ridetheharley | Harley Quinn's (un: clownprincess) Inbox for Reparacija

[ Harley smiles when Jesse lifts the popcorn briefly so he can slide up close and wrap an arm around her. It feels pretty nice, actually, even if she wasn't quite cold yet. There's a warmth and a simultaneous shiver that run through her, and Harley leans into Jesse's side. She's thankful that they're not in traditional movie seats, where an arm would be annoyingly one way of them being up close and personal.

Harley tilts her head a bit when Jesse looks at her, and she tries to stifle the resulting smile as he dips down to kiss her. There's no way she'd even think about turning her cheek to offer that instead. She'd kissed Jesse plenty of times already, and she's not one to say no to another. ]

[ As excited as Jesse is to be on a real date with Harley, something with flowers and chocolate and going out together and not just fucking, he's glad they're not sticking to some of the more traditional first-date conventions. Like not kissing until the very end. He thinks that might've felt fake with Harley, anyway. Waiting to kiss when they've done so much more together already.

But he keeps it pretty chaste, a sweet, soft press of his lips to hers instead of a full-on makeout session. There'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, Jesse pulls back after a moment, smiling down at Harley and then looking up as the lights start to dim and the screen flickers to life. ]

Oh shit, here we go.

[ He hadn't really known what to expect - the announcement hadn't said what movies were playing, just that it was a marathon. Jesse had been vaguely hoping for action, or maybe horror. He could see settling down for a slasher marathon, Harley screeching and burying her face in his chest as blood splattered onscreen and Jesse put a comforting arm around her...though knowing Harley, she'd probably be more likely to giggle and shout advice at the hapless victims than cower in fright.

But he'll have to wait to see. Because it's not action-packed adventure or horror that starts playing. It doesn't take too long to see which way the wind is blowing, and Jesse laughs in mingled delight and disbelief as the characters onscreen quickly lose both their clothes and their inhibitions. ]

Holy fuck, it's porn.

[ Harley kisses Jesse back and it's soft and sweet and makes her heart skip a beat. It's the little things, really, that make her swoon. It takes a second, actually, for her to take her eyes off of him even as he settles back into his seat, but she turns her attention to the movie screen as the lights dim. ]

Oh...my God!

[ Harley exclaims, her face lighting up, a laugh ready to break free from her any second. And it does, oh it does. Especially when the title flashes across the screen. ]

The FLINTBONES?

[ She cackles and then makes the mistake of taking a sip of soda just as some Ron Jeremy looking dude enters the frame in the full-on Fred Flintstone get up. The set and costumes are actually pretty well-done, but it's so corny she nearly does a spit-take. Okay, maybe a little sprayed out. Shh, Jesse. Just pretend you didn't see that. She manages to swallow most of it down. ]

If he says yabba dabba do me, I'm throwing popcorn.

[ She says, but she has a huge smile on her face. Jesse seems like the perfect type to sit back and heckle cheesy porn flicks with and, actually, it's probably a good thing that they'd met the way they had, and all the things that followed. It makes settling in to a porn marathon something fun they can laugh about together instead of a potentially awkward situation, especially given its their first date date. ]

[ This is why he lo - why he likes her so much. Harley doesn't flip out or get embarrassed or uncomfortable. She doesn't turn bright red or dash out of the theatre to hide in a closet or angrily demand to talk to a manager. She just laughs, face lighting up in delight, and Jesse laughs too, grinning stupidly. Oh yeah. This might not be what he'd been expecting from the evening, but with Harley by his side, he knows it's gonna be fun.

He groans loudly at her joke, but he's still laughing, too, shaking his head ruefully. ]

Don't say that, now he definitely will.

How many boner jokes do you think we're in for? One per minute?

[ Harley hadn't been expecting it, either, but isn't that what makes life fun and exciting? Unexpected things? She'd never expected to meet someone like Jesse in fucking alien jail of all places, let alone expecting ending up here at all. And yet, everything feels like it's falling into place right where it's supposed to.

At least that's how it feels to Harley. Like things are going kind of the right direction for her, for once. Most people would look at her crazy if she expressed that sentiment aloud. Things are going right for her? With her locked up, pulled from her universe onto some alien planet? But yeah, she's actually...pretty happy. ]

I feel like there's a drinking game somewhere in there. A shot for every time they say boner.

