"Starling City. A criminally run, morally corrupted, crumbling stack of blood and buildings that everyone but a mystery archer & friends, friend, friends. Black & Red. Friends have given up on.
Doesn't have the prestige of Metropolis or the dirty glamour of Gotham nor the fantastical locals of of Central City to keep making the news. Now it's just sad. And what do we do with sad things. Well, we cheer them up…Are you writing this down Grock," Harley sneered at her number two henchman. The fat, sweaty man had been sitting & dripping in the corner of the cramped office, reacting she thought wonderfully to her masterful plan for ravaging and ruining of Starling City, and she had assumed that he had been writing it all down!
This was not improving her mood at all.
"This is my manifesto Grock, something to leave the city, to remember me by" Harley purred as she adjusted the collar on her tattered leather jacket. "After you know, I blow it up."
"I've been practicing it Grock!"
The fat, sweaty, balding, slightly stupid (OMG did he ever bathe?!) man shifted uncomfortably on his stool
"It's just, I, um, Miss, Mrs Quinn, I don't know how to write."
Harley sighed. She made her way over to the one murky mirror that was still intact. Pursing her lips together she applied a think deep red line of lipstick. First the top lip then the bottom. It was always best to look presentable at all times. You never know when you may be entertaining.
Then she reached in the sink pulled out a glock and shot the fat, sweaty, 'can't do the one thing I asked of him' man in the head.
She smacked her lips as Bozo her number 1 henchman walked in
"Everything all right in here boss."
"Peachy" She's put the gun back in the basin and started working on the cloudy mirror with her sleeve. Grock with a Glock, that was funny.
She pointed the body on the floor "You are going to have to find me another man. Have the boys in blue found their boss man yet?"
"Yep, all over the news, someone even started a hashtag about blind justice or something," Bozo said as he made his way over to the other guy's body.
"Oh thank goodness, you never know how things like this are going to go. Some people just don't get the joke."
Bozo, being a dear by taking care of the mess as Harley took a final glance around the small office they had taken claim of for the evening. The former owners hadn't minded or known.
They were moving onto bigger and better things. She had a plan (If not a manifesto) to keep going. She then noticed a red light coming the general direction of Grock.
"He was recording it," Harley cooed, picking up a small tape recorder and holding it to her chest. "Wasn't he just the sweetest," she grinned.
Harley danced with the tape recorder as she made her way out of the room.
Bozo followed with the dead henchman over his shoulder. He'd toss the man out an open window on another floor.
A sing song voice ran out in front of him "Alright Starling City, let's make me a star."
….
"What's a hash tag?"