harley quinn has been with him for months now. she’s found herself. changed. but somehow remained the same. maybe he was a sucker for a good redemption plot -- but he’d seen some of himself in her. he’d seen someone who wanted to help people, but found it a lot harder to be good when no one held you accountable. yet he’d found a balance, while it was imperfect -- it was his own.
and so had she.
since staying here she’d discovered his true identity -- since after all it was rather inconvenient to keep the mask on all the time. tinkering in the kitchen he was attempting to fix a toaster. while normally he could and would just buy one. it didn’t mean he didn’t like to once in a while feel handy. as she entered the kitchen his gaze raised to meet hers. a faint smile on his lips.
‘ harley -- if you want toast. i think we’re out of luck. ‘ holding up the currently disassembled toaster. it looked a little worse for wear. ‘ it was broken, but now i think it’s just ... irredeemable. ‘
@funfatale || harley stop him from being handy.
