𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬.

Six... Seeeeven.

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𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

"... Please stop looking at me like that."

He watched her silently, letting that moment of pause really cement in the fact that he was wordlessly apologizing.

Suddenly, he reached for his wrist.

Beep, beep.

"You ever take the Bat-Jet for a spin?"

- She'd most likely go off with a warning.

Possession of firearms, disturbing the peace. Taking a dump on capitalism, as she put it. Besides, she *was* just walking down the street. Even if she had a bat in hand.

Seeing as he was Batman...

"It's my job to be a buzz kill," he mused. 🦇

There was a slightly knowing smirk then. So there was regret. A hint of deeper meaning to it all. He shouldn't have been surprised.

In fact, he almost felt like a jerk - but then again, judging someone's character was his duty. The warrants she had out were nothing crazy either.

If he were a cop-🦇

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It may have been folly. Searching for answers from a girl who cared for none.

Terry knew deep in his heart that sometimes there wasn't a reason.

There was no use in trying to control a girl like her.

But understanding her?

That beat handcuffs every day of the week.

"Causing chaos and discord, I guess I can understand the appeal - but following a bum like that around-"

He crossed his arms again, eyes looking to hers, as if begging for a surprise.

"Handcuffs got nothin' on that."

Begging for a sign of the psychiatrist she once was.

For a reason. 🦇

"That depends on your answer," he began, not budging an inch from his posture, even when she looked so innocently into his eyes.

Terry simply raised a brow, the white of his lenses lifting in retention.

"... Why'd you follow him so long?" he found himself asking. 🦇

"You know you've got several warrants out for you," he said, admiring her with his voice.

"I can't exactly let you walk out of here with a slap on the wrist."

"Don't know how you can sleep at night knowing there's people-eating hyenas in the room next to you. Then again, you *did* sleep next to the Joker once.

Hyenas are much better company."

Eyeing the bat, squinting. She didn't seem intent on using it against him, so what *was* she doing? 🦇

Terrorist, Psychiatrist, and a horrendous tease. Yeah, he'd read that in the Batcomputer files too. Though text was nothing like the real thing.

"Anarchy's out of fashion, Harley. Thought they told you that when you graduated from Arkham's School of Hard Knocks."

That grin never faltered. 🦇

"And dare I say: fashionable. Minus the clown makeup."

And finally, there's that notorious Terry smirk.

"Heard you swing a big hammer around when you're not mauling people with a baseball bat and hyenas.

So. Where are the weapons?"

She was clever, he'd give her that. He had his experience with femme fatales, though nothing like her.

Using charm as a weapon... Usually that was his M.O.

"Harley Quinn. Notorious criminal, psychologist, terrorist. Ran with the Joker."

Eyeing her.

"... Unpredictably predictable." 🦇

Terry's facade had almost dropped. Guess he was too sloppy. His hand lifted, and he scoffed. He raised them above his head to show he wasn't aiming to hurt her.

"... Truce?" he asked, though in his mind he was still very much wary, but...

That pout was cute though-

No. Don't even acknowledge it.

"... When it comes to clowns, the juice is hardly worth the squeeze," he admonished, that trigger on the detonator looking real friendly right about now.

He wouldn't be the one to throw the first punch. Not to make the first move.

Watch, learn, react.

Then again, maybe she had changed.

Doubtful.

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Bonkers and fun?

Why did that give him the urge to suddenly show off?

This is what Mr. Wayne was always talking about. He needed to think things through instead of acting on instinct.

"Fun?" he asked, voice leaning on the precipice of threatening and curious.

"What do you know about *fun*?"

"I'll be watching."

The white of his eyes squinted as he took in her strides. Keeping his hand locked onto that detonator. Keep your composure.

She's unpredictable.

Even if that cold wind blows her scent past your nostrils, and the light bounces off her eyes.

It's all a trick.

"I'm Batman," he said tersely.

"... That's questionable. You should really watch out.

If we're thinkin' about the same girl, she'll stab you in the back as quick as she is to tell you sweet nothings."

He does too, but he's not going to admit that out loud.

Instead, he's just gonna look at her like this and judge from afar.