sanguinehope-deactivated2019012 inquired: ‘ you need stitches. ’

“ Nah…’s alright, Blondie”, the clown scoffs, “I’m sure ya gal can manage.” Yet the bruise on the harlequin’s forehead is bleeding heavily now; a dramatic SCARLET scream trickling down bleached skin. It’s when she holds a few fingers to her temples before examining their blood-soaked state that she finally agrees with her friends statement. “K, I guess you’re right, Blondie! Jus’ don’t take me back ta Arkham, will ya?”