He didn’t push her away and he was asking how long she’d been here. Awwww. Wasn’t that sweet? There was another, shorter, softer squeal. “Aw, you did miss me!”
Rather than let go of him, Harley chose, with her unique logic, to make herself more comfortable. Which meant wrapping her legs around him to take some of the pressure off her arms, her heels crossing behind his back and one found a convenient perch on something that felt slightly bulky. Probably something on that funky belt of his. Whatever. It worked. Anchored more firmly, she then leaned back, using the counterweight to make her position more secure. All of which happened in the space of a heartbeat.
“Oh, I been here and there,” she answered, letting go of one shoulder to wave a negligent hand in an uncaring circle. “Not too long. How weird is this place? Hey, did you know stuff moves? I lost my hideout! Still don’t know where it is. I’m a little irked about that one. I stole pillows for that place, you know. Do you know how easy it is to shoplift pillows?”
Her head fell back as she giggled delightedly, happy to be sharing her adventures with somebody who would understand. Even if he would get all frowny in the end. That was half the fun, to see just how stern she could make his mouth get. Since that was really the only indication he ever gave, that stupid mask in the way of everything else. Her eyes traveled upwards and she wondered briefly what he would do if she tugged on one of his bat ears.
“They thought I was preggers. Isn’t that a riot? I went into labor on the sidewalk. You shoulda seen the guy’s face when he tried to help me deliver a pillow!” A tumble of guffaws burst from her lips, her enjoyment obvious. It was a nice bit of chaos, and really, nobody got hurt so he shouldn’t get too cranky about that. Then again, the Bat didn’t really have a sense of humor. Poor guy.
“How long you been here?” It occurred to Harley, as soon as the question left her mouth, that if her Puddin’ was here in this place, this was the one person who would probably know for sure. They would find each other, the Dork Knight and her fella. They were attracted to one another like lodestones. Like magnets. Like peanut butter and jelly. Like chattering teeth and band aids. Like Batman and Joker.
She set one elbow on his shoulder, made a fist and rested her chin on it in a studied casual pose. Or as casual as one could get when one was clinging to a person like a spider monkey. Though she didn’t intend it, there was an undercurrent of wistfulness in her tone as she asked, “So, run into anybody else we know ‘round here?