There would be laughter at the mere thought, that the Bitchy Doctor Lady could lock her back up.
She’s not frightened of her! She’s dealt with Mister J, she can handle the Luthor.
Now—where’s that bat of hers...
@MadLittleLuthor “Picture the storms, the water flooding up the pit from the horrible weather.” Comes the calm voice of one Harleen Quinzel.
The watch still swaying in front of them both, never stopping, even as the eyes of the Luthor glaze over. “Your bear growing in size, space+
@MadLittleLuthor +lips as she notices that Lena’s is almost fully captivated by it.
“Good, Good Lena. Keep watchin’.” She encourages softly, head nodding. “Now I need ya ta picture that pit. Can ya do that? Just you, and tha bear. Tha feel of air on ya face...” She trails of as she waits +
@BrokenAmazonian Harley might be able to find a stone or something for Diana to draw a window? She’ll look into it for her.
The cage door screeches open, and Harley winces at the loud noice. “Doya have ta be so noisy Mister Door?”
@DxrkenedDream Harley is giggling to the side. Hands clapping as she watches Nia destroy her precious little rat.
“Throw the tail awayyyy!” She sing songs.
Cart being pushed down the hall, she’s making her way to @WinglessBatgirl’s room. Her trusty bat sitting atop the cart.
Door being shoved open with a grunt, she’s flipping her hair out of her face and grinning at the poor woman. “Hiya, babs.”
@insaniums Now that Kara was right side up, Harley dropped out of the hand stand and sat on the floor. Legs crossed Indian style, and ball and Bat on the floor. That game would have to wait.
“What game wouldya like ta play, wormy?”
@MadLittleLuthor +she’s reverting back to her old self—in a way. Her own voices are quieting and she’s more clear.
“Lena, look at the watch. It’s time for your treatment.” She gently coaxes, hand reaching out to squeeze the woman’s knee. For the moment, she was mostly Harleen Quinzel.
@MadLittleLuthor “Look at it!” She yells in her shrill voice. Eyes narrowing as she glares at the Luthor sat across from her. This would only work if Lena looked, and Harley couldn’t fail.
Her own eyes are watching the pocket watch dangle back and forth and she’s calming. And somehow+