[ Harley laughs, briefly muffling the sound against Jesse's shoulder as she ducks down to bury her face against his hoodie momentarily. Man...she doesn't know the last time she felt this at ease...at home, really, on a date.

It's a little scary, but it's also exciting, and she's choosing to look at this in a positive light. She claps a hand over her mouth at how awful Wilma's wig is. The thing practically sways from side to side with every movement the actress makes. It's perfectly hilarious. ]

I bet they had so many takes of that thing just...flying off mid-scene. The director's just like 'more bobby pins'!

[ She grins over at Jesse and then reaches for another handful of popcorn, following it closely with some chocolate. ]

Oh, definitely. Y'know, if you want alcohol poisoning.

[ It does sound like a pretty fun drinking game, actually. Not that they have any booze on them at the moment, but hey, they have plenty of time and movies ahead of them to get ahold of some and make up reasons to take shots. And if the cheesy porno onscreen is anything to go by, they'll have plenty of terrible movie fodder to make fun of.

For now, Jesse just grins like an idiot. It's stupid, and as cheesy as the movie in its own way, but his heart flutters a little when Harley giggles and presses her face into his shoulder. Just like he'd imagined she might if they were watching a horror movie instead and she was hiding her face from the monster. It's like his dreams are really coming true.

He slouches down a little more comfortably into his seat, arm still draped over Harley's shoulders, holding her close. It doesn't matter what the movie is at all. This is exactly where he wants to be, and exactly who he wants to be with. ]

Oh shit...Betty's is even worse.

[ Yeah, he knows the names of all the Flintstones. Sue him. But he has to laugh as the other actress walks onscreen, her wig clamped down and unmoving, looking like it's more hairspray than hair. ]

That's not a wig, that's a helmet.

You're right, maybe we should choose a less prevalent word.

[ Harley laughs. She's sure they could come up with a hundred games to play surrounding this movie marathon, but mainly she's content right where she is, and doing exactly this. Which is, leaning into the warmth of Jesse's side as his arm is slung around her shoulders, shielding her from the slight chill in the air. A porn movie marathon is far from your conventional first date, but nothing about meeting Jesse has been conventional, and really, neither has any of Harley's life leading up to this. So maybe it all makes sense in it's own perfectly imperfect way. ]

Oh no, Betty.

[ Harley snorts as she looks over the actress's immovable hair. ]

Poor thing. They say the wig's still glued on her head to this day. Who knows, maybe she has a stunt-scene comin' up. Wilma and Betty fight over Fred and then Barney gets home just in time to join the fray.

Maybe she and Fred are fighting over Wilma.

[ Though no one on screen seems interested in fighting, exactly. Jesse shakes his head, reaching for a handful of popcorn. This really is nice, despite the terrible, cheesy porn. Or maybe because of it. One thing's for sure, he wouldn't change a thing.

The movie continues, the attempt at the Flintstones premise getting more and more absurd as the flimsy plot devolves into porn. The next movie, predictably, is the Jetdongs, if anything even more ridiculous than the last. Luckily, no one else in the theatre seems any more invested in the movies than Harley and Jesse are, and no one gets annoyed with them for laughing and providing their own commentary track throughout.

As the Jetdongs wraps up, Jesse glances over at Harley. He's relaxed, smiling, having a great time. He hadn't known quite what to expect from any of this when he'd asked her out, but it turns out a cheesy porn movie marathon with Harley Quinn is maybe the perfect date. Who knew? ]

How you doing? Need a break?

I'm great. If you wanna stretch your legs, maybe we can save our seats with the snacks and find someplace to light up? I'm pretty sure there's a maintenance ladder up to the roof on most of these buildings if you're up for a little climb. Or we could just stay here and see if they kick us out. I don't really care...I'm happy just hanging out with you.

[ Harley laughs, shrugging up her shoulders. She wouldn't mind a brief change of scenery. Not that the movies aren't entertaining. She's been having a great time, but really what that comes down to is spending time with Jesse. She's pretty sure it wouldn't have mattered what they were doing together. She's never been around him and felt bored or like she wanted to leave. ]

Oh yeah, for sure.

[ Jesse's face lights up. He'd been having so much fun just hanging out and making fun of the movies with Harley, he'd practically forgotten about the weed. But sneaking up to the roof with her to light up? Hell yeah, that sounds even better than what they've been doing. He grins, already pushing the remaining boxes of candy unceremoniously to the side as she keeps talking, only to pause in surprise, glancing over at her.

