[ harley's flopped down on her back again, mostly because it's the most comfortable place for her to lay without smashing her new humongous boobs, hair styled in lower pigtails rather than perched on either side of her head. really, bruce is a decent enough security system all on its own, though she smiles briefly to hear the excitable way he greets someone he knows, the same kind of yipping and barking he does with her before he's calmed down enough to go back to bed or playing with that toy that bashir had brought him. ]

Hey. [ her head lolls over to one side to direct her gaze up at him and she lets her device fall from her hand to bounce against the bed, finally pushing herself up onto her elbows with a soft grunt. ]

So, whaddya think? Guess this is how I figure out whether I'd ever wanna have a boob job. [ the spaghetti straps of her tank top are being very tested right now by those sizable swells, cleavage more than generous as it spills out over the low neckline. she props up further, grimacing slightly. ] Only problem is they keep leakin'. Like they're just full.