💢 for J to get mad at something Harley did
“one job.”
soft voice, clipped syllables. harsh words reverberate in joker’s mouth, and the sheer violence with which he snaps his neck to look at harley should likely strike fear into her heart, if she has any brains at all (unlikely, but hell, there’s gotta be something worth picking in there). short, square nails tap an uneasy rhythm on the table that separates the two of them. i could just kill her. well, let’s table that suggestion for now…
“i gave you one job - not a particularly difficult job, mind you, it’s not like i asked you to kill the batman, and you decided to provide me with the dictionary definition of a massive cock-up!” a burst of giggles tickles his throat, but it’s clear that he doesn’t find a lick of this funny. he cuts the laughter short, leans in and regards her with cold eyes. “give me one good reason i shouldn’t beat you to death and leave you as a present for the bat.”