He's happy just being with her, too, no matter where they are or what they're doing. But what gets him is how she just says it, without any shyness or hesitation. Like it's just a fact and she doesn't care who knows it. He smiles, and reaches out to take her hand. ]

I'm happy just hanging out with you, too.

[ There's a brief pause, while he smiles sappily at her, holding her hand. ]

C'mon, let's go get high.

[ Harley takes a sip of her soda before nestling it in the crook of the arm of the loveseat so it (hopefully) won't spill while they're gone. She smiles at Jesse's response and then turns to pay attention to where she's going as she files out of their row. Luckily, there weren't really any people separating them from the exit since they'd chosen seats towards the back. Harley's holding Jesse's hand when she nods at his words. ]

It's outside and just around back.

[ She looks around, keeping watch while they walk around the perimeter of the building. Luckily, a good portion of the inmates seem to be taking part in the movie marathon, so there isn't much in the way of other staffing hanging around, like guards. She spots the maintenance ladders, which are arranged much like a fire escape and tugs Jesse along. ]

There! We can get to the roof that way.

[ Jesse follows, glancing around, but there's nothing much to see. No guards, no one keeping an eye out. When Harley tugs him towards the maintenance ladders, he turns to look, and grins. ]

Oh hell yeah, that's perfect!

[ Easy enough to climb, and they go all the way up to the roof. He hurries over, standing at the bottom and craning his head up - it's about five feet off the ground, and he looks up for a moment before glancing at Harley and then arranging himself in a crouch, lacing his fingers together to give her a place to step on. ]

C'mon, I'll boost you up.

Ain't it? It's like they want us to go up there.

[ Harley lets out a gleeful giggle when Jesse crouches down and laces his fingers together. She can't help but inwardly sigh for a second. Holy fuck; he's perfect. She doesn't even need to lay out a plan or convince him--he's right there with her on the same page. She gets serious after her little moment and cracks her neck, shaking her muscles loose before she takes a couple steps, the third landing on Jesse's waiting platform, bending her leg and using her quad and hamstring to launch herself up, grabbing a hold of the ladder. She pulls herself up a rung and then locks her shoes in between two rungs, lowering herself so she's hanging upside down because when has Harley ever taken the simplest route. ]

Grab my hands and I'll pull up til you can grab the ladder!

[ Harley wiggles her fingers down, figuring it'll be easier than Jesse just trying to jump for it. Of course, there's a ladder release up above if she would just think a head for a second. Harley and spontaneity are like peanut butter and jelly. If he thinks that'll be the best route, he can tell her. ]

[ He'd been planning on just jumping up - he's got more than a few inches on her, enough that he could've grabbed the lowest rung and pulled himself up no problem. Probably. But when Harley locks herself securely in and then bends over backwards to reach down to him, all Jesse can do is stare admiringly up at her for a moment before grinning. ]

You got it.

[ He's seen for himself how flexible and strong she is - he has no doubts that she'll be able to help haul him up. Even so, Jesse doesn't want to risk putting too much pressure on her and end up pulling her right back down. He braces himself, grabbing her hands and then scrambling to transfer himself to the ladder as quickly as possible instead of hanging on too long. ]

Got it - okay, okay!

[ Harley just laughs at how Jesse scrambles. She's done this in her sleep, and lifted people far heavier than Jesse, but she's not about to talk about that and risk his dignity being damaged. Instead, she easily uses her abs to pull herself upright and continues climbing. She almost regrets not wearing a skirt just so she could tease Jesse with the view from below, but then again that might not be such a good idea when he has to focus on climbing up a ladder.

It's only a minute or so before she ascends the rest of the rungs and reaches the looped 'railing' that leads the ladder up over the lip of the roof. It's a pretty traditional roof with the hum of the ventilation system, a few ports for exhaust fans and drains for when it rains. She finds a square-shaped duct looping through the roof and crosses the roof to sit on that so they don't have to deal with the rough, gravelly surface of the actual roof. ]

Not a bad view from up here.

[ Harley's pants are tight enough that it's not a bad show, even without a skirt. Jesse grins as he glances up, briefly admiring that tight ass, but he quickly looks away again to focus on what he's doing. He may be an idiot sometimes (or a lot of the time), but he's not quite prepared to get himself killed because he was too busy staring at Harley's butt to climb a ladder.

