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Y’know, some people will put on a few pounds, and they’ll do the craziest things to try and get rid of them. Not that Dr. Harleen Quinzelle, formerly licensed therapist (heavy emphasis on the “former”) liked using that word. Or really anything about that sentence, in light of the fact that she was the one who had put on a few pounds, and that she was the one who had done the crazy thing in question in hopes of losing them. Honest-to-gawd, she had been paying far more attention to the treadmill part of the whole “cosmic treadmill” thing when she had the idea. Since she was playing nice with the Justice League (for now, anyway) it only made sense (in her mind, anyway) that the Flash wouldn’t have any objections to helping her stay in fighting shape. She was busting heads out in Gotham just the same as any bat brat, so why shouldn’t she have gotten a little help now that she had bleached her sheets? “I hope you’re hungry, Catnip~” came the dulcet tones of Pam Isely, Harley’s