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WHO: Harley Quinn and Floyd Lawton
WHERE: Nonah #2
WHEN: before the blackout
WHAT: Harley is going to make friends even if it kills them.
WARNINGS: good odds there will be casual discussion of violence and murder

[ Back home, Harley had little to no interest in Deadshot. They'd worked together for like a minute and they didn't exactly get close. He was a vague impression of stale cigarette smoke and a truly horrible jacket. But here, anyone even adjacent to Gotham is a welcome piece of home, even if it's the wrong Gotham. And ever since Diablo mentioned that Deadshot might be nervous about her, Harley decided they were going to be best friends whether he liked it or not.

She made a special effort to look nonthreatening today, since it's a surprise visit and people like them tend toward paranoia and shooting first. Her t-shirt has kittens and hearts on it. She is totally killing this innocence thing.]

Knock knock, Puddin'. You gonna invite me in or what?

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[Floyd generally likes to keep to himself, he doesn't have many visitors and he likes it that way. He stays by himself, he works by himself, he tries not to do anything too social out of habit. And paranoia, to a degree. This whole place just felt wrong, like a trap or something, and he didn't quite trust it or the people here.

So to have someone invade his little piece of home? Always set him on edge. Especially when that someone spoke like that and looked like that. He knew this one. It was Hartley. Other-Harley. The one Diablo had mentioned and he'd briefly seen on the network. There's no easy way to respond to this and he doubts ignoring it will help any so in the end, he pushes the door open and looks at her, clearly unimpressed.]

Dunno. [There's a beat.] Why'd you wanna come in?

[Harley is taken aback. She hadn't thought this far ahead. And frankly, she's a little offended that her Perfectly Innocent and Safe Normal Person disguise didn't work.]

What? Since when do I need reasons to do stuff?

Come on, it's not like I'm gonna just go away. I'm very persistent.

Everyone has got a reason to do stuff. You got a reason right now. You gonna tell me it or what?

[No, nothing is ever that simple with Floyd. He's a stubborn ass when he wants to be. If he relents now, he's a push over, he has to stay strong. Just for now. Hell, they both know she's getting in here, one way or another.]

Who told you where I live?

The reason is because I'm me and I do what I want when I want.

[She shifts the angle of her hips and shoulders just so to say "Look at me, I am adorable, and also I am not carrying any weapons. Little pig, little pig, won't you let me in?"]

I had a vision. And I know how to use Google.

[There's a huff but eventually, he pushes the door wide open enough for her to come in. This fight was so not worth it. Not today anyway.

He's looking her over, careful and curious, not commenting just yet. It takes him a while to decide what to do.]

You want a drink?

[Harley breezes past him and looks around his living space instead of examining him. Eye contact probably makes him jumpy, and besides, she wants to snoop.]

I want anything you'll give me, sugar.

[She says it casually, like she flirts on autopilot or is trying to meet expectations instead of an actual attempt at seduction. If she was trying to make a move it would be way, way worse. The girl is not subtle.]

You're just not gonna answer any of my questions, huh?

[He rolls his eyes and walks around his place, it's nothing fancy nor is it that set up for living. He didn't expect to be here long so he wasn't getting settled and he didn't need a home. He didn't have a home unless he had his little girl with him and without her, this had to be temporary.

Just somewhere to sleep and eat. Just another cell.]

Prob'ly not.

[She throws herself onto the plain government issued sofa and stretches languorously ]

It is sad in here. You should get a plant. A dog would be better, but you don't seem ready for that kind of commitment.

Well, since you're obviously not settling in, are you going out a lot? Or do you just hang out in the dark, alone, like a creepy weirdo?

It's not sad in here. It's nice. I got a fruit bowl.

[Look, that was pretty damn swanky compared to where he came from and it was true, he did have one. One sad little fruit bowl with apples and oranges in it. That were going a little funky because he wasn't overly into fruit.]

I go to a bar, I got stuff I'm doing, I'm keeping busy and -- woah, you know what? Hold up. You're not judging my ass in my place. Nope. Be a good guest and remark on how nice my shit is.

[He's particularly fond of the fruit bowl, feel free to call it nice.]

[She looks around for something to compliment, but that fruit bowl is pretty much it. She stares at it for a bit before hesitantly offering the best she can do.]

That's a good looking apple. What is that, red delicious? Honeycrisp? That's nice.

[And soon it will be vintage.]

It's Gala. You want one? They're still pretty good.

[Look, they're just appreciating. They're still good. Until they're black, they're still 'fresh'.]

The oranges aren't to my taste but I'm sorta leaving them out there. It's a healthy snack if I have visitors. [You know, because he's fending those off with a stick.]

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[She picks an orange from the bowl. She's not hungry, but she likes the feeling of tearing the skin off and peeling segments apart. It's always messier than you think it will be. That's probably a metaphor for something.]

So what's, like. Our thing? Or, y'know. You and not-me.

Diablo's nice and all but he's not really one for conversation.

Our thing?

[That takes a second. He takes a seat on the coffee table opposite her and runs his hand across his head, considering what exactly she was to him. Not quite a friend but not exactly a work colleague either. Just someone he has a weird fucked up bond with entirely by accident.]

We worked a job together once. It was a heck of a job. I didn't hate you. [He pulls a slight face, unsure how to define it.] I think we got on? But with you, doll-face, there ain't no way to be certain. You got your own way of thinking and your own way of being, I don't think I could make much sense of anything you feel. Especially since feelings aren't exactly my area. [He smirks slightly.] So imagine how hard it's gotta be for Diablo, given he has like one emotion and it's usually just bumming everyone out.

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