#morefearless

it’d been more of an effort to find harley than he anticipated it would be.

maybe that’s the point - she’s splintered off from the joker and has abandoned his brand of brazenness. he doesn’t believe she’d give that up entirely, the boldness, because that’s still her. that’s simply where they overlap. but her new - hideout? lair? - isn’t as loud as every base he’s confiscated from the joker. it’s not a fun house or a carousel or a house of mirrors. 

but - it could be because she doesn’t want his attention, not yet. 

after scouting the place for a few days, batman enters through the chimney. the humor of it isn’t lost on him, even when he barely avoids coughing up soot. waits for her to get back from wherever it is she happens to be to disarm the security system to truly catch her off guard.

while the outside isn’t as flashy as he expected, the interior is all harley. a gauche pink sofa, beads in place of a door to what looks like a kitchenette, with eclectic decorations that hang over the walls. blueprints, some weapons, other nick-knacks that could easily become projectiles if they’re not secretly explosives. 

( and - hyenas? )

he jumps down from the catwalk above, cape billowing purposefully as her back remains to his to alert her that he’s there, and not for an ambush. said hyenas notice him the moment he shows himself from above, but they’re blessedly tethered by chains to their cages.

  Pulls a bottle from somewhere under his cape and sprays her.         “ Off. Off the roof. Go home. “

          “I’m sorry I’m not as good a criminal as you!”

       “there  were  exactly  two  things  i  had  wanted  to  do  with  my  day.  you  know.  the  drowning  myself  in  coffee  and  fighting  with  the  boys  in  the  lab.  and  maybe,  if  i  had  been  feeling  particularly  catty,  even  possibly  dropping  by  the  thermodynamics  department  just  to  see  the  kids.  but  let  me  tell  you.  dropping  in  on  one  of  gotham’s  gal’s  had  not  even  been  a  blip  on  the  radar.  so  ----  now  that  we’re  here.  what’s  the  plan?” 

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      He glances down at the bat she’s holding for a moment, his eyebrow lifting, before he laughs softly under his breath. That’s a new one.

     “You want me to sign your... bat?”