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Lovesick fools often do foolish things [Tagging Majima and Harley]

For all the things Amelia was bad at in her life, one thing she could count on was a sense of something not being right. And the current situation with Harley? It had definitely reached that point.

Everything that had followed their Valentine's evening in together didn't make sense. Amelia had sent several text messages to Harley to see how she was doing and to ask if she might see her over the days that followed. Most of the time, she received nothing but silence in response. After a while, though, she got text messages of random words or letters, and the occasional video of a darkness with sniffing and whining sounds that reminded her very much of a dog.

Amelia's been on such a high lately from all of the wonderful things she's been feeling with Harley that this sudden drop off after promises of wanting her around set off the rogue's anxiety. Did she do something wrong? Was it awkward for her to leave at the end of their night in, instead of crashing at Harley's place? She'd had an appointment the following morning that she needed to keep, so going back to the inn had made sense. Was it wrong of her to want that kind of space? Did Harley want something more for her?

Was she doing everything wrong?

The last straw in trying to decide what to do next came in the form of a video message that sounded like the dog answering Harley's phone was chewing on it. It was time to see if the only other person who was as involved with Harley as her knew what was happening. Unfortunately for the rogue, Majima knew as little as she did. Rather than try to work it out with him, she asked him to meet her at Harley's place, to see if they couldn't get the other woman to open the door and let them in.

When Majima finally arrives at the door to Harley's apartment, Amelia's wearing a hole in the floor with her pacing. She turns to him the second he steps through the portal, her hands clenching into loose fists at her sides so she doesn't pick at the embroidery on her fine clothes.

"She won't answer the door. I've called and knocked dozens of times. What do we do?"

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"Pardon my French, but ya been through some wild-ass shit, Harley-chan. Can't come close to knowin' how it feels. Doesn't help I got the emotional smarts of a fuckin' rock. But I can listen all ya like."

Majima pauses and his mouth twists in a smirk. "Hell. Even if ya don't wanna talk, I'm all for helpin' take yer mind off that crap. Night out? Bustin' heads? Say the word an' we can paint the town red."

Harley takes Amelia's hand for a moment, then pulls her closer, so she can wrap her other arm around the other woman's waist. She just wants to be surrounded by the two of them right now.

And she really doesn't know which emotion is the best to describe how they make her feel. Supporting her. Wanting to listen to her. Wanting to help her. Taking the time to understand her.

"You two are the best."

And she smiles when Goro offers to take her out for a night of busting heads. "I have been doing a little of that... to keep the club safe for the others. And it did help. A little."

"It bothers me... that Joker has those videos." Harley frowns. "It bothers me that he is still trying to hurt me."

"I just want to feel free."

"So let's make you free."

Amelia always has the worst ideas at the worst moments. This would be one of them. Because of course the idea of going after Joker - someone she knows is the worst kind of trouble - sounds like the only course of action available to them in this moment. He's the source of Harley's pain, therefore they should take care of him to help her. How difficult the task may be doesn't matter; To ease Harley's suffering, Amelia would do anything.

The rogue frowns and leans closer to the other woman so she can press her forehead gently against Harley's temple. "Tell me where he is and let me do this. Please. I don't want to see you hurting anymore because of someone who shouldn't be allowed to have this kind of power over you."

Majima shoots Amelia a look. "Yeah, I mean. There's that."

"And really. When it comes down to it, ya can't be the only person that prick's fucked over, right? Doin' him in would be a goddamn public service. Like puttin' down a rabid dog."

Ah, that nice, easy way to solve problems: good ol' violence. His voice lowers as he leans in, "How'd that feel? Knownin' he was worm food?"

They both might feel Harley tense at the suggestion. And not because she doesn't want to see Joker dead... no, instead she knows that several people have tried and failed. Several people have died trying.

And she finds herself in the same situation she had been with Pamela. Who always asked about killing Joker. Harley remembers how angry Pamela would get... when she would say no. She remembers Pamela thinking it was because Harley still had feelings for Joker.

So she is worried that is the reaction she might get from Amelia and Goro. That if she said no... they would think it was because she still cared about Joker.

But it is the exact opposite feeling that scares her right now. Harley knows from personal experience how Joker could turn an average person into his own personal plaything. And the very thought of him getting his hands on Amelia or Goro makes her scared to her core.

And it is not because she doubts their abilities... she just knows that Joker has dealt with a lot of people trying to kill him. A lot of people with their own special abilities. And he has survived every time.

When she finally speaks, her voice is distant. Cautious. "I don't want that."

