Jonathan's hand moved, and faster than one could really follow, one of his sickles cut through the air, knocking Harley's phone from her hand. He had hooked it in such a way, that the curved blade easily shattered the phone, rendering it useless for much of anything other than a paper weight.
"What happened to you, Harl? You used to be one of us, someone who would play and have fun...and now you are nothing more than a worthless puppet who lost her strings..."
Fear toxin was spilling from his lips as he spoke, not enough to reach Harley (not that it would effect her considering her immunity), but enough that it was clear Scarebeast was taking more control...if Jonathan wasn't careful, he would lose it completely.
However, that would have been good news for Harley, since Scarebeast didn't attack randomly, usually thinking through the attacks he made when it wasn't out of fear or protecting Jonathan.