—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ.

»Babs To The Bone« ― ❝I'm not ashamed of my scars. I own them. I celebrate them.❞

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

#RulesToRecovery

Read: https://t.co/QZRl4LgjV2

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@Officer_Grayson “Well for starters, I am most certainly not drinking I’m not that stupid but apparently some are... I don’t care for the headache.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“Drinking on a Monday? Wow.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart "Screw society, it's corrupt anyway. There are some really unpleasant things you have done in the past Harley and theres no going back from some of those things but you could at least try to be a better person.

Make a change, like for starters.. Leave him..."

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“Tell me about it.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

Big sigh.

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart "You aren't broken, Harley. It's not too late to change your life around..."

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart "We all have pasts, events we aren't proud of... people we aren't proud of... We all have regrets but you just have to own it."

Harley wasn't exactly textbook material, you couldn't read her like you could others but this was getting somewhere, right?

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it but I don't regret any of my choices."

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@BirdInTheNight The redheads arms moved naturally as if it was protocol, snaking around broad shoulders. This allowed her to swaddle in the warmth of his chest, rosy lips returning the embrace in a soft and gentle kiss.

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“Coffee, please.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

She returned the gesture, arms snaking the blonde. A slight groan left Barbara’s lips as she was crushed by the Jester’s embrace, mumbling.

“Um, a little tight on the hug there Harley.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart “You should try and get some sleep.”

Barbara wasn’t about to pry it out of her, if Harley really wanted to talk about it she would. Surely?

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart “Why not, is something on your mind?”

The redhead generally seemed to care for Harley, somewhat. When she’s not busy pissing her off.

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“Have I always been this soft?”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

Letting out a soft sigh, arms opened wide inviting the blonde to step into them.

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart “It’s my lucky day then, huh?”

The redhead let out a sigh, she had accepted this was happening. Plus wasn’t it better to keep chatting and keep the Jester occupied and out of trouble? Probably.

“How are you doing?”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“Um... a hug, perhaps.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart “Oh the best.”

Sarcasm. The redhead really was in a bad mood.

Placing a hand against her hip, she questioned the Jester.

“What do you want, Harley?”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

“It’s more about the dependency on that person.”

[—ʙᴀʀʙᴀʀᴀ ɢᴏʀᴅᴏɴ. @OfIntellect]

@ElasticHeart “Harley... not now.

I don’t need the headache.”

She wasn’t in the mood for games, it’s been a long day.