But the climb isn't too long, and he follows her easily up to the roof, glancing around curiously. It's nothing special, but there's no one else around, which is definitely the most important thing. He ambles after her, hands in his pockets as he checks the place out, and settles in next to her on the duct, gazing out towards the horizon. ]

Yeah, it's pretty good.

[ Not exactly a skyscraper, but it's not like any of the other buildings are particularly tall, either, and they can see a long way. He sits there for a moment, just taking it in, before glancing at Harley. ]

This was a good idea.

Good spot, right? I been on top of the shipping containers to get a better lay of the land, but not up here yet. Thought it might be a cool view, though, since there's not much to block it. The buildings are mostly one or two stories.

[ Harley presses a hand to her brow to shield her eyes so she can see even further, even though the sun isn't really impeding their view. She's always looking for an escape; an out. Not that she wants to get away, but if she can help those who do? She'd do it. She's not as bad as people make her out to be. Sure, she's been involved in horrible crimes, but a majority of those were Joker's ideas. Her sort of mischief doesn't hurt too many people: shoplifting, burglary, and the like. Yeah, there's always a victim but she wouldn't choose to take a life if it didn't come down to her or them. ]

I think I got my lighter.

[ Harley pats her pockets and then remembers her little clutch purse. She's not used to carrying bags. She's used to having everything stowed on her person. But this is a date, not a stakeout. Harley rustles through her small purse and then hands her lighter over to Jesse. ]

You can do the honors. Since you brought me flowers and chocolate and all that like a complete sweetheart.

[ She means it, too. Once those flowers die, best believe she'll be pressing them between books or hanging them to dry for posterity. She's nostalgic like that. ]

[ Jesse nods, gazing out alongside her. He hasn't given much thought to escape. What would he escape to? Back home, where he had nothing and no one? Nowhere to live, a family who'd given up on him, no one to come through for him at his lowest point? He'd rather stay here, with Harley.

But the view is nice. He sits there for a minute, just enjoying it, and when she digs the lighter out of her purse and hands it over, he flashes her a grin, reaching into his pocket where he'd carefully tucked away his own present. ]

Yeah, next I just need to get you, like, a car or somehing and we'd maybe be even.

[ Because the joint she'd given him? After months of going unwillingly straight? Still the best present ever. He lights it carefully, taking a long drag and just sitting with it a minute, groaning in ecstasy before passing it to Harley. ]

Fuck, that's good.

[ It's probably more instinct than actual desire that's had Harley eyeing possible escape routes. She has absolutely no plan for what she would actually do if she managed to get out. She doesn't even know what's beyond the walls of this prison. Is this even a heavily populated planet? Do the aliens even actually live on this planet or are they simply using robots and broadcasting to control the prison population from a nearby space-station?

Who knows. It's not like she would be able to navigate her way home once she got out of here. But, there's still that little piece of her that nags at her to get out whenever she's locked up. It's like leaving a kid in a room with a big, red button and telling them not to push it. The immediate pressing desire is to do what you're told not to.

Harley hands over the lighter and watches Jesse as he readies the joint. ]

A car? Pfft. Remind me to bring you weed more often.

[ She jokes, but settles down when Jesse lights the joint, the pleasantly skunky smell filling the air around him as he exhales. ]

Good, right? I'm hopin' to find some seeds somewhere. Maybe I can request something from commissary; I don't know. A little smoke might make this place a whole lot better.

[ Harley reaches out for the joint, taking a long drag when Jesse passes it to her, then using her lips and cheeks to puff out short breaths, making some smoke rings and watching them stretch and distort before disappearing. She can feel the tingling behind her eyes almost immediately, forgetting how strong the weed in Gotham was. Not to mention it's been a while since she last smoked. She taps the ash from the end and then passes it back, sliding an arm around Jesse's back to lean into him a little bit. ]

I don't think I've ever had this good a time on a date before.

Oh man, that'd be sweet.

[ He hadn't even thought of asking for anything like that from the commissary. Given how eager their captors seem to be about drugging them up with aphrodisiacs every time they turn around, though, he thinks it's worth a shot. They just might go for it.

