The Mirrorverse: Columbine's Return
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loligiaryIt was hard to love Madcap Jack at times, as she had realized before her trip to Bludhaven. But after the night that Bat had died, it had been then that she realized that it had been his most important directive, to take him down without any thought of how it would affect the rest of the group.
How it would affect her.
She had stayed with Queen Alice for a a few weeks, gotten plenty of time to rest and think and decide what she was going to do about him.
Harley knew she couldn't leave him forever. Jack functioned largely because of her, had his Columbine to go to, to smile for him. He had simple trains of thought, she knew, and just sending her a text with a smiley face when he went on his suicide mission---one that worked mostly through luck---had upset her. She hadn't known things were going to be fine, that he would come out alive and safe and okay.
The trip to Bludhaven and a bit of girl time with Jemima Tetch had done her plenty of good. Harley felt better able to deal with things, better able to deal with Jack again.
Arlo and Zanni were happily barking as they stuck their heads out of the window, the two Dobermans barking with joy at the other cars passing by. Harley found herself smiling as the car entered Gotham. Another twenty minutes, and she would be home.
Belladonna would have kept house for her, and she was glad enough that the other Rogues had realized she'd needed a long break. No one had tried to call. Then again, Eddie had been out of town when she initially left, and Professor Crane had other matters, like making sure Billy had his head on straight.
Poor kid.
Wonderful voice, powerful talent, but it tended to get him into trouble. Maybe she could try to help now that she'd had a reprieve, see if there was a way for her to help him smile again after the mental anguish the Bat put him through.
But first things first. She pulled out her phone, called Belle, let her know she would be home soon.
And when she stepped into the door, the Dobermans on their leashes, pink suitcase clutched tightly in her other hand, Harley immediately looked to see if Jack was around.
How it would affect her.
She had stayed with Queen Alice for a a few weeks, gotten plenty of time to rest and think and decide what she was going to do about him.
Harley knew she couldn't leave him forever. Jack functioned largely because of her, had his Columbine to go to, to smile for him. He had simple trains of thought, she knew, and just sending her a text with a smiley face when he went on his suicide mission---one that worked mostly through luck---had upset her. She hadn't known things were going to be fine, that he would come out alive and safe and okay.
The trip to Bludhaven and a bit of girl time with Jemima Tetch had done her plenty of good. Harley felt better able to deal with things, better able to deal with Jack again.
Arlo and Zanni were happily barking as they stuck their heads out of the window, the two Dobermans barking with joy at the other cars passing by. Harley found herself smiling as the car entered Gotham. Another twenty minutes, and she would be home.
Belladonna would have kept house for her, and she was glad enough that the other Rogues had realized she'd needed a long break. No one had tried to call. Then again, Eddie had been out of town when she initially left, and Professor Crane had other matters, like making sure Billy had his head on straight.
Poor kid.
Wonderful voice, powerful talent, but it tended to get him into trouble. Maybe she could try to help now that she'd had a reprieve, see if there was a way for her to help him smile again after the mental anguish the Bat put him through.
But first things first. She pulled out her phone, called Belle, let her know she would be home soon.
And when she stepped into the door, the Dobermans on their leashes, pink suitcase clutched tightly in her other hand, Harley immediately looked to see if Jack was around.
