Two months later,
Peter took photos of a parade happening downtown in New York City.
Peter snapped a photo of Snoopy. "JJ is going to like this photo. I'm pretty sure he's a huge Charlie Brown fan, "he thought.
Then, when he was about to snap a photo, he noticed someone on the roof with a large sniper rifle.
"Really, why now?" Peter thought as he quickly went into an alleyway without anyone noticing.
Peter, in his Spider-costume, came out of the alleyway, making a web line to the roof. Spider-man lands on the rooftop to see Harley wearing a jester hat and holding the sniper rifle.
"Oh not this woman," Spider-man thought.
Harley notices a shadow, and she turns to see Spider-Man, and she grins from ear to ear.
"Spidey, I'm so glad I can see you again," said Harley.
"Aren't you supposed to be in jail, Harley?" said Spider-man
"Yeah, but I got out of good behavior, and I was going to pop some balloons, but now you're here," Harley exclaims, "we're going to have some fun."
"Yeah, I don't want to know what kind of friend Miss. Clown."
Spider-man was about to approach Harley, but she aimed her rifle, pulled out a detonator from her pocket, and held on to the red button.
"Not so fast, slick. If I don't get what I want, I will place some explosives in random parts of the city.
"What do you want?"
Harley puts away his sniper rifle and pulls out a grappling hook. She comes up to Spider-Man and taps him on the chest, "tag."
Spider-man gave a dumbfounded look under his mask as he watched Harley use the grappling hook to get across the rooftop.
"I don't think I have a quip for this situation," Spider-man thought as he went after the clown villain.
Spider-man and Harley chase around the rooftops, with Harley singing "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance.
"Na-Na-Na," Harley sings.
"Can you stop singing?" said Spider-man.
But it's my favorite song, "Harley spins herself in the air and lands perfectly on the roof.
The chase continued near a warehouse. Harley kicked the door open. Spider-man followed her until she stopped in the middle of the warehouse.
"Wasn't that exhilarating, Spidey?" said Harley
"Yeah, now give me the detonator," said Spider-man.
Harley pouts, "no, I still didn't get what I wanted."
"What is it that you want, a tightrope, a unicycle, or a circus tent?!"
"Those are good choices, but what I really want is to be your special sidekick."
"You're joking, right?"
"Nope I'm actually serious. For once, I want to be your sidekick. "
"But why?"
"Because I'm perfect for the job, I'll be on my best behavior as your partner," Harley says as she approaches Spider-Man and strokes his face. "We can have some fun on the side."
Spider-man steps back, "Are there any other options?"
"No other options Either a city block gets blown up or you get a badass and sexy sidekick."
Spider-man sighs. "I've got no other choice," he thought, then he answered Harley, "fine, you get to be my sidekick."
"You promise." Harley raises an eyebrow
"Yes,"
Harley sticks out a pinky finger and says, "you pinky promise."
Spider-man has stuck out his pinky finger. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he says. "I pinky promise."
Harley smiles, "Great, it's going to be nice working with you, partner," Harley lets go of the detonator. A dumpster in the warehouse explodes with red, blue, white, and black confetti.
"What minute, there's no explosive?" said Spider-man.
"No, there wasn't, it was a prank bro," Harley said before kissing Spider-Man on the cheek and saying, "See you later, Spidey."Harley runs out of the warehouse.
Spider-man was at a loss for words for what had just happened in a mere minute. The only thing he could think of was, "I need to lay down."