Log, Gotham: Eddie N/Harley Q
The Arkham sewer entrance, grimy, stinky, and there was lil ol Eddie, lookin littler than before, in his green, and, yeah, the holidays were for visitin family, but they were about memories too and he appeared like one to the clown princess. She was in her regalia too, rogue, red, black, white face, eyes and lips like a spade, jester's hat with bells on (hee), and everything right to the skin and relieved in diamonds. She grinned from behind the absolute white of frills that circled wrists and giggled when she stepped out from an oily patch of thatched cattails that grew in the stinky marsh, concrete turned to mush by determined, demented roots.
She went to him without reservation. She didn't know what they were doin, but she didn't much care. She'd missed her Eddie—and the one who'd come back before? He'd gotten real sick of her, she thought, so she was happy to see him again, like this, and the way she wrapped her arms around him before she dipped to swoop and scoop him up, bridal-style, said as much.
"Hiya, baby!" She squealed as she rocked him. "You got a present for me?"
Her grin dazzled and she stood on her toes to look into the maw of the sewer.