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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[totalwildcard]

"Oo, and I didn't even have to make noises about makin' it worth your while!" Harley teased, slowly making a move to actually untangle herself from him fully and get off his lap.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let go of her so she could do that. He may have also been making mental notes about buying some cushions for the chairs by the time he stood up as well.

"I'm full of surprises."

[totalwildcard]

Harley may have swayed just a little bit as soon as she was upright, and not in the purposeful way she'd done earlier.

Also, she was clearly about to say something, but instead landed on, "Okay, pretend I had a very hilarious and very dirty joke to respond to that with, 'cause I can't put one together right now."

[hasaknightjob]

"You got it," Marc said. Though now he was secretly suspecting the first thing Harley was going to end up doing was taking a nap.

Don't ask why he didn't mind being around when she did.

[totalwildcard]

Good thing, too, because he was going to find himself to be 100% correct! Which also meant he was already one step ahead of Harley herself.

But right now Harley gave him a firm nod, dropped the pancake box with the other container, and traipsed over to the machines to deal with all of her laundry.