[ with her eyes squeezed shut as they are, she doesn’t realize bruce has padded over to join them until she hears the whining from the vicinity of her hip, and then she pulls back with a slightly thick chuckle, glancing down at him as he leans into the slide of hellboy’s hand before offering a few healthy licks in exchange. ] He was all worried about me, weren’t you, sweet boy?

[ she’ll never say no to him picking her up in any context, whether it’s hauling her over his shoulder and up to their bedroom or just like this, making her feel so small and cared for as she tucks herself in, head dropping against his shoulder while he takes her over to the couch again. she’s still in his lap when he settles down, bruce hopping up to lay next to them within close reach, and harley nuzzles in against the dark hair on hellboy’s jaw, not really seeking anything more than just little reminders that he’s here, he still exists, he hasn’t left her too. ] I’m so tired of this. Of people I care about leavin’. I know they can’t help it, but… I’m just so tired.