At the Door to Harley's Apartment, Needful Things, Sunday

[joan_of_bark]

There were a lot of opportunities in a year for someone like Harley Quinn to feel lonely. Pam knew that. Harley's birthday was a major one - one of several reasons why she was happy to be home in Gotham right now, making sure Harley-her-Harley had the best birthday of her life.

But she hadn't forgotten about the one in Fandom. So she'd prepared this package early in the week, packed it carefully, and given it to a rickshaw driver with specific delivery instructions.

He followed the instructions to the letter. He left the little basket of colorful flowers at Harley's doorstep, along with a tiny watering can and a note.

Put them in the full sun and water once every two weeks.

Some call them harlequin flowers.

Happy birthday, Harley.

-- Pam

Per instructions, after ringing the bell, the rickshaw driver got the hell out of dodge.

[[ for her reaction, if she wishes. otherwise establishy! front door of apartment modded with permission. ]]

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[totalwildcard]

There didn't tend to be many knocks on Harley's door. Not ones she wasn't expecting, anyway - food deliveries came by every other day, of course, but those were summoned.

And this one was not.

It sent her skittering for the door with a great big mix of curiosity and hope. There hadn't been a single peep from Marc all week, and she knew he wasn't going to be putting in an appearance on her birthday, or any birthday, and yet, maybe --

There was no one behind the door.

But there were flowers, and not cut flowers but planted, and even before picking them up, Harley knew they weren't from Marc. She read the note, looked at the flowers, read the note again, and squeezed the basket tight against her chest.

Now, where the fuck was there full sun in her apartment?