"That's not the point, Harley," Jonathan growled, raising his gloved hand and placing the needles under her chin, tilting her head up. "I can't have you running around ruining everything. You're not a hero, and now is not the time to be cozing up to them."
He leaned close, his lips brushing hers, and as he did, his eyes changed back to their normal brown..with a too far gone hint of madness.
"Perhaps you should try to be worth something, little pretty doll...rather than a useless...broken...toy..." The words were whipsered, a hint of mania and glee in them.
Scarecrow was back to play.
It had taken forever for him to break through the bonds and chains that had been wrapped around him, keeping him from his precious. It was Harley, the fear...the threat that she posed, that had helped him shatter those chains, to protect his Johnny.
His.
And now this little...tart was upsetting that precious balance and posing a threat to his little happy boy.