nah i don't mind might not be the best story for text or whatever though at least not the way i tell it
[ long and kind of all over the place. she's something of a wild narrator. see exhibit birds of prey (and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn). ]
you make it sound like we're leaving it up to chance
It's the white house by the bridge, behind the dormitory. I'll meet you outside.
[ some poor fellow now lost in the au used to own it, so it was free real estate. it's not exactly ideal, but he needs to figure out some things before he can move on. ]
[ so it turns out that she hasn't really found a place to crash long-term yet, but the truth is she also doesn't need that much in the way of sleep. when's the last time she got any? debatable.
what she does have is the ability to look much more fabulous now in one of the outfits she used jimmy's funds to buy for herself, a fitted and very sequined suit jacket over a dress that looks more like it's made for clubbing than just walking around in. but that's her style, no doubt about it. no wig, though. she's actually starting to get used to her shaved head, although some of the blonde has started to grow in all fuzzy and light.
he's an easy profile to spot, at least, and she strolls up to him with that same lack of hesitancy as before.
there might be a coyness to her smile that wasn't there last time, though. ]
[ a big dumb smile appears on his face as he notices her. for a split-second he almost looks confused by her choices in fashion, but who is he to judge a lady for the way she dresses? he has also found himself something new to wear: a dark leather coat with a dark shirt and a vest to go under it. the top buttons of the shirt are obviously unbuttoned, his chest hair needs to breathe too. ]
Ah, Harley. How wonderful to see you.
[ like they just happened to meet each other by chance. yeah, fancy that. he moves from the wall he was leaning his back against and meets her half way. his new house is right there. ]
This world seems to suit you. [ he gestures at her... everything. ] How are you liking it so far?
[ it is kind of funny, them acting like this was just a surprise meet. but at the same time, she realizes she’s seeing him now — or at least the version of himself he wants to present to everyone else. that paired with whatever unexpected emotions that had surged over her when they’d briefly touched, she sees someone who wants to be in control of the image he projects.
and she might understand that more than he thinks, even if it’s a fleeting thought that she gets distracted from mentioning when he motions to her.
but they’re both in way more flattering clothes now. and from what she can see, his are doing all kinds of things for him. ]
Well, it’s no Gotham, that’s for sure. But I guess I needed the change of scenery. ‘Sides, now I can say I’ve been to the friggin’ moon. [ she nods to him with a quick lift of her chin. ] Lovin’ the leather.
[ being stripped out of his own clothes and weapons was humiliating in a way, but it wasn't the first time that it happened to him and it was the same for her, apparently. considering that, they both handled the situation exceptionally well, he thinks. he'll never bring it up again.
when he comes closer and brings his other hand from behind his back, she can see it's now equipped with a hook. it's a replacement, but just as sharp as the original one. he could have gotten a prosthetic hand like jimmy suggested, but this felt like the right thing to do. it's visible how much he feels like himself again. ]
Thank you. [ what a compliment. he knows it's true. ] Gotham? I thought you were from Brooklyn. [ he brings it up casually without missing a beat, pointing at her with the hook like some know-it-all. ] The accent. [ like he knew anything about brooklyn and its accents. ]
[ there’s no easy way for her to say she’s used to rougher treatment. it’s not like she has the scars to prove it but it’s also not the first time she’s ended up wearing shapeless and unflattering jumpsuits either. such is the life of a bad guy. occasionally you get caught, you do your time, you orchestrate a breakout.
her gaze drops to what he pulls out between them and her lips curve, part slightly for a broader grin. she doesn’t know the 411 about how he’d lost the hand but the glint of the hook as he turns it... it’s something sharp and impressive and she feels like that must be the whole point of it.
no pun intended. ]
Mmm, not that far off. [ her accent sounds close enough, even if she tends to punch it up with a sing-song tone. she reaches out with a hand, curling her index finger around the curve of his hook before it starts to slide towards the point. ] Not a bad guess, anyhow.
[ he really has no idea what he's getting himself into. all he knows is that she's some criminal and apparently dangerous. he was warned, but that only made him all the more curious. ]
I try my best. [ hell, he has no idea. but nevermind that, he's absolutely into the way she's handling his hook. something tells him he's not the only one here who likes to live dangerously.
and apparently they're already having another moment. out in the street. ]
Tell me, did you have many famous pirates back in Gotham? [ listen, if she's going to appreciate the hook, she better do it properly. ]
[ she knows the impression she gives off, with all her bright colors and tattoos and sequins. anyone wearing ink on their face isn’t going to be some goody-two-shoes either. but there are signs she’s made some changes to that even recently, the names that have either been crossed out or turned into something else, signs that she’s making some changes in her life.
or at least she’s ready to be a little less terrible.
but, as her blatant fondling of his hook proves, she’s not above some behavior. ]
Not so much. [ she laughs, shaking her head slowly, and lets her fingers follow the shape of the metal, curved and smooth. ] So really, you might be representin’ all sorts of firsts for me. That’s a big deal.