"Him being dead ain't going to get rid of my memories."

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Amelia feels oddly admonished when Harley tells them no. Even as she can see all the signs that tell her the other woman is afraid, they don't fully register over her own selfish feelings of hurt. Why can't she want this for Harley? Why can't she do something she's actually good at to show she cares? What's so wrong with wanting to set the other woman free from all of the pain and unease that Joker still causes her to feel?

She doesn't understand what she's done wrong, and it makes her feel helpless. Useless. Weak.

A frown pulls across her lips as she slowly nods. "Fine. We'll leave him be. But if he crosses us in any way--" She stops herself with a sigh. Shovel talk won't help and she knows that from conversations with Adia. Time to pull herself together for Harley now and sulk later. "I won't ask again, but I hope we can find a way to lessen the pain of these memories. We don't want you to hurt because of him."

Majima makes a hmmm noise, somewhere between disgruntled and incredulous. He doesn't quite understand Harley's restraint. A foolhardy part of him -- swayed by a youthful, masculine bravado -- assumes that he could take the guy if he had half a chance. "Sure, it don't get rid of the baggage, but sometimes the closure helps. Knowin' the threat's gone."

He sighs sharply and looks down at Harley. "But it's yer call, sweetheart."

She hates feeling like she just disappointed them both. Harley doesn't understand why they think it would be so easy to kill him. Especially when there have been so many people that have tried... and failed. And it sweet that they want so much to protect her from him... but she just can't stop the imagery of Joker torturing either one of them out of her.

"I'm sorry." The apology is instinct. You have no faith in me. You are such a disappointment. The chiding voice in the back of her head is automatic.

"But if he hurt you..." Her voice catches. "And he would. He would hurt you. He would take great pleasure in hurting you. And it would be all my fault."

Her frown deepens as Harley speaks. "It's no one's fault if I'm hurt but my own," she says quickly. "If I put my life on the line, only I can answer for what comes of my actions."

It's not a comforting statement, but it's the truth. Harley shouldn't feel like it's her fault if something were to happen to Amelia in her pursuit of Joker. The rogue knows full well that she's the only one who can be held responsible for what she does, no matter how terribly that may end for her.

"But unless you're all right with this, I won't make a single move on him." She looks over at Majima and nods before looking back at Harley. "Neither of us will do something you're uncomfortable with."

Majima visibly bristles, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "Don't ya go takin' responsibility for whatever messed-up shit this fuckin' creep pulls. That's all on him, Harley." He gives her a squeeze for emphasis then returns Amelia's look.

"Like I said, I ain't gonna go lookin' for trouble, but the minute he starts shit, you better believe all bets are off."

Harley is honestly fighting the depression instincts that are threatening to overcome her. She still feels so scared that she had disappointed Majima and Amelia. That she should just 'flip that switch' in her head, smile a fake smile, and agree with their desires.

It would be so easy to allow her triggers to take control.

But Harley wants to be strong for these two wonderful people.

She reaches up to kiss Majima's lips softly. Then leans over to also kiss Amelia. They are so wonderful to be protective of her.

"We can find other trouble to get into... together." She manages a weak smile. But it is a real smile. Nothing faked here.

That kiss easily takes the fight out of Amelia - and distracts her from any remaining hurt feelings. She lets her eyes fall closed and exhales a soft breath, trying (and mostly failing) to compose herself before she speaks again.

"I'm good at trouble. Name your poison and I can find it for us."

Majima is still a put off, even with the placating kiss -- one only half-returned this time. It's not his place to say how other people should deal with their trauma, but he's concerned by the lack of fight in Harley. Where was all that spirit he saw in Gotham? Losing that doesn't sit well with him.

Either way, not much to be done right now. He grudgingly goes along with the new train of thought. "Yeah, yeah. You wanna get outta yer little hidey hole here? Ya ain't been out but for work, huh?"

It is a good thing that Majima has that silent concern. Harley is still a little in the 'victim' stage of healing from her trauma.

She needs their support to get back to Survivor. And then Thriver.

"It would be good for me to get out of the apartment for a little bit." Harley nods. She smiles a little at Majima. "Yes. I have been to work. I have not been very social to the rest of the staff."

"You've been hurting. No one can blame you for that." She nuzzles Harley's cheek gently then pulls back just enough to offer a wry smile. "Let's find something to do that will make it easier to be around people for you, then. We can rough some people up, break a few things, go hide in plain sight somewhere - like at a club or something like that. Anything at all, you simply have to name it."

