"Oh, you're too sweet," Harley teased, full of mischief, and used his attention as plentiful reason to very gracefully (it was not very graceful) fully rid herself of the shirt and the bra.

Of course, this meant more of her tattoos were suddenly visible, aside from the red and black harlequin diamonds on her right arm he'd already been able to see before: closer to him, under her left collarbone, the one that said Daddy's lil Monster with a tiny heart dotting the I. And further away and thus harder for him to see rig ht away, on her right upper arm, a sizable, solitary J.