[ At some point after the joint tattoo adventure Harley can find a brightly wrapped package, about two thirds of her height and roughly two feet wide. The wrap-job is utterly chaotic, a mix of sparkly wrapping paper, newspapers, and printer-paper decorated in bright glitter-pen grins and smiley faces. He didn't realize he didn't have enough wrapping paper okay? And let's not forget the garish purple ribbon. Some of it is taped, some of it is duct-taped.
Inside there's a hammer John had commissioned; he'd always been fond of the decal on the original, before The Agency upgraded it. But also, electric-shock hammers are cool? So it's a bit of a mashup between the two. The attatched note reads ( in messily scrawled green crayon ):
[ a gift ]
Inside there's a hammer John had commissioned; he'd always been fond of the decal on the original, before The Agency upgraded it. But also, electric-shock hammers are cool? So it's a bit of a mashup between the two. The attatched note reads ( in messily scrawled green crayon ):
In case you get in trouble
Or want to start some
~J ]