Harley tilted her head back, but her eyes narrowed with amusement and she kept her sweet smile. "Go ahead, Doc. Juice me up. It'll be a nightmare." She breathed out, lifting her arms. She curled the limbs around Jonathan's frame and pulled him closer to her.
"I'll be whateva ya need me ta be. Anythin' ya want. I can be ya dream girl." Her heart was still racing, but the fear was beginning to die down. The toxin was the least of her worries. That sickle was the worst.