InsaneJournal

Harley couldn't resist it. Bombs and explosions and chaos, it all served to remind her of what it was she had at home. Her Mister J. He'd have loved it. Oh his would have been bigger, in a populated area and he'd have gloated. But still crime scenes were a little sexy to her now. Which didn't much help in her 'I wanna be a psychologist again' crusade. Oh she could assess herself as so not ready to work in that kind of field again it wasn't even funny but that seemed like it might be a little redundant. It just wasn't fair. She bet that other lady wasn't even as good as she was, or that she hadn't gotten to work with the most badass amazing and utterly wonderful of criminals. Stupid Brit wasn't gonna steal her job. Kimmie would help, Harley was sure of it. Besides which, this was a lame crime scene. It was mostly only in one area and she was pretty sure no one had even died.

But hero glarey Jedi boy had rallied the troops and they were doing their thing.

Still she probably shouldn't be seen here. Harley was pretty sure Kimmie would also say not to wander around the edges of bomb sites looking lovestruck. There was probably a rule about it in the 'I can be sane, really this time' Handbook.

Also Red. Oh the glaring. And if she was green when she was glaring. Like a girl hulk. Like a ...less scary She Hulk. With prettier hair and plants that looked at you! And she'd do the sigh. The why must you still love him sigh. Ugh. Harley hated the sigh. It was stupid and mean and made her feel all guilty. Harley didn't like her when she was disappointed.

"Fiiine" she said to no one in particular with a decided flounce, turning away from the scene and starting to make her way back through the city streets to the formerly abandoned house she shared with Red.

Stupid Sexy Crime Scenes.