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[thedifferencebetween]

"No, I'm not saying we should, I'm just saying...I mean, we're pretty friggin perfect for each other and kind of nuts about each other. If we wanted something serious, it's a no-brainer. We even get each other's weird robot stuff! Which, circling back, decent metaphor but the thing with us is...we're not just machines. We're people. All the 'bells and whistles' are what make us people and not fancy toasters."

Personality is important. Feelings are important. All those messy little things that make a person a person. Sure, an argument could be made that lack of them is more efficient and easier, but life would be stupidly boring and pointless.

"Like...feelings. How do you, right now, feel about me?"

Okay, maybe this is a dangerous line to pursue, but Jack's trying to make a point.

[fantabulousandwich]

There's no hesitation. "I like you. I like being close to you. I like talking to you. It's very nice. But it made me..." A hint of a furrow appears in her brows. "Feel... bad... when you said I wasn't your Harley. That was... not nice."

Damian squirms in his carrier on her hip; Harley's free hand goes to his head without looking, stroking slow and soothing over his fur. "Slade wouldn't let me touch him, the last time I had my personality subroutine off. Rafe talks to me like I'm stupid. I don't know if I have any other friends. I don't know if I have any friends."

[thedifferencebetween]

"Aw, jeeze. Look, I like ya. And I know you're not stupid and I know you are Harley. But...again. All those bells and whistles? Those are a bunch of things that make Harley Quinn Harley Quinn. And I really like your personality. That...wild, chaotic energy..."

The same kind he has. It's...god, it's great and he can't get enough of it.

"And hey, I bet I'd dig ya like crazy if I was in robo-mode. Or...whatever the equivalent is. Mine's pretty much like yours. We're just in...really weird, uncharted territory here."

Jack lowers his voice some, footsteps echoing here and there as they make their way through the castle. The human staff he mentioned.

"It's gonna take some trial and error, some figuring shit out. We're a couple of highly advanced cyborg that are honestly more robot than human. It's gonna get all kinds of weird with us! But I'm down for weird if you are."

[fantabulousandwich]

"I like weird." Her voice lowers, in response to his; but it's the same matter-of-fact tone as everything else she says. Still, she eyes him sideways, and a hint of a smile tugs at her mouth.

"And it won't be for long. Maybe a week. It's probably better for me to find my own place; living with a man hasn't worked out for me recently." They're finally to the door to Harley's tower, one more flight from the top; she has to set the suitcases down to get at her keys. "I can always go stay at the station if I need to; but that's a secret, I can't talk about it yet."

[thedifferencebetween]

"It's not like we'd be living together living together. Ya got your own tower, I got mine!" Jack gestures to her door.

"It'd be more like we were both living in the same fancy ass apartment complex. Plus...servants! Access to all the servants!" Major perk, in his mind. Who doesn't want servants?

"Secret, huh? What's so secret about it?"

So she just said she couldn't talk about it, but it's him! Obviously she can tell him.

[fantabulousandwich]

"Yes. That was how I moved in with Slade. We didn't even live on the same floor. I was still kicked out." The words are plain, matter-of-fact.

When the door is unlocked, Harley picks up her suitcase again to lead the way. She's had time to decorate, since Jack told her the space was hers; tapestries on the walls and rugs on the floors, furniture soft and plush but with sturdy legs. Nothing second-hand here- it's a castle, it should like- but everything tough out to withstand an excited hyena with the zoomies.

"It's a surprise secret. A good surprise. For the whole peninsula. I can't tell you, because it would ruin the surprise. But when you're surprised, you should come visit the station. It has special things for Simulacrum."

[thedifferencebetween]

"Well, I still kinda know about it, but who'm I gonna tell?" And it's not really a priority in Jack's mind anyway.

"And okay, yeah, fair, but...I'm not Slade. I'm not emotionally constipated or the kinda guy that freaks out over a little weird trauma. Just saying."

He's not that kind of asshole. Jack knows, of course, that he is an asshole. He'll never deny it, he's not quite that self delusional. But he takes pride in being a very specific sort of asshole. He's the funny, charming, reasonable kind! The appealing, cool kind of asshole.

Not the kind that throws sulky tantrums and cuts everyone out of his life. If he did that, who would he bitch at and vent to?

"But...ya know. Up to you. I'll let ya get settled in and everything, you know where shit is. You need a servant for something, pull that big ass gold satin cord by the bed, it'll ring for one."