[ There's a small, short quiver in Harley's lower lip when she realizes what he's saying: he doesn't want her here. What a perfect time for her to actually interpret his words and gestures properly.
Letting Bud finish eating whatever the hell this powder is out of her gloved palm, she then drops it to the cave floor and rubs hyena slobber off on the stone floor.
That tremble in her lip, and the flash of hurt in her eyes, only lasts for a second, but it might give off the impression that she's about to burst into tears, or turn into a simpering, whiny idiot (no commentary necessary). Instead, it fades and the hurt turns into a burst of indignation.
Really? Really? Here she was, excited as all get out to see him, ready to take care of him if he needs nursing, or listen to his monologuing if he needs a sounding board, and even being a bit of a punching bag if he needs to let off some steam. And he's sneering at her like she's a piece of discarded bubblegum he found stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
The nerve. ]
Now you wait just one horn-tootin' minute, buster. You're lucky you have me and the babies here.
[ Of course the hyenas were part of that equation. They were family. ]
And I'll tell you another thing: Batsy hasn't solved some space-time continuum nonsense. Does he look like like Stephen Hawking to you? Does he?! No, he does not. There's a difference between being a pain in the butt with some fancy gadgets and uncovering the secrets of the universe.
[ Now she's jabbing a finger in his direction while Bud gives a quick yip as if to say yeah. ]
And on top of that, he's not gonna let us loose in some weird place without straitjackets. I mean, really. Look at Arkham. They put us in tiny cells for a reason and it's not so we can cavort with the other prisoners.
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Letting Bud finish eating whatever the hell this powder is out of her gloved palm, she then drops it to the cave floor and rubs hyena slobber off on the stone floor.
That tremble in her lip, and the flash of hurt in her eyes, only lasts for a second, but it might give off the impression that she's about to burst into tears, or turn into a simpering, whiny idiot (no commentary necessary). Instead, it fades and the hurt turns into a burst of indignation.
Really? Really? Here she was, excited as all get out to see him, ready to take care of him if he needs nursing, or listen to his monologuing if he needs a sounding board, and even being a bit of a punching bag if he needs to let off some steam. And he's sneering at her like she's a piece of discarded bubblegum he found stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
The nerve. ]
Now you wait just one horn-tootin' minute, buster. You're lucky you have me and the babies here.
[ Of course the hyenas were part of that equation. They were family. ]
And I'll tell you another thing: Batsy hasn't solved some space-time continuum nonsense. Does he look like like Stephen Hawking to you? Does he?! No, he does not. There's a difference between being a pain in the butt with some fancy gadgets and uncovering the secrets of the universe.
[ Now she's jabbing a finger in his direction while Bud gives a quick yip as if to say yeah. ]
And on top of that, he's not gonna let us loose in some weird place without straitjackets. I mean, really. Look at Arkham. They put us in tiny cells for a reason and it's not so we can cavort with the other prisoners.