"Always," she grinned. She was still wearing parts of the straight jacket they'd had her in. Harvey hadn't been real good at coming up with outfits for them, but it obviously hadn't been on his agenda. "Hard to think there's a store in Gotham that'd have what I wanna wear," she mused. "There never was in the past. I had to get pretty creative. Are we gonna get real creative, Red?"
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Harvey smiled. Gilda was awfully good at taking care of herself. Still, he had that husbandly urge to take care of her, too. To ruin anyone who threatened her in such a way.
He turned slightly in his chair and pulled her over and into his lap. "We're proud of how you're adjusted to all this, darling. But maybe Ivy did have a point. About making them know who's boss at least. Because playing the games we like to play with you simply won't fly. That was the special line that got crossed." His voice was dropping into a dangerous growl. And chances are he wouldn't be this polite with them.