"Helloooooo green genes!"

The unmistakable cat call of Victor from another world Harleen Quinnzel was piercing in it's own right. She danced her way through a crowd twisting and turning with a manic grin on her face. Tonight's ensamble was a spotted furry dress with black boots and gloves. It clung to her curves and made her particularly predatory.

"Now how is it that I've never seen you at these parties before? I never for get a verdigris."