#comegente

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I believe that we can all agree on two things here before proceeding: firstly, that Waylon Jones is not a good man. That Waylon Jones is a cannibal, a killer-- a monster, really, in every sense of the word. And secondly, we can all agree that Harleen Quinzel, while often violent and deranged, is about as far from monstrous as one can be. Now, this may lead you to the conclusion that the big bad crocodile is ready to eat her right up for dinner, and that’s not at all an illogical conclusion to make. Except, here is one simple fact that makes that conclusion impossible: Harleen is sitting right there in the witness stand.

Exhibit one: as you can see from the footage, she is barely half his size, but he’s the one that looks small in this situation. If I may draw your attention to the claws-- yes, those claws, the big and terrible ones that could pick her eyeballs right out of her skull? Yes, those claws. They do not move until she reaches out and moves them herself, holding onto his hand and pulling him onto her own bed next to her.

Exhibit two: a heavy three-ring binder labeled JONES, WAYLON (AKA “KILLER CROC”). She has read that file. She has held it in her hands. She knows the weight of it. She knows how much it weighs on him. And I ask you, ladies and gentlemen: do all monsters look like crocodiles? And: can a monster not find other monsters frightening?

Exhibit three: Miss Quinn’s own testimony.

“... ‘S okay. I got you.” She props up on her knees and lays her arms delicately across one massive scaled shoulder, then leans into him until her forehead bops gently against his cheek. (Does this look like a little blonde fish swimming clueless into the hungry alligator’s mouth, or does it look more like a little blonde bird settling in there to clean his teeth after?)

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