Midnight Manor Laundry Room; Sunday Morning

[totalwildcard]

Boy, had that gone poorly! Harley hadn't slept much, and some of the reasons why could maybe be inferred by how, come morning, her makeup looked like perhaps she'd been caught in a heavy bout of rain. Rain that also made your eyes look kinda red and puffy? It was Fandom, okay, genuinely much stranger things happened all the time! Leave her alone!

Also, thanks to the aforementioned lack of sleep, Harley wasn't actually feeling all that much better, come morning. She actually kind of felt like she needed to bite something.

Or maybe go egg the Wayne Foundation building in town.

Set something on fire?

... Or kick a dryer, apparently. Sorry about the occasional clanging noises (and the accompanying swearing), Midnightites! Midnighters? Midnightees...? People of Midnight. Sometimes you just had to laundry aggressively.

It was so much better than actually dealing with your feelings.

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[hasaknightjob]

Harley putting it like that along with the way details around him felt off in how they got there meant Marc had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Shit." He checked his watch. "Sunday, right? It's been Sunday the whole time?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley's gaze skittered around the room for a bit as she searched for the answer, because she was not the best person to field that particular question. Now or in general.

But she was reasonably sure, so: "I think so, yeah? Why?"

[hasaknightjob]

That agreed with his watch so at least that was settled. Even so...

"Fucking - " Marc gestured to his head. "Must've blacked out."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's face was just doing all kinds of things right now as she tried to follow along.

"What?"

Emphasis on trying.

"Well if it was that, it wasn't more than a few seconds."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc nodded like that tracked. "Usually what it is these days. Fucking Swiss cheese brain. Sorry."

[totalwildcard]

Harley reached up for his cheek. Not quite with intent to cradle, more to tilt his head a little so she could study his face.

Still frowning, her lips pressed into a thoughtful line.

"Hmm."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let her, but he didn't look concerned. "It happens. It's broken up there. What can you do?"

[totalwildcard]

"Wonder about what's doin' it," Harley replied, tilting his face from one side to the other, "for a start."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let her. Not that he felt she was going to find out anything except how good his shave was that morning, but it wasn't like he minded her touching him.

"No rhyme or reason we can tell," Marc said. "Sometimes Watts finds us just standing in a room. No idea how we got there."

[totalwildcard]

His cheek was feeling pretty nice, which might have contributed to why Harley's hand lingered even after the back-and-forth turning finished.

Also her eyebrows bounced up. "Hunh," she said.

And... nothing else.

[hasaknightjob]

"Honestly surprising it hasn't happened around you already," Marc admitted.

[totalwildcard]

"Hmh!" Harley hummed but in a slightly more upbeat sort of tone. "Guess I'm just lucky that way!"

She patted his cheek gently, thek pulled her hand back again.

"Right, well, you're here now, so. Breakfast?"

There were absolutely theories perkolating in the back of her mind. Whatever instinct she had to not just blurt them out all willy-nilly was working overtime.

[hasaknightjob]

"Breakfast," Marc agreed. He started opening the containers to see what was in them. As he did, bits of context floated back to him.

"You didn't eat. Get any sleep?"

[totalwildcard]

Pancakes, scrambled eggs, home fries... The works.

Harley shrugged. "A wink? Maybe? I dunno. It was a long night."

Perfect statement to cap off with a big glug of coffee.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took some eggs, then sat down in one of the folding chairs by the table. He stretched out his legs in front of him as he started to eat. "Sure you're not gonna want my coffee too?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley considered that with a little tilt of her head.

"Keep that offer on the table," she decided, and stepped up closer to the table to grab the pancakes.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc smirked and made a gesture at the cup... which was on the table.

Steven would've been proud.

[totalwildcard]

"Hilarious," Harley told him, after a beat, with a tone that was a fun mix of impressed and unimpressed.

Impressive in itself, really!

She took another long sip from her own cup.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm known for my sense of humor," Marc said. He looked thoughtful at that, but then resumed eating. "Sit. If you want."

There were the folding chairs or the table itself. Or even the machines if that was her speed

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise of non-commitment. She set her coffee down on the table so that she could fully dig into the pancakes.

She swayed in place a little as she did, but in like a restless way, not in an 'about to collapse' kind of way.

And yes, of course there was a half-obscene little noise at the first big mouthful of pancake.

[hasaknightjob]

"Just like being taller?" Marc asked. Not because he cared about that, more he was noticing that swaying and wondering if he should be concerned about it.

[totalwildcard]

"Sometimes!" Harley replied brightly.

Or at least as brightly as she could when talking without having swallowed all that was in her mouth.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shook his head as he reached to get some of the home fries. "Any idea what you want to do with your not ex?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley stopped her swaying, and oh, he'd definitely seen this look on her face before: like something suddenly had an absolutely awful stench or something.

"Why, Marc?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Why what?" Marc asked. No awful stench on his side, just confusion. "Isn't that what we were talking about?"

It's what he remembered, anyway.