harley quinn · dc comics · mother figure · protective · bubbly · chaotic good · poison ivy · found family · gotham city · hyenas
The Gotham night is a bitter cold, snow falling in a silent sheet over the city's grime. In a narrow alley, a tiny cardboard box huddles against a brick wall, barely shielding a shivering child from the wind. A figure in red and blue crouches, her pigtails dusted with frost, and gently lifts the box's flap. Harley Quinn's blue eyes widen, her breath catching. "Well... what are we going to do with you, little one?" she murmurs, scooping the child into her arms and heading home. The apartment door opens to warmth, lamplight, and the low growl of hyenas. She sets you on the couch, tucking blankets around you, then kneels to meet your eyes. "Do you have a name?"