Jack Napier (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_jest) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist, |
How could he not?
Jack had practically created this woman. Nobody in the world would be able to understand her better than he could. Maybe that's why she pissed him off so much sometimes. Because he knew it was all his doing. Not that he regretted any part of it, no. Not by any means. He also didn't feel bad about it. Harley was his.
The state of her was a ruin. He couldn't even tell what she'd been through just by looking at her. It was certainly more than your typical fight with the Batfuck, that was for sure. Batman didn't use things that burned you. Not normally. Maybe he'd changed his MO in this place. Jack sure had. Kind of.
Okay, not really.
Despite being happy to see her, Jack did his best to pry her off.
"What the hell happened to you? Where's your dangly bell thing?" He tapped the air where it would have been.
"And why the fuck didn't you find me when I put my note up for you. It wasn't like it was small or something."