WHO: Harley + Adam WHAT: something interesting WHERE: just outside the Sanctuary WHEN: backdated to after this RATING: pg13 for shameless flirting, inappropriate jokes and mentions of violence (typical Harley conversations)
He wasn't tempting fate but he sure was tempting something.
Harley was too often distracted by pretty and shiny things and the good doctor was plenty ample in both aspects. The man wasn't exactly the friendly sort to start off with but Harley had been able to weasel a few good moods out of him every now and then, thanks mostly to his fantastic good lucks and sinful charm (thank you, mother).
Though he had only just joined them, Harley felt that Adam was fitting in rather well. Or at least, he was good at making it seem that way. Anyone with actual medical training was a rarity these days so when they found someone with experience like Adam, well how could they pass him up? It certainly hadn't been Harley's decision to bring the doctor into the fold but he definitely was up for keeping him around.
For medical reasons, naturally. Not for ogling. Adam didn't seem to mind when he did that though so Harley did it whenever possible, as if challenging the other man to either dismiss or hit him. Instead, the doctor returned his flirty quips with a few teasing barbs and Harley too quickly found himself hooked for more.
Adam was fun. Harmless. So far.
I bet I can find you in 15.
It was more like 10 but Harley wasn't gonna brag. That was for another time. He'd known where the doctor was long before their radio conversation. Though he did usually keep tabs on everyone, or as much as he could, Adam's particular whereabouts had been receiving extra attention from him lately. Red flag. Harley was outside the walls and making his way toward where Adam was before anyone could stop him.