He holds on like his life just depends on it. Because in a way, it does. During these few weeks of getting to know Harley, he wouldn’t have thought he’d be so quick to get close. Close enough to actually cry in front of her like this. That meant something. He didn’t cry in front of people a lot. There was only barely a handful of people. His body shakes, he clings onto her clothing with one hand and the other just keeps hand his hand on the back of her head.
“I’ve never been one for….things like this….It’s just something I’ve always had a fear of, but…..I’m glad I said yes. I’m glad I said yes even if it may be for a short while.” It feels weird to admit that he has a problem with being so close to someone, out loud. However, despite all of that, He’ll try to manage a joke, “If you tell anyone, I’ll–I’ll do something not nice.” That was something. He’ll pull his head away from her neck, just to look at her. Lime green eyes are glossed with tears. He moves his hands this time, places at the side of her face. One thumb strokes over her cheekbone. “You asked me before, if I was this nice with all the girls or if you were special….”
“You’re definitely special, Harley.”
He’s likely to mess up her hair, and normally she’d slap him away, but... not now. Now she wouldn’t dare. Even if he destroys her hair or smudges her makeup, she won’t be mad. Never been one for things like this. She understands. Harley isn’t quick to open up to people, either. That’s why she chose a random stranger at a host club to spill her life story to. She just... hadn’t expected him to actually be a good person. She’d been expecting something more like a barista - you know, they act all nice because they want a good tip, but as soon as you leave they’re gonna talk smack to the other baristas. But... that isn’t Romanus. He’s just really a nice guy. A nice guy who’s clearly been through a lot. Why is it always the good people who get the short end of the stick? Good people deserve good things. Romanus deserves good things. I’ll do something not nice. She rolls her eyes, a little smirk teasing red lips. “Sure ya will, honey.”
But then he leans back, and she’s able to get a look at him. He’s... oh no, he’s crying. Or he was - he looks like he’s about to drop another tear any second, but he’s the one reaching for her face. She leans into his touch, blue eyes fluttering closed as she just basks in the attention and affection. She knows he needs it just as badly as she does, but... Harley can’t help her selfishness. It’s so rare for her to have this, and she really doesn’t want it to end.
Only he speaks again, and his words make her heart do a little somersault. She’s... special? Oh, she knows. She tries so hard to be unique - or rather, to stand out from the average Joe. But the only people who’ve really... said as much were Joker and Clint. At least, until now.
Her eyes open, and she doesn’t sob, but tears do well up in her eyes. A few fall silently, bringing mascara and eyeliner down her face along with the wetness. This sucks. All it took for her to find another good person who cared about her in this stupid city was emotional turmoil. And now, so soon after she’d found him, they were... “When I asked ya, I... I didn’t really want ya to answer, Romey.” Another soft sniffle came before she started to move to pull away, but... that would be silly. He was probably more than glad to wipe her tears away like the gentleman he is. “You know so much about me. You’ve seen me at my worst, you’ve seen me cry an’ act like a big baby, but ya nevah told anybody, so I won’t tell anybody about your stuff.”
Harley reaches up with a hand, curling slender fingers around his strong wrist, but not to pull him away. No, she just gives a gentle tug, guiding his hand down so she could hold it properly. “You know I”m a sociopath, right? I... This city disappearin’? I ain’t upset in the slightest. I’ll just go back home to a place not much different ‘cept fer the people in it. I only care, really care about a couple ‘a people. Mistah J, Pammy, Clint, and... well, an’ now you. So Romey, no mattah what happens, ya gotta promise me yer gonna take care ‘a yerself. No rushin’ off ta save damsels in distress or burnin’ down villages ‘cuz ya got a hankerin’ fer beef.” A joke, a chuckle even as she looks down just in time to watch another tear fall. “Ya mean a lot ta me. You’ve done so much, I just... I dunno how ta thank you. I dunno what ta do. I just wanna make sure you know, ya know? I don’t deserve a friend like you, an’ certainly not a boyfriend like you. I’ve done some bad stuff, killed a lotta people. I’m a special kinda criminal, that’s fer sure. But you’re really strong, Romey. You’ve been supportin’ me evah since we met, an’ that’s sayin’ a lot.”
A pause to look up, back into those bright green eyes. She’s smiling, it’s sad and a little lonely, but there’s hope, too. She’s not alone anymore, and as long as she remembers him, she never will be. “Sorry, I’m ramblin’. I don’t even know what I’m sayin’, just... I love ya. That’s all.”
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