She was always going to be overpossessive, he knew. She was always going to want to hurt anybody who he looked at in any way besides murderously. And who knew, maybe she wanted to hurt those people too just because he looked at them, but it just fit into his plans anyway.
"She's a fairy, I don't know. Her name is Tink, and I have no idea where she lives. Do fairies live places? Or do they just live in flowers?"
Jack wrapped an arm around Harley and started to walk her back toward the asylum. There was a smile on his face because this was Harley. And he had a better feeling about this Harley than any of the others. Would this one be upset if he told her about the others? He'd have to try that later, just to see.
"I don't think you should smoosh her. She's just a little bug thing. We'll have a nice happy home just you me and the babies without you smashing her, okay?"