[ His own Harley would almost certainly punch him in the face-- and it wouldn't even be his first black eye from her. This one though... he sees differences, but the way she grips his hand and the way her jaw tightens is very, very reminiscent of the Harley he knows. He swallows. His mouth suddenly feels dry. Did it just get hotter in here? And sure, John's remembering how he betrayed her to Batman and blah blah blah-- but he's also remembering how head over heels in love with her he was. It's a confusing tsunami of feelings and John feels like he really ought to say some words or something of the like. ]
It was pretty perfect [ aaaalmost reluctantly admitted. Those were passible words, but then Harley yanks him closer and for a split second his bright green eyes go wide and owlish. Come on John, aren't you over your stupid crush? Didn't you put an end to that already? ]
Oh-- uh, sure? [ a few nervous chuckles. It's hard to think about things other than that she smells good and her skin is so pale and--]
I really like your tattoos [ the wattage on his grin is quite glaring; his followers used to cover themselves in tattoos for him, so, maybe he's developed an eye for ink.
There's not much to John in this state of undress; yeah he has the red lipstick and the long purple trench coat but that's all at home in a box, and only brought out for his horrible attempts at vigilante-ing.
His frankly boring shirt reads 'Ask me about my scars' ]
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It was pretty perfect [ aaaalmost reluctantly admitted. Those were passible words, but then Harley yanks him closer and for a split second his bright green eyes go wide and owlish. Come on John, aren't you over your stupid crush? Didn't you put an end to that already? ]
Oh-- uh, sure? [ a few nervous chuckles. It's hard to think about things other than that she smells good and her skin is so pale and--]
I really like your tattoos [ the wattage on his grin is quite glaring; his followers used to cover themselves in tattoos for him, so, maybe he's developed an eye for ink.
There's not much to John in this state of undress; yeah he has the red lipstick and the long purple trench coat but that's all at home in a box, and only brought out for his horrible attempts at vigilante-ing.
His frankly boring shirt reads 'Ask me about my scars' ]