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. ]
[ Malcolm reaches up with both hands to cup her head and is annoyed when they don't reach because of the restraints. Moving a bit, he's able to at least get one on her face. He smiles at her when she pulls away. ]
Good night.
[ It's not her, as cliche as that is. Malcolm also doesn't want to lie to her and tell her that he loves her when he doesn't feel it yet. He hopes that he's showing her what he feels for her, much better than Joker ever did. ]
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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. ]
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Good night.
[ It's not her, as cliche as that is. Malcolm also doesn't want to lie to her and tell her that he loves her when he doesn't feel it yet. He hopes that he's showing her what he feels for her, much better than Joker ever did. ]