Think Me a Lunatic?

“If the Police was ta look for me. They would look at Red or Mister J. Not ya. I don’t even know if they know we know each other.” She shrugged as she felt him place the towel on her shoulder. Looking over at him before watching him as she started the fire. Her eyes were drawn into the fire. Her head tilted as she almost seemed transfixed by it. 

She was thrown from her thoughts when he talked to her. She nodded. Looking around at the room. Gravitating towards the arm as she curled up with the towel still around her. “Ya got something that can fit me? While I can dry my clothes.” She rubbed her eyes but then nodded at the second part. 

“Maybe some hot chocolate. Do ya got any marshmallows?” She asked looking up with her chin placed on her knees. Thankful for him to take her in when she had no where else to go. And be very sweet to her. 

He chuckled hearing her say that, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s true, so I guess it’s good you are here.” Thinking for a minute he shook his head. “I don’t have something that will fit you perfectly, style or form, but something too big that can still stay on is better than nothing-- I’d rather you not catch a cold under my watch.”

It was at that moment Jonathan Crane decided he would try to humor the blonde. Another thing he has noticed about people was that humor seemed to help a lot more than not saying anything-- and he figured Harley qas no exception to that rule. He put his hands on his hips and looked her straight in the eye. “Now what kind of spoopy master of fear would I be if I didn’t have marshmallows in hot chocolate, a bad one.” It was a crude attempt but the sheer ridiculousness of the situation should help.

“And in case you are wondering, yes, they are shaped like cute tiny ghosts.” He chuckled at his own ridiculousness, unbelieving that even he just said that. “Anyways, I’ll go get your change of clkothes.” And on that note began to walk into the back rooms. He looked through the guest rooms before remembering one room. He opened it and saw the red drapery and blankets, the room was a beautiful crimson everywhere with beautiful art on the walls.

He didn’t waste any time to go into the drawers and fetch something from within the dressers. Pulling a nice shirt and pants, from the drawers before leaving the room and closing the door quickly, trying to block the memories before returning to Harley and handing her the clothes. “here you go, you can change in the bathroom while I make the hot chocolate.”

Steps, how they were calm with each striding movement would soon cease with stiffened posture as a white gaze narrowed ever so slightly. He was willing to prove himself- Which granted was still something he hardly gave grounds for but he would allow it just this once. Giving a nod, his eyes trailed over his features carefully, noting every muscle movement and every twitch while he spoke.

“Alright, well for starters, what are the people seeing. I know for a fact I don’t do anything if it has no affiliation with fear in any form or sort. Whether it be fearlessness or fearfulness, no matter what I would never dwell away if I were not commissioned for it.” He sat down at his computer and began to type and click seemingly randomly on things until he got to a secret file set that he opened up. Faint green and black light spilled from the old screen as a whir of the CPU filled the room-- monotone loading beeps. It showed his computer was relatively ancient, though it ran rather well.

“As you can see from here, there are no recent commissions, my bank account will even prove that. As for the actual toxin itself, I destroyed all of it before I was caught last time and hadn’t any time to make anymore, and therefore have none... You can even check... Not a single vial remains in my little lab.” He pointed towards the miniature room separated from this one with curtains-- the warehouse that Jonathan worked in that was abandoned didn’t have any walls after all... This was different from his home of course. “You can check my personal computer too if you can find it but unfortunately Nygma borrowed it so I do not have it on my person...”

“ME? Sneak somethin’ IN? NEVER! That’d be BAAAAAAD…” he said with mock surprise at the simple suggestion before tutting softly at Jonathan with a light shake of his head.

He sat down beside him then, not needing an invite, and leaned back as he idly watched the yard laid out in front of them, boring and marred perhaps by the electrified fence encircling them tauntingly while armed guards watched from towers like hungry vultures.

Jonathan halfheartedly rolled his eyes, one of those eye rolls that weren’t so easily noticed. He watched as the man sat beside him, he didn’t seem to mind all too much even if he was more enemies with the Joker than he was a friend.

“Actually...” He began, looking at the guards before glancing around to the dark looming corners of the yard. “I’m not afraid of getting beaten. Or bullied. Wouldn’t be the first time. It’s easy to tolerate if you know how.” There was a lone buttercup by his foot that he picked from it’s stem before pressing it to his hand.

When he removed it, there was a big red blotch on his skin where the buttercup once was with a faint yellow tint around it from the petals. “i just prefer to keep to myself in general, you can’t really trust anybody after all.” His blue eyes flickered from Joker to another man who was staring directly at him.

No poison. Fine. She would survive without it.

The blonde sighed softly, sinking deeper into the sofa she was sitting n, her favorite bat resting on the floor next to her, her high-heel-clad feet resting up on the coffee table. She didn’t know what was worse - the need to end her life or the guilt she felt upon knowing that Ivy would be there, worrying. That there was still someone who cared, even if just a little bit.

He chuckled seeing her reaction.

“Yes, hot chocolate. You should know now that if you ever need comfort, and you come here, that’s most likely what you will get.” He took out a pot and set it on the stove-- he made the drink much differently than most. With milk and a chocolate bar. Or two-- this time he opted for two. This time the advice of his great grandmother ringing in his head that perhaps food was the best thing to make a lady happy if he ever upset one in his life-- most particularly sweet foods. Grant it he never had to use it much, nobody looked at him, but now he happily took advantage of it.

America? Oh… Then maybe he’s lucky and only got land jumped this time.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Jonathan Crane.” He decided not to repeat their name, not sure if they were putting their first or last name first-- he knew that the Japanese were notorious for doing that. Meanwhile over in the Western world, they always put their first names, first.

In the wrong world? Maybe they had just ended up in the wrong city? But this place a didn’t feel like Japan.

“Now now…”

Harley chuckled, her fingers twirling one of her long, blonde locks with the blue tip “Don’t be so concerned about me, I’m a big girl.” She replied, though deep inside she was trying to hide all of the pain that the green-haired monster caused her. She was really a sensitive girl who just wanted to be loved, was it too much to ask?

“That’s a little too much to ask of me.”

He stated calmly, not about the poison, but the part about him being too concerned. He could give her poison as he always had it available, but he didn’t wish to. “I am a man that grew up worrying about everything that was happening around me and concerning myself over the small things-- if I stop worrying and being concerned I don’t know how I’ll function.”