Yep, something is up. Her stepping back worries him that she’s going to bolt. “Oh, okay.” Completely not buying it. “So if that’s case, are we not going to kiss again?” He smirks.

“Well....” He lets the word trail off. Stepping forward, he leans in, letting his lips brush hers. Just a touch.

He reaches out, putting his hand on her forearm reassuringly. There’s definitely something up. “Let me help you.” He relaxes, untensing. Conveying via body language, he’s not a threat.

“Hey, let me try. They don’t call us heroes for nothing.” He’s teasing. Trying to get her back. “Is it the Joker? Something with Ivy? Your hyenas?”

He reaches up, grasping the tip of her chin between his thumb and the edge of his finger, tilting her head back down. Tears brimming. “Harls—“ He leans in, pressing his lips to hers. No teasing this time.

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He lets himself enjoy the kiss for a moment, losing himself in it. His hand dropping from her chin, snaking around her waist. Pulling her close. He feels the tears on her face. Breaking the kiss, he looks her in the eyes. “What’s going on, Harley?” He whispers, pleading with her.

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“Let me help you, Harls.” #WCW #WCE @cherrybombquinn

“It’s why I said I was trusting you. I’ll take the heat from him over this. You’re bleeding and you need medical attention.” He pulls a strip of fabric from his utility belt. “Tie this over your eyes.”

Taking her hand, squeezing it, reassuring her she’s going to be ok. “I’ll get you stitched up.” He leads her up the street, taking a series of extra turns, hoping she’s not paying too much attention. “How’d you get hurt, Harley?” He has a suspicion, but needs her to say it.

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