He grins lazily at her smoke rings, eyes already starting to go a little glassy. This is good. This is really fucking good. When Harley slides an arm around his back, he leans closer, draping his own arm over her shoulders. ]

Yeah?

[ It's good to hear that. It's not like he'd had any idea what the fuck he was doing, or if a prison movie marathon in a converted rec room was a good idea for a date. But so far, everything's working out perfectly. He takes another long drag from the joint, smiling down at Harley as he hands it back. ]

I don't think I have either.

No? Pfft, you sure? I bet you had to fight 'em off back home with eyes like that.

[ Harley laughs and leans into Jesse's side a little, yeah she's joking but there's some honesty in there too. He's not exactly difficult to look at, and she has a hard time believing that nobody else bothered to notice that. She takes the joint back, puffing on it before she talks, voice thick as she tries to talk and hold the smoke in at the same time. ]

What were your favorite things to do at home? Like, for fun?

[ Not that they'd be able to do many of those things here, but she's curious. She wants to know more about what makes Jesse tick--what he likes. ]

Yo, I ain't saying I've never been on a date before.

[ He doesn't need her thinking that. What if she starts thinking the girls at home don't like him, and that there's something wrong with him and she should tap out too? Besides, it's not like it's true. He's had plenty of dates, though lately it's been more like hookups than anything so romantic.

He squeezes Harley's shoulders, looking down into her eyes and giving her a smile. ]

I'm saying none of the rest of 'em were as good as this one.

[ None of them were as good as her. He blinks as he considers his question, shrugging his shoulders. ]

Uh, you know. Just hanging out mostly, with my friends...playing in my band...

[ Before his band had dissolved into nothing, that is. He gives her a half-playful, half-sheepish smile. ]

Getting high.

I'm just messing with you.

[ Harley laughs and knocks her shoulder gainst Jesse's. Of course he's been on a date before. But she kind of likes picking at him playfully sometimes--just enough to get a scoffed response out of him. She just can't help herself. He's extra cute when he's a little huffy. When those blue eyes grow all wide and serious and that smile that's not quite a smile spreads on his face. ]

But yeah, none of mine were as good as this either.

[ She decides to give Jesse a break from busting his chops, smiling back up at him as he squeezes her shoulders. ]

Getting high's a good time.

[ On that note, she passes the joint that she realizes she's been holding onto for too long. Forgetfulness comes with the territory of smoking--sorry, Jesse. ]

If you coulda been or done anything you wanted, what would it be? Like, no restraints as far as schooling or training goes. If you could just instantly be anything.

[ Jesse rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but he's still grinning. She can mess with him all she wants, as long as she doesn't start really thinking...well, anything that might make her wonder if he's not good enough for her. Any more than what he's already admitted to, that is.

But Harley hadn't been scared off yet, and he smiles when she says none of her past dates were as good either. Better even than her Mr. J, and he must've had something going for him, before he turned into a total jackass, right?

He takes the joint back with a nod. Harley gets it. No judgement. But he pauses at her next question. What would he do? If he could do anything? ]

Uh, not work?

[ He scoffs a little. Pretty obvious, right? He glaces at her, hoping she'll be just as nonjudgmental about this. He's never really wanted to be anything. Not for a job. Jobs are work, sucky and boring. Something to be avoided. ]

I'd be, y'know. Independently wealthy. Win the lottery or something.

[ Wouldn't anyone? He hesitates, before adding a little quieter: ]

What about you?

[ Dates with Joker were...different. They mostly consisted of various heists, and the few real dates she'd been taken on were mostly for show. To keep up appearances in Gotham. Show his face, that sort of thing. They were never really for her. But once upon a time, she'd enjoyed being around him enough that it didn't really matter what they were doing. She pushes the thoughts aside because now's not the time to be thinking about him. There isn't really ever a time she wants to be doing much of that. ]

It didn't have to be what you wanna do for work. Say you had all the money you wanted. What then? Just like, in life. I'd love to travel. I want to go rock climbing. I want to see sharks. Like, those boat tours they show on Shark Week where they chum the waters and use a fake seal to see how high they can get 'em to leap out of the water? Seeing that in person would be so fucking cool. I dunno, bucket list stuff.

[ Harley shrugs. There are a lot of things on her list, in spite of all the off-beat things she's already experienced, like saving the world from an ancient witch and having a hyena for a pet. There's so much more to do out there. ]

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