[ he's seen some of the tattoos, certainly enough to make out the name featured in them. they spell out a story, one quite different from his own. the only name on the tattoo on his right wrist, milah, still stands there, drawn inside a red heart, nothing less. ]
Aye. It's going to be rather special, isn't it? I'm honored. [ the words are supposed to express his gratitude and appreciation, but he has a way of making them sound like her choice in him was obvious. he's simply so full of himself. his eyes follow her fingers slowly trailing the metal, hypnotized. ]
None? [ ah, that can't be right. he's going to be so disappointed if this set up doesn't play out like he's hoping it will. ] I'm told I was known across several worlds by my more colorful moniker, given to me for the sake of the weapon you're now holding in your hand. I wonder if that name was also known in Gotham? [ he finally looks up from her fingers to her eyes, trying to catch the possible moment she might recognize his identity. he's a proper drama queen, it's true. ]
[ some of them are more haphazardly done, x-marks that definitively cross out the name of her ex. others are added onto, turning what used to be I LOVE PUDDIN into PUDDINg cups. or there’s the giant J on her upper arm, currently hidden by the sleeves of her jacket, that she’s had a mermaid tattooed on top of so that the letter becomes its tail.
getting rid of him on her is really just the start. but finding a handsome distraction is gonna go a long way in helping her move past her ex altogether.
her brow furrows in mild confusion, even as she uses the tether of his hook to pull herself closer to him. ] Okay, so. You’re a pirate captain. With a ship. And a crew. Only your ship’s not here. And you have a...
[ there it is. the moment when realization dawns and she looks at him with a more incredulous smile, laughing once and then shaking her head in almost disbelief. ] Wait, wait, wait. You’re tellin’ me you’re... the Captain Hook? [ oh, that is rich, but all she can do is chuckle. ] No offense, but you’re way better-lookin’ than that story ever gave ya credit for.
[ the mermaid tattoo is very cute. he certainly approves of it. ]
[ he carefully watches the realization dawn on her, enjoying every second of this. true, it's ridiculous to know that people wrote children's stories about you, but he's damn well going to use it to his own advantage as much as he can. fame is always impressive, right? ]
I was also told that. [ he smiles, the lie slipping past his lips as easily as any other. well, it's more like an exaggeration. emma did tell him that the fairy tale version of him was somewhat hideous. rude, honestly. ] So you have heard of me. How splendid. Glad to make your acquaintance, Harley Quinn, now that we're properly introduced.
[ if she has it her way he can get plenty acquainted with it very soon.
and maybe she knows a thing or two about being famous. or infamous. still, it’s different than meeting someone who, up until recently, she only knew of from a freaking fairy tale. so this is new and different. kind of what she already expected from him going into this, but also somehow more? who knew. ]
Well, I’m only a little familiar with the story. [ but enough to know the name anyway. and she smiles when he does. ] Seems like we’re on the right track to really gettin’ to know each other.
[ it's silly and a little clumsy, so the drawing reminds him of actual pirate tattoos done out at sea. although it looks much better on her skin than it would look on anyone from his crew. ]
Truly. We both have plenty of stories to share, lass. [ yep, he sure loves talking about himself. and he still wants to know about gotham and/or brooklyn. is that where jason also originates from? ] Should we head inside? I feel like I must warn you, the man who left the house behind didn't have much of an eye for decoration. [ unlike the both of them who are absolutely killing it with their cool fashion. the way he says "left it behind" sounds like the guy just handed the keys over to hook rather than him breaking in through the window, which is still broken, by the way. ]
[ in another life maybe, she would’ve made a really kickass pirate.
but she peers up at the place with a squint, trying to get a sense of what it’ll look like inside. doesn’t really matter if it’s his or if he’s squatting, honestly. it’s not like she hasn’t ever done that. she probably will resort to that if she can’t find some poor sucker to let her move in. ]
What, ladies first? [ she winks at him and steps forward, but she’s more than happy to let him display a little chivalry in opening that door for her first. ] Don’t worry. I won’t be payin’ much attention to the scenery.
