✿ bc mAMA HARLEY ALWAYS NEEDS KISSES FROM HER SON
missed me missed me –—- —— now you gotta kiss me
AS it turns out, Jason going back to his own safehouse bleeding between his third and fourth ribs was definitely not happening, and he’d called Harley up, asking if he could maybe come in be-cause I’m actually kinda hurtin’, please open your door to a poor, unfortunate soul?
After stitches, cursing, and letting her dogs climb all over him ex-cept for on his left side because ow, Jason slept pretty awfully, but he’s here, SO.
When they’re both properly awake the next morning and Harley’s standing in the kitchen debating with herself about some thing or another, Jason dips down and kiss her cheek and ruffle her hair playfully, only wincing a little at the pull against the stitches.
❝ Mornin’, Harls. ❞