It's a good game to play, hiding in plain sight, even if there's little point to it when played alone. With company, though, Amelia thinks it could be worth while. Hiding three people is more challenging than one, after all.

"There's plenty of opportunities for a group such as us, both in the Nexus or on either of your worlds. If something sounds fun to you, we can find a way to make it happen." Between three enterprising people like themselves? There's no way they won't find something fun and distracting to cheer Harley up.

"Eh, let's avoid my world for a bit. Besides, you were already there for work." And Majima's in enough hot water as it is without being caught goofing off with a couple of ladies.

There's always his other favorite way to blow off steam: "Maybe we can find a karaoke joint or somethin'. The Nexus is big enough there's not much risk of embarrassin' yerself in front'a people ya know."

"I would be good for karaoke." Harley smiles. Truth be told, she doesn't think that she would be at her best for roughing anyone up tonight.

"Will you help me pick out a sparkly dress, Goro?" She trails her fingers down his side.

"Karaoke?" Her magical ring doesn't give her a translation. It must be a borrowed word from another language? Her lips pull into a thin line as she shifts Harley into Majima's arms.

"Do I need to change before we do this? What are we even doing with this... karaoke that could be embarrassing?"

Majima looks momentarily taken-aback my Amelia's lack of familiarity, then remembers Nexus. Of course. Not everyone has the same cultural touchstones.

"Karaoke? Right." He scratches the back of his head. "So, uh, back in Japan, lotsa bars have these machines full'a songs and screens that show you the lyrics. Ya pick out a song, and do yer best to sing it. Pretty simple."

His response to Harley's invitation is to draw her out of the kitchen. He calls back to Amelia, "If ya got a good set of pipes on ya, or you've had enough to drink, ya won't be embarrassed at all!"

"You don't have to change for karaoke, Amelia. But I do have some dresses with full sleeves, if you want to look through my closet."

Harley has a wide assortment of outfits, dresses and even costumes in her closet. The outfits range from modest, to professional, to sexy, and to downright slutty. There will be a lot for Majima to choose from.

"And we can do each other's hair." Harley likes styling Amelia's hair. She opens the vanity with her colored extensions. A wide variety of options there, besides the pink and blue that are her traditional colors.

"I'll just stay in what I have on," she calls up to the loft. "It'll give us more time to work on our hair." Smooth way of ducking out of that, Amelia. Really. The awkwardness of that transition wasn't noticeable at all!

She'll content herself with brushing out her hair with her fingers and debating how to style Harley's hair while she waits in the living room. Two people are more than capable of choosing an outfit for one of them on their own.

Majima browses through her closet, flicking clothes hangers back and forth -- occasionally pausing and shooting Harley a raised eyebrow-look at some of her wardrobe choices. As he moves down the line, he pulls out several options and hooks them sideways on the rod. He seems surprisingly comfortable with this task.

"How about this one?" After some final deliberation, he's settled on a sassy, red bodycon number. Sparkly, of course. "Always a fan of red."

"Red is my favorite color." Harley takes the dress from him with a bright smile. "And I have a lipstick that matches."

Harley has no qualms about changing in front of Majima. She slides the dress on, and then turns so that he can zip up the dress for her. It might be an excuse to have his hands touch her again. She feels safe in his embrace.

After she is dressed, she finds some sparkly red extensions for her hair, and heads downstairs so that Amelia can help her with her hair.

Already, just being in the dress is bringing back some of that color in her face. She doesn't like as pale. And her smiles are becoming more frequent.

Amelia can't help the bright smile that pulls across her face at seeing Harley dressed up so nicely. The smile doesn't hurt either.

"You look wonderful," she says, taking a seat on the couch and offering the spot next to her to Harley. "Now, let me try something with your hair to make it extra special for our night out..."

She doesn't go for anything too fancy, simply a style that she has practice with from her world. Braids like these are easy when the person she's doing them for isn't a squirming preteen. When she's done, Amelia tucks in a few loose strands of hair and then smiles at Harley.

"There. Your look is complete. Take a look and let me know what you think? I have a few others I could try if you'd like."

Majima follows Harley downstairs, rolling down his shirtsleeves and re-buttoning the cuffs. He pulls his jacket back on and sinks into a chair. While he watches the braiding through a fuzzy eye, he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and spins it between his fingers. He doesn't bother lighting it -- not out of courtesy so much as a lack of obvious ash trays.

When Amelia declares that she's done, he leans forward in his seat to get a better look. He slaps his knee and declares, "Amelia. We fucked up. We made her look too beautiful. Now we're gonna look like a couple'a total slobs next to this goddess."

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