Ladies first. [ he repeats her words. of course he's holding the door open for her. after all there might be some rivaling squatter waiting for them inside.
well, maybe not. but he makes a show of it anyway, closing the door after himself only after she's slipped past him into the house. the moment also provides him with a good view of her behind, a long look he doesn't even try to hide. ]
Oh, I'm not worried. I was promised a list of my good qualities, remember? [ he remembers. he strolls after her inside the house, digging a small flask out of his pocket while she gets settled in. he wiggles the bottle at her. ] Care for a drink? [ ladies first. ]
[ look, she was the one totally checking out his ass first when they’d split up to search for jimmy on the moon. if he sneaks in a little ogling on his end, who is she to judge that? besides, she knows how she looks in this dress, and the word for that is smoking. ]
Oh, that right? Well, first things — [ she hears the slosh of liquid in the flask and her eyes light up, lips pressed together as she nods hurriedly. ]
Always. [ no hesitation about taking a swig of it either, even a second before she passes it back to him — and there’s a slight brush of fingers when she does, enough to maybe even briefly trigger that empathy bond again and make her draw in a subtle breath. ]
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might not be the best story for text or whatever though
at least not the way i tell it
[ long and kind of all over the place. she's something of a wild narrator. see exhibit birds of prey (and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn). ]
you make it sound like we're leaving it up to chance
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Where can I find you?
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What do you say?
[ he's done his research! ]
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but hey
why not
you're cute and all
[ more than cute but hey, she's fresh out of a relationship and feeling like she has to boost a guy's ego all the time. ]
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And you can tell me your story in person.
[ jason made him curious, ok. ]
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not to brag but
i think it's a good one
[ this is where jason todd's tendency to vague it up is surely biting him in the ass right about now. a harley-shaped bite. ]
okay okay
where are you shacking up anyway
[ it's not like they're going to need much more than one thing for their intended purposes. ]
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It's the white house by the bridge, behind the dormitory. I'll meet you outside.
[ some poor fellow now lost in the au used to own it, so it was free real estate. it's not exactly ideal, but he needs to figure out some things before he can move on. ]
slide to action?
what she does have is the ability to look much more fabulous now in one of the outfits she used jimmy's funds to buy for herself, a fitted and very sequined suit jacket over a dress that looks more like it's made for clubbing than just walking around in. but that's her style, no doubt about it. no wig, though. she's actually starting to get used to her shaved head, although some of the blonde has started to grow in all fuzzy and light.
he's an easy profile to spot, at least, and she strolls up to him with that same lack of hesitancy as before.
there might be a coyness to her smile that wasn't there last time, though. ]
Fancy meetin' you here.
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Ah, Harley. How wonderful to see you.
[ like they just happened to meet each other by chance. yeah, fancy that. he moves from the wall he was leaning his back against and meets her half way. his new house is right there. ]
This world seems to suit you. [ he gestures at her... everything. ] How are you liking it so far?
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and she might understand that more than he thinks, even if it’s a fleeting thought that she gets distracted from mentioning when he motions to her.
but they’re both in way more flattering clothes now. and from what she can see, his are doing all kinds of things for him. ]
Well, it’s no Gotham, that’s for sure. But I guess I needed the change of scenery. ‘Sides, now I can say I’ve been to the friggin’ moon. [ she nods to him with a quick lift of her chin. ] Lovin’ the leather.
i forgot the hook GOD isgdhg
when he comes closer and brings his other hand from behind his back, she can see it's now equipped with a hook. it's a replacement, but just as sharp as the original one. he could have gotten a prosthetic hand like jimmy suggested, but this felt like the right thing to do. it's visible how much he feels like himself again. ]
Thank you. [ what a compliment. he knows it's true. ] Gotham? I thought you were from Brooklyn. [ he brings it up casually without missing a beat, pointing at her with the hook like some know-it-all. ] The accent. [ like he knew anything about brooklyn and its accents. ]
LMAOOOdksjd it deserves the reveal!
her gaze drops to what he pulls out between them and her lips curve, part slightly for a broader grin. she doesn’t know the 411 about how he’d lost the hand but the glint of the hook as he turns it... it’s something sharp and impressive and she feels like that must be the whole point of it.
no pun intended. ]
Mmm, not that far off. [ her accent sounds close enough, even if she tends to punch it up with a sing-song tone. she reaches out with a hand, curling her index finger around the curve of his hook before it starts to slide towards the point. ] Not a bad guess, anyhow.
makes it ~more dramatic~
I try my best. [ hell, he has no idea. but nevermind that, he's absolutely into the way she's handling his hook. something tells him he's not the only one here who likes to live dangerously.
and apparently they're already having another moment. out in the street. ]
Tell me, did you have many famous pirates back in Gotham? [ listen, if she's going to appreciate the hook, she better do it properly. ]
presenting: The Hook
or at least she’s ready to be a little less terrible.
but, as her blatant fondling of his hook proves, she’s not above some behavior. ]
Not so much. [ she laughs, shaking her head slowly, and lets her fingers follow the shape of the metal, curved and smooth. ] So really, you might be representin’ all sorts of firsts for me. That’s a big deal.
