by Bill Tiepelman
Harley Quinn’s Holiday Havoc
It was a quiet, snowy Christmas Eve in Gotham City. The streets were dusted with a soft layer of frost, holiday lights twinkled on every corner, and families nestled cozily in their homes. For a city that rarely slept, it felt like a rare moment of peace. Well, until Harley Quinn showed up. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Freakin' Christmas, Gotham!" Harley bellowed, her voice slicing through the silence like a chainsaw through tinsel. Dressed in a skin-tight Santa suit, complete with a jester hat and thigh-high boots, she strutted down Main Street wielding her favorite barbed baseball bat. Over her shoulder dangled a sack—not full of toys, but filled with dynamite, glitter bombs, and candy canes sharpened to a fine point. Her pink-and-blue pigtails bounced as she danced along to an off-key rendition of "Jingle Bells." On her shoulder sat a handmade "Bat-Buddy" ornament—a grotesque, bat-winged toy made to mock Gotham’s favorite Caped Crusader. Harley gave it a pat. "Ain’t you just the cutest lil’ critter? Almost makes me forget about that stick-in-the-mud Batsy!" She giggled, twirling her bat in one hand. "Almost." The Plan: Naughty, Not Nice Harley had a plan, and like all her plans, it was brilliantly chaotic. She’d hijack Gotham’s biggest Christmas tree lighting ceremony, sprinkle in a little chaos, and make sure every Gothamite remembered that Christmas wasn’t about peace and love—it was about fun! And what’s more fun than fireworks, mayhem, and a bit of grand theft? “First stop,” she muttered, eyeing the First National Bank of Gotham from across the square. “Gotta fund my holiday shopping spree!” She kicked open the bank’s door, startling the lone security guard, who was dozing off in his Santa hat. "Oh, don’t mind lil' ol’ me," Harley said sweetly, swinging her bat onto her shoulder. "I’m just here to make a withdrawal. Big bills only, please!" The guard fumbled for his radio, but before he could call for backup, Harley threw a glitter bomb at his feet. With a poof of sparkly chaos, the poor man was left coughing and coated in shimmering gold. "Oopsie-doodle!" Harley giggled, stuffing wads of cash into her sack. "Guess you’ve been glitterfied! Now, don’t be mad, sweetie—it’s the holidays!" The Tree Lighting Ceremony… of Doom Harley’s grand finale was timed perfectly with Gotham’s beloved tree lighting ceremony. Families and reporters had gathered around the towering evergreen in Gotham Square, eagerly awaiting the flip of the switch. Mayor Hill stood at the podium, delivering a heartwarming speech about the spirit of Christmas. That’s when Harley arrived. "BOR-ING!" she yelled, leaping onto the stage with her sack slung over her shoulder. The crowd gasped as she knocked the mayor off the podium and grabbed the mic. "Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but nobody wants to hear your snoozefest speech. Let’s make this tree lighting a lil' more… explosive, shall we?" She reached into her sack and pulled out several sticks of dynamite, wrapping them around the base of the tree like garland. "Now, don’t panic, folks. I’m just redecorating! Gonna make this tree go BOOM with holiday cheer!" Suddenly, a familiar gravelly voice interrupted her fun. "Harley." Batman stepped out from the shadows, his cape billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind. "Step away from the tree." Harley rolled her eyes. "Oh, look who decided to show up! The Ghost of Christmas Buzzkill. C’mon, Bats, it’s Christmas! Let a gal have some fun, huh?" Batman didn’t budge, and neither did his scowl. "Fun doesn’t involve explosives, Harley." Harley pouted, then smirked. "Fine, no explosives." She pressed a button on her remote. The tree erupted—not into flames, but into a cascade of glitter, confetti, and candy canes. The crowd gasped as the sky lit up in a sparkling spectacle. "See? It’s festive!" she shouted, twirling in the falling glitter. "You really need to loosen up, Batsy." A Festive Getaway While the crowd was distracted by the glitter storm, Harley made her escape, leaping onto a brightly decorated motorcycle she’d "borrowed" earlier that evening. She sped through the snow-dusted streets, cackling as sirens wailed in the distance. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!" she yelled into the night. As she disappeared into the Gotham skyline, Harley felt a twinge of satisfaction. Sure, the big guy in red might have her on the naughty list, but she’d given Gotham a Christmas they’d never forget. And wasn’t that what the holidays were all about? “Ho, ho, ho,” she murmured to herself, revving her engine. “Harley Quinn’s coming to town.” Bring the Havoc Home If Harley Quinn’s mischievous holiday escapade put you in the festive (and chaotic) spirit, why not bring a little piece of the mayhem into your home? 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