Disc: don't own Harley, Eddie, or Jonathan
Jonathan Crane was quite comfortable dozing on the couch when a screech shattered the stillness of the lair.
"IT'S BEEN A HALF AN HOUR!"
Nearly simultaneous with the Riddler's shout, the door to the lair flew open and Harley marched resolutely in.
"Sit!" she commanded Eddie.
He sat obediently and she walked up behind him.
With a small flourish, she whipped off the towel concealing his recently dyed locks and….
For a second the room was silent.
Then Jonathan burst out laughing.
Eddie bolted upright, eyes wide with panic. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Harley covered her mouth, her own eyes almost as wide as the Riddler's.
"Well, it's…less red…"
Nearly tripping over his own feet, Eddie darted to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
The resulting roar shook the few scientific apparatus on Jonathan's make-shift work table.
"IT'S PINK! MY HAIR IS PINK! WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOO?"
A test-tube fell over and rolled off the lab table.
"!" Eddie wailed.
Trying to regain some semblance of composure, Jonathan got up and went to down the hall. "Now, Eddie, calm down. I'm sure Harley's got something to get the rest out, right Harley?….Harley?"
Both men turned to the blonde.
She shrugged.
The Riddler howled like a wounded animal.
Jonathan rolled his eyes. "You could always just shave it off."
Wrong thing to say.
"'SHAVE IT OFF'? 'SHAVE IT OFF'? ARE YOU INSANE? I'D LOOK LIKE A CUE-BALL! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO LOOK LIKE A CUE-BALL?"
"Well, I've never really thought to ask…"
"!"
"Will both of you just shut up?" Harley demanded suddenly. "I might have one thing that'll still work…"