“Aw, gee, Professah, I don’t know,” Harley said uncertainly, casting another glance around. She didn’t mind him picking at the threads of her sleeve; usually, she was wary of men touching her too closely—but this was Arkham! If they were in here, they were pretty much family! A vaguely incestuous, murderous, downright messed up family—but family is family, right?
(at least, that was how Harley preferred to think about it.)
She lowered her voice, too, the childlike quality to her expression finally giving way to something more calculating as she fixed her eyes on the cartoons in front of her. She knew she was being watched—knew it was a security risk even having her in the same facility as the Joker. Honestly, it was stupid to keep them in the same place! You had to hand it to Arkham—their shoddy security and money-saving techniques were what kept her and her puddin’ together!
“We’d hafta get a message t’Puddin somehow—I couldn’t just use his contacts without him! Ha, then I’d be real screwed!” She mimed throwing a punch. “Pow! Bam! Right in the kisser!”
She paused mid air-punch, turning to Crane thoughtfully.
“I dunno where Red is…! Usually, she an’ I keep in touch—even if my Puddin’ doesn’t really like that—but I haven’t heard from her since I went back with Mistah J…ah, I’m sure she understands. After all, I’m a gal in love!”
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Date: 2015-02-24 08:58 pm (UTC)(at least, that was how Harley preferred to think about it.)
She lowered her voice, too, the childlike quality to her expression finally giving way to something more calculating as she fixed her eyes on the cartoons in front of her. She knew she was being watched—knew it was a security risk even having her in the same facility as the Joker. Honestly, it was stupid to keep them in the same place! You had to hand it to Arkham—their shoddy security and money-saving techniques were what kept her and her puddin’ together!
“We’d hafta get a message t’Puddin somehow—I couldn’t just use his contacts without him! Ha, then I’d be real screwed!” She mimed throwing a punch. “Pow! Bam! Right in the kisser!”
She paused mid air-punch, turning to Crane thoughtfully.
“I dunno where Red is…! Usually, she an’ I keep in touch—even if my Puddin’ doesn’t really like that—but I haven’t heard from her since I went back with Mistah J…ah, I’m sure she understands. After all, I’m a gal in love!”