"Just like you fell for some woman and let her touch your gun." He idly pointed it out, trying to shake himself from the visions of Harley and another woman going at it. There were many things that Jack knew in his heart of hearts she would never really go for, not even if he asked nicely, but it didn't mean that he couldn't construct them in his thoughts, did it? She couldn't stop him from having fantasies.
Maybe she could, if she hit him really hard over the head.
"I don't think you can get a bulldozer into the courtyard, Harl. It won't fit through the front doors. And I won't have you destroying my asylum. I've worked hard to keep that place, you know. it's not as if Batfuck and his Buttfriends are just letting me have it because I want it. You know they actually think they're going to use it, as an actual asylum. I can't even count how many times I've had to kill everybody inside just to get it back."
Not that killing everybody was anything less than a delightfully good time. Jack had thought of filling it all up again just so he could empty it. Though disposing of the bodies was tedious and boring. However, now that he had Harley, he could just make her do that.
"Those stupid butterflies were good for nothing. Cowardly. And twitchy. No stomach for fun."
It seemed like an awful lot of his associates were bug-shaped these days.