[ For that split second she looks enraged John has to make a substantial effort not to let the unease show on his face; he swallows and feels his insides twist but, a moment later, everything seems cool and he'll just go right along with that. ]

Really nice-- the best, I mean, that I've seen. My friends... they all got tattoos too. Yours are definitely better

[ John shut up you're babbling. He clamps his jaw, smothering down a spell of nervous laughter. At the same bloody time he wants to run away and follow her everywhere. And of course her Joker did something awful to her because he turned his Harley over to the police ( Because multi-verse logic? ) so maybe this wasn't the smartest idea...

... but then she's flirting with him and John really hopes the heat on his face won't show through the stark white of his skin. It doesn't. Usually. So, okay-- being an Alt! of her Joker doesn't completely kill his chances of being able to follow her around like a lovesick puppy. Good to know. ]

Preach! And hey, you've... always been your own woman, far as I've known

[ John lies like he breathes but this is actually an absolute truth. Harley was the one that convinced him to leave Arkham. Harley was the true leader of The Pact. And she had zero problem taking down anyone in her way. The only reason John got to her is because she already trusted him. ]

So I'm pretty damn sure you've got it in ya'

[ He grins whilst flashing an encouraging thumbs up. ]