"Nobody else would have wanted to. I don't usually go for bookish shut-ins." It's not a very nice thing to call him but she says it fondly. And, well, it's true.
She takes a breath to say something else, frowns as she reconsiders, then makes herself say it anyway.
"The Joker found my journals. Thought they were funny, but he was furious I wrote about him and took those pages out. And what I wrote about the people I loved before him. He ... had moods."
"Well, the shut-in part, at least, is a more recent development. I claim no defense against the 'bookish' allegations, however."
It hurts him to hear about these things, but he doesn't try to hide that from her. "I'm glad that your journals didn't get completely destroyed. When I was reading them, I had assumed you tore out the pages yourself, to forget."
"I mean it. I wouldn't lie about something like that." He casts dancing lights, watching the orbs bobble over their heads. "I like every part of you. I'm sorry anything or anyone made that hard for you to believe."
Harley squints at the new light and makes a small thoughtful noise, tinged with doubt. He doesn't know every part of her, and she's certain he won't like what's left to learn.
She changes the subject instead.
"If I really do have to meet your mother now, you'd better be there too. You don't get to chicken out of that."
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She takes a breath to say something else, frowns as she reconsiders, then makes herself say it anyway.
"The Joker found my journals. Thought they were funny, but he was furious I wrote about him and took those pages out. And what I wrote about the people I loved before him. He ... had moods."
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It hurts him to hear about these things, but he doesn't try to hide that from her. "I'm glad that your journals didn't get completely destroyed. When I was reading them, I had assumed you tore out the pages yourself, to forget."
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She chuckles, a little low and sad, and combs her fingers through his hair.
"Did you mean that ... that there's nothing wrong with my words?"
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She changes the subject instead.
"If I really do have to meet your mother now, you'd better be there too. You don't get to chicken out of that."