[ once they're all escorted (in pairs) onto the train, harley doesn't even glance around much before making a beeline for the seat she wants, seemingly heedless of the submissive she's been matched up with at first as she clambers onto the bench and then essentially does her best ladyspread across them, curving herself at one corner with her feet propped up on the seat in front of them. if her toes happen to bump into another rider, prompting a rude look, her only response will be a large, shit-eating grin, held long enough just to make them uncomfortable and think twice about confronting her.

beside, there's so much to see when the train finally starts moving, and she'll be distracted soon enough by the view through the windows, swiveling to look outward with fingers pressed against the glass as she voices impressed oohs and ahhs for dramatic effect. of course, there are really only so many towering buildings a girl can see before, well, she's just about seen 'em all, and inevitably she'll turn back to you, if you're a submissive unlucky enough to get stuck with her for the duration of the train ride OR a dominant who happens to be sitting with their own sub partner a short distance across from her. ]

[ if you're a sub: ] So what's your deal, huh? How come they gave ya one of those neat little tattoos? [ and she'll pair that with the motion of an index finger drawing an invisible line down her own throat, complete with the pitch-perfect imitation of a tattoo machine's buzz. ] Don't get me wrong, it's cool. Simple, yet effective.

[ if you're a dom: ] You checked out where they got us all shackin' up yet? Nice, right? Could use a little more color, but those beds. Mama's gonna have a good time on hers.

[ it probably doesn't come as a surprise to anyone who's known her for any varying length of time that harley isn't even remotely opposed to taking her clothes off.

in fact, when the orientation peeps came at her with that ugly-ass shirt to cover up with, she blew a raspberry of disgust right in their faces and told them to stick it somewhere the sun would never have a chance to shine. so she's walking around in a hot pink bralette and matching undies, almost all of her tattoos (even the ones she's had reason to cross out with harsh, jagged lines lately) on full display. to compromise, though, they've given her a sign to hold since she isn't wearing the shirt anymore, one that harley's adorned with her own little illustrations and hearts because the original text is just so boring: ask me about my psychology degree in big block letters.

you can ask her, or you can wait until her refusal to participate gets her stuffed into one of those get-along shirts anyway, because this girl doesn't do mandatory. but there are several options to work yourself free if you don't want to get stuck with her and she'll willingly play her way through any of them if she likes you well enough: a) pucker up for a kiss, b) let her give you a hickey or you can do your best to give her one, c) sing a duet together (even if it might be horribly off-key on her end) or d) get up to some below-the-belt fun while you're both wrapped up in each other's arms — although, given that she's the dom, it might be wise to take care of her first.

regardless of your selection, she'll shimmy up to you once you're wrapped together, looking over to you with a slow, inviting smile. ] Well, this is snuggly.

[ oh, did we not think she was going to take advantage of some free samples? please. like she's gonna turn up her nose at getting to smell pretty.

but what scent she ultimately picks up is going to determine what state you encounter her in when she inevitably runs into you on the street, while leaving the store.

If it's the strawberry-vanilla: well, she's just plucked up as many samples as they'll let her take within reason because she really likes smelling like something sticky-sweet, like one of those hard candies you just put in your mouth and suck on, and if she literally bumps into someone on the sidewalk and inadvertently drops all her packets, she's not going to notice the spill once she looks up at the person she's touching, instantly throwing her arms around their neck and pressing a big smacking kiss to somewhere on their face (your choice if she makes contact with lips).

if it's the cedar-sandalwood: you're going to regret making her drop everything, because instantly her head shoots up towards you with a narrowed gaze and she immediately huffs loud enough to draw attention, not to mention stir a few strands of blonde hair away from her face, before taking both hands and shoving you, hard in the chest, hard enough to even make you stagger back if she catches you off-guard.

if it's the patchouli: well, it's a little spicier than her norm, but she practically stumbles into the street feeling all hot and itchy under the skin, to say nothing of what's going on in her pants, and inevitably she finds her way to an empty bench seat with a flush in her cheeks, not even trying to disguise her moans as her clothes rub up against everywhere she's sensitive — and by everywhere, we mean everywhere. ]

[ want a different prompt or want your character to encounter harley somewhere else in duplicity? feel free to hit me up via PM if you're interested in something else or need a custom starter. all prompts are ota and open to m/f or f/f, 21+ for smut. harley's canon point is post-suicide squad and pre-birds of prey, but definitely after her emancipation from mister j. ]