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Jason's new digs aren't anything to write home about. The Hotel's seen better days, after all. It's been through a war, and a major metaphysical meltdown that squashed a bunch of it. His room is pretty bare, a bed and a couch, a small table and enough space that he can heat up food. It's no way to live, but with his own world all messed up, it's

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[harley_is_love]

Harley enters, she had seen worse than this apartment, and makes her way to the couch. A safe place to head, for now.

"But it is home, that is something."

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"For now, yeah. I have to figure out what I'm gonna do in my world before I go back to it and try to pick up pieces." That's a tricky thing. His own world, things are pretty messed up now.

He reaches into something behind the bed, and pulls out a couple of cans of ginger ale. One's offered over, and he sits down on the couch next to her. "So. You going to try and stay out of Arkham, or are you headed back after this jaunt around the Nexus?"

[harley_is_love]

Harley did not know, and carefully opened her can of ginger ale while she thought over the question. "I am not in Arkham because I am forced to be there, I am there to try to get the help I need to sort of my life. It ain't the best place in the world to do that, but it is all I got."

"It is my only home."

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Jason takes off his gloves to get his own pop-top opened, and there's a grunt of frustration, and a moment's fumbling. Careful observance would see that he doesn't actually have fingernails at the moment, save for his thumbs.

"But it's someplace that wants to help. And that's good. I actually.. kinda thought about going to one of the Arkhams I knew after this stuff. There's a Crane out there that seems to actually give a crap."

[harley_is_love]

Harley almost reached over to help him with the ginerale when she saw the damage to his hands, but then stopped herself. He could do it himself. He was strong.

"That is what I am here to do. I will be here to talk to."

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He looks at his hands, almost clinically. Yeah, they were messed up, but they'd heal. He offers her a little smile, and then sets his can down. His fingers go to the corner of his mask, and he peels it off. She knows who he is, so it's safe.

Relatively safe, at least.

"Thanks. What else do you want to talk about, Harley?"

[harley_is_love]

Harley had no mask, but she did understand the significance of what Jason just did. "You were going to tell me about some of your other dreams, remember?"

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"Yeah. I'd prefer to talk about the good ones, though. If that's cool."

He grins, just a little, tossing his hair back off his brow. ".. Been a long enough day where I don't need to remember bad dreams at night."

[harley_is_love]

"Okay then, only good dreams." Harley smiles. "And unless it will freak you out, I ain't going anywhere tonight. I can promise you at least one good night."

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"Uh... Alright, then." There's just a brief pause, and well, Jason acquiesces. Harley's a big girl, and the bed's perfectly big enough for her to crash out on.

"I won't freak, promise. Probably. And.. good dreams. Yeah.."

Faint tinge of red appears on Jason's cheeks, and he gives Harley a little grin. "... You were in one. Well, /a/ you. I guess you probably aren't too surprised, though."

[harley_is_love]

"No, I am not too surprise." Harley smiles, and adjusts slightly on the couch so she is more comfortable and relaxed. "And I think I might know what I might have been doing in that one dream. Or am I wrong?"

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"Well, I didn't figure you wore the skintight costume for just the ease of maneuvering. Partially, maybe.."

Jason seems a lot more relaxed - a locking door and a ginger ale and... er, a villainess in his room is good for relaxing to? Maybe.

"It actually was a pretty long thing. There was a chase, a ... well, not a real fight. You kick damn hard in real life. Some death defying escapes, and... yeah."

[harley_is_love]

"Hey I am not the only one that looks good in tights." Harley sets down her gingerale, then reaches down to grab his legs. Massaging his muscles in her hands.

"And what exactly?"

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Jason jumps just a little! That was, er - surprising! He doesn't have anywhere to back up from though, so he just lets it happen.

It /does/ feel good...

"You really wanna know? Well.. Like I said... I /know/ you're a good kisser. Even if it was only in my dreams."

[harley_is_love]

"I kiss better in real life." Harley smiles, continuing to rub his leg muscles. "Any other muscles that I should be paying attention to?"

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Jason fidgets his leg a little bit, and then moves closer. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this - and he'd be lying even more if he said that he wasn't sure that she was right.

"N.. No. This is fine for now, Harley." he says, his voice lower. He reaches his left hand up, and presses it to her own thigh, giving it a slow squeeze in return.

"Show me?"