master of Fear rolled his eyes. Very funny, just get whatever he put into his hair out before he hyperventilates. He motioned to the Riddler, who was obediently sitting on the couch, watching Harley with an anxious expression. Harley nodded. Sure! Scooping up a few brightly colored bottles, she bounced back up and began opening the containers and dumping their contents on the Riddlers head. He flinched. Stay still! Harley commanded. Ya dont wanna be stuck lookin like ya had an unfortunate accident paintin a barn, do ya?

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and went very still. Jonathan, lacking anything better to do, leaned up against a wall to watch. Ya know, Harley mused as she began scrubbing the various liquids into Eddies scalp, I had a problem like this once. The wrong color. I mean, the box said blonde, but do you know what it was? Orange! she exclaimed before anyone could answer her. Orange hair dye! I coulda died right then an there! Hehe, dyed. Get it? Died sounds like dyed. Anyway, Mista J got a kick out of it, so I spose it was okhand me that bottle, willya Jonny?

Jonathan handed her the bottle shed indicated and smirked. Eddies head looked like it had been engulfed by a puffy, red-tinged cotton ball.

Harley poured the last bottle out on the Riddlers hair, scrubbed a bit more, and then stood back to assess her work. Eddie still sat as still as a stone. Finally, Harley nodded and grabbed the towel Eddie had had on his hair earlier off the back of a nearby chair. She wound it around his head and then began to gather up the remaining things on the floor.

Thatsit? Eddie ventured cautiously. Itll be gone when I take the towel off?

I sure hope so! Harley replied. Dont touch that towel for a half hour. Then she trailed off.

Then what?

then Ill be back! she finished, a little too brightly. It shoulda worked by then. And with that, Harley picked up her bag, and left.