boy, these hero-types sure are easy to fool. all it takes is a crappy disguise, a different accent, and a couple of guys you paid minimum wage to try and take your purse... and a very well-placed tranquilizer, of course. what-- were you expecting her to use a giant mallet? cheese and crackers, no! she doesn’t want to hurt the poor kid. she wants to help him.
which is why he’s got his wrists and ankles duct-taped to a nice comfy chair in her hotel room.
(she’s not stupid, y’know.)
so here they are, tenth floor double-bed suite, ready to spend some quality time together. they don’t get that anymore-- quality time. maybe they never had it in the first place. harley can remember plenty of nights spent sitting on rooftops, sharing fries and hot cocoa while the bat wasn’t watching, but given the state she’s usually in, that doesn’t count for much, does it. no matter! he’s here, she’s here, so really, it’d be a shame not to catch up.
she can hear him trying to get out of the chair. you get an ear for those types of things when you’re a supervillain. the way she sticks her head out from the kitchen and smiles at him, though, you’d think he just came home from school.
“-- hey! catch up on yer beauty sleep?”