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Aye. It's going to be rather special, isn't it? I'm honored. [ the words are supposed to express his gratitude and appreciation, but he has a way of making them sound like her choice in him was obvious. he's simply so full of himself. his eyes follow her fingers slowly trailing the metal, hypnotized. ]
None? [ ah, that can't be right. he's going to be so disappointed if this set up doesn't play out like he's hoping it will. ] I'm told I was known across several worlds by my more colorful moniker, given to me for the sake of the weapon you're now holding in your hand. I wonder if that name was also known in Gotham? [ he finally looks up from her fingers to her eyes, trying to catch the possible moment she might recognize his identity. he's a proper drama queen, it's true. ]
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getting rid of him on her is really just the start. but finding a handsome distraction is gonna go a long way in helping her move past her ex altogether.
her brow furrows in mild confusion, even as she uses the tether of his hook to pull herself closer to him. ] Okay, so. You’re a pirate captain. With a ship. And a crew. Only your ship’s not here. And you have a...
[ there it is. the moment when realization dawns and she looks at him with a more incredulous smile, laughing once and then shaking her head in almost disbelief. ] Wait, wait, wait. You’re tellin’ me you’re... the Captain Hook? [ oh, that is rich, but all she can do is chuckle. ] No offense, but you’re way better-lookin’ than that story ever gave ya credit for.
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[ he carefully watches the realization dawn on her, enjoying every second of this. true, it's ridiculous to know that people wrote children's stories about you, but he's damn well going to use it to his own advantage as much as he can. fame is always impressive, right? ]
I was also told that. [ he smiles, the lie slipping past his lips as easily as any other. well, it's more like an exaggeration. emma did tell him that the fairy tale version of him was somewhat hideous. rude, honestly. ] So you have heard of me. How splendid. Glad to make your acquaintance, Harley Quinn, now that we're properly introduced.
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and maybe she knows a thing or two about being famous. or infamous. still, it’s different than meeting someone who, up until recently, she only knew of from a freaking fairy tale. so this is new and different. kind of what she already expected from him going into this, but also somehow more? who knew. ]
Well, I’m only a little familiar with the story. [ but enough to know the name anyway. and she smiles when he does. ] Seems like we’re on the right track to really gettin’ to know each other.
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Truly. We both have plenty of stories to share, lass. [ yep, he sure loves talking about himself. and he still wants to know about gotham and/or brooklyn. is that where jason also originates from? ] Should we head inside? I feel like I must warn you, the man who left the house behind didn't have much of an eye for decoration. [ unlike the both of them who are absolutely killing it with their cool fashion. the way he says "left it behind" sounds like the guy just handed the keys over to hook rather than him breaking in through the window, which is still broken, by the way. ]
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but she peers up at the place with a squint, trying to get a sense of what it’ll look like inside. doesn’t really matter if it’s his or if he’s squatting, honestly. it’s not like she hasn’t ever done that. she probably will resort to that if she can’t find some poor sucker to let her move in. ]
What, ladies first? [ she winks at him and steps forward, but she’s more than happy to let him display a little chivalry in opening that door for her first. ] Don’t worry. I won’t be payin’ much attention to the scenery.
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well, maybe not. but he makes a show of it anyway, closing the door after himself only after she's slipped past him into the house. the moment also provides him with a good view of her behind, a long look he doesn't even try to hide. ]
Oh, I'm not worried. I was promised a list of my good qualities, remember? [ he remembers. he strolls after her inside the house, digging a small flask out of his pocket while she gets settled in. he wiggles the bottle at her. ] Care for a drink? [ ladies first. ]
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Oh, that right? Well, first things — [ she hears the slosh of liquid in the flask and her eyes light up, lips pressed together as she nods hurriedly. ]
Always. [ no hesitation about taking a swig of it either, even a second before she passes it back to him — and there’s a slight brush of fingers when she does, enough to maybe even briefly trigger that empathy bond again and make her draw in a subtle breath. ]
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