kids were a sensitive topic for her when it came to them dying. the only child she ever had any part in killing was Jason and that somehow seemed acceptable to her considering he was apart of the batfam. “hows it y’fault though? like, unless ya literally made her do it or encouraged it, then i don’t see how it’s y’fault.” she didn’t even want to think about what the kid had been put through to want to kill herself, though it did make her slightly consider that maybe the boy was right and that his friends were a little worse. “aw. ya didn’t like me before? i like t’think i’m a pretty loveable person.” loveable in a threatening way, sure. “ain’t nothin’ wrong with a lil’ bit of bad influencin’. it’ll be fun! – first though, y’gotta be acceptin’ of the fact i’ma hugger.”
murphy had to stop and think. how was charlotte his fault? he had just wanted justice for himself. she'd stood there and watched him almost be killed for something she did. "i didn't make her do it. there was this incident involving me that she kind of caused and i just wanted some payback. she couldn't deal with the guilt." he shrugged. he didn't want to make harley think he was some kind of monster that pushed this little girl to jump off a cliff. because he wasn't, no matter what everyone else thought at the time . "i was tolerating you. loveable? is that a new word for nutty now?" he challenged, raising his brow. "i'm not saying i'm opposed. it'd be nice to have someone to blame for the shit that i do---this is the part where you want me to hug you isn’t it?"
