It's fine. I'm used to screams. [ Arkham wasn't exactly a chill place, even in the small hours of the night.
Harley kisses him sweetly for a long moment. It's very tempting to stay in bed next to him, but she doesn't want to push her luck. She turns off the light and curls up alone in the other bed.
She wants to tell him she loves him again, but after spending so much time saying it to Joker with nothing in return... Well, doing it a second time feels ... Pathetic. Malcolm isn't that man, but she doesn't want to be that woman again. ]
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Harley kisses him sweetly for a long moment. It's very tempting to stay in bed next to him, but she doesn't want to push her luck. She turns off the light and curls up alone in the other bed.
She wants to tell him she loves him again, but after spending so much time saying it to Joker with nothing in return... Well, doing it a second time feels ... Pathetic. Malcolm isn't that man, but she doesn't want to be that woman again. ]