[ Well, of course she ideas. Lots of them, actually. Probably not anything he’ll want to hear, because most of them verge on batshit crazy. Then again, this situation is batshit crazy and maybe that’s the sort of thinking that’s required to figure this all out.
Anyway, at least now he’s asking for her opinion of what’s going on, instead of solely acting like she’s speaking out of turn and causing problems. The fact of the matter is that Harley wants to be impressive. She always has, even when she was little Harleen and determined to write a best-seller on the inmates of Arkham. Even when she did competitive gymnastics. But more than that, she wants to be impressive to people that she thinks are worthwhile. And, for some reason that no one’s quite been able to figure out yet, she finds Joker to be the smartest of the smart, the wiliest of the wily, the trickiest of the tricky. He’s the cream of the crop, really, and while she sees them as equals, she sometimes gets the feeling that he doesn’t.
Imagine that.
He’s also stopped advancing on her like he wants to strangle the life out of her, and that’s always an improvement. One less thing she has to talk him down from.
And, really, in Harley’s mind, sure he’s ‘tried’ to murder her multiple times. But she has no doubt that if he’d really wanted to do so that she’d be dead. And she isn’t. So, clearly, her puddin’ is just acting out, crying out for help. He needs more love and support, not judgmental anger.
Honestly, if he’d ever bothered to ask her, she’d let him know that she thinks he plays a similar game with Batsy: he doesn’t really want Batman dead — because that would be the end of all the fun and games — so he lets the Bat win, over and over and over. ]
Ok. One: and just hear me out.
[ She’s patting Lou on the head to calm the hyena, who simply gives another growl before laying back down. ]
Black hole. I know, I know. That sounds crazy, right? Who could survive a black hole? But we don’t really know what happens to anything that falls into one. Maybe this is the other side. That’d be wild. [ Her eyes are almost feverishly bright as she considers it. It’s a little out there, but maybe the whole planet fell into one. Okay, look, they have crazier things on their world. ]
Or another dimension. I don’t know how we got to it. But we’ve got enough maniacal scientists that who knows. They could have opened the door to something. And now we’re all here. Although I would have expected to see Bats by now. But maybe he got trampled by that Pegasus.
[ Possible. ]
But three, and this is my favorite, by the way: ancient aliens. We’ve been abducted and now we’re on their planet or moon or whatever. Maybe they want to breed us with Grays. Which, hell no, no way. I like tall guys.
But they could have zapped us all up onto the mothership and put us in cryo. Maybe it’s those Krypton people. You know. Supes’ family.
Working with the Grays, of course.
[ Unfortunately, she seems entirely serious about all of this. The explanation has to be something completely out there. This all seems a little more... bizarre... than some new kind of prison. ]
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Anyway, at least now he’s asking for her opinion of what’s going on, instead of solely acting like she’s speaking out of turn and causing problems. The fact of the matter is that Harley wants to be impressive. She always has, even when she was little Harleen and determined to write a best-seller on the inmates of Arkham. Even when she did competitive gymnastics. But more than that, she wants to be impressive to people that she thinks are worthwhile. And, for some reason that no one’s quite been able to figure out yet, she finds Joker to be the smartest of the smart, the wiliest of the wily, the trickiest of the tricky. He’s the cream of the crop, really, and while she sees them as equals, she sometimes gets the feeling that he doesn’t.
Imagine that.
He’s also stopped advancing on her like he wants to strangle the life out of her, and that’s always an improvement. One less thing she has to talk him down from.
And, really, in Harley’s mind, sure he’s ‘tried’ to murder her multiple times. But she has no doubt that if he’d really wanted to do so that she’d be dead. And she isn’t. So, clearly, her puddin’ is just acting out, crying out for help. He needs more love and support, not judgmental anger.
Honestly, if he’d ever bothered to ask her, she’d let him know that she thinks he plays a similar game with Batsy: he doesn’t really want Batman dead — because that would be the end of all the fun and games — so he lets the Bat win, over and over and over. ]
Ok. One: and just hear me out.
[ She’s patting Lou on the head to calm the hyena, who simply gives another growl before laying back down. ]
Black hole. I know, I know. That sounds crazy, right? Who could survive a black hole? But we don’t really know what happens to anything that falls into one. Maybe this is the other side. That’d be wild. [ Her eyes are almost feverishly bright as she considers it. It’s a little out there, but maybe the whole planet fell into one. Okay, look, they have crazier things on their world. ]
Or another dimension. I don’t know how we got to it. But we’ve got enough maniacal scientists that who knows. They could have opened the door to something. And now we’re all here. Although I would have expected to see Bats by now. But maybe he got trampled by that Pegasus.
[ Possible. ]
But three, and this is my favorite, by the way: ancient aliens. We’ve been abducted and now we’re on their planet or moon or whatever. Maybe they want to breed us with Grays. Which, hell no, no way. I like tall guys.
But they could have zapped us all up onto the mothership and put us in cryo. Maybe it’s those Krypton people. You know. Supes’ family.
Working with the Grays, of course.
[ Unfortunately, she seems entirely serious about all of this. The explanation has to be something completely out there. This all seems a little more... bizarre... than some new kind of prison. ]