[ people tend to underestimate her, and she recognizes that some of that is in the image she puts off just on the surface, dyed hair and lots of ink and a DIY fashion sense that really changes depending on the mood she woke up in that morning. if she still looked like dr. harleen quinzel, all blonde hair and horn-rimmed glasses, maybe more folks would take her seriously from the outset.
but post-jumping into a vat of chemicals and sealing her destiny to re-emerge as harley quinn, she doesn't really give a fuck how she comes off. that said, there are times when the side of her that used to be a doc pops out here and there, almost like someone's flipped the switch in her brain that remembers words like paranoid delusions and borderline personality disorder.
she nods a few times in slow succession, following along with his out-loud train of thinking — but then they both seem to pause at the same time, trying to let the sense of his words take root before moving right on past it to his main point. ]
Concerns as in... maybe knowing a little too much about our own future? I think I saw somethin' like that in a movie once. [ that film being back to the future, of course. ] And if they're certain kinda people from Gotham they might not think twice about sharin' that information.
[ meaning someone might be just that much of an asshole. she briefly drops her chin to look down at his hand on her shoulder, but doesn't try to pry him off of her or anything like that. maybe staring at it long enough will give him enough of a hint. ]
So, between the both of us, we know there are at least two Gothams. The one I came from and the one you were in. [ she holds up her hand, indicating two fingers. ] But it stands to reason that there could be more than that.
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but post-jumping into a vat of chemicals and sealing her destiny to re-emerge as harley quinn, she doesn't really give a fuck how she comes off. that said, there are times when the side of her that used to be a doc pops out here and there, almost like someone's flipped the switch in her brain that remembers words like paranoid delusions and borderline personality disorder.
she nods a few times in slow succession, following along with his out-loud train of thinking — but then they both seem to pause at the same time, trying to let the sense of his words take root before moving right on past it to his main point. ]
Concerns as in... maybe knowing a little too much about our own future? I think I saw somethin' like that in a movie once. [ that film being back to the future, of course. ] And if they're certain kinda people from Gotham they might not think twice about sharin' that information.
[ meaning someone might be just that much of an asshole. she briefly drops her chin to look down at his hand on her shoulder, but doesn't try to pry him off of her or anything like that. maybe staring at it long enough will give him enough of a hint. ]
So, between the both of us, we know there are at least two Gothams. The one I came from and the one you were in. [ she holds up her hand, indicating two fingers. ] But it stands to reason that there could be more than that.