[ Hotel room service is honestly one of the most genius things Harley can think of. Any time she has a craving for something she only need call up for it. ]

Alright!

[ She holds her own costume up, a red and black bodysuit. ] I designed and made mine, too. Cut up some old stuff and stitched it all together. Even painted my mask. It was a lot better than what that booger, the Joker, wanted me to wear.

[ She's not sure how much her costume gives away her personality, but she thought it was rather good-looking. Though certainly not made of anything all that protective. ]

I like the colors on yours.