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Harley is sitting cross-legged on a random Nexus couch today. She has found a pamphlet from the Pokémart and is looking through some of the Pokémon that could be adopted and trained.

She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.

"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"

"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"

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"I used to own two Hyenas." Harley smiles at him. "They were worth the time to care for. I miss them sometimes."

She starts to share the caramel corn with Majima.

"Yer jokin', right? Ain't no way those things make good pets." He takes another handful of caramel corn and munches on it thoughtfully. Not bad.

"Ya lookin' at gettin' a new furry friend, Harley-chan? Maybe a couple'a wolverines this time?"

"Bud and Lou were the bestest of pets for me." Harley grinned. "But ya'know..."

"I am skilled at taming wild beasts." She pats his knee.

"Don't get too cocky, sweetheart. Deep down, even the tamest lookin' beast's still got a feral streak," Majima warns with a smirk.

"But f'real though, what're you askin' for?" he reaches down and tries to snatch her pamphlet.

"Sometimes that feral side can be a little exciting... if it is well managed." Harley quips back.

She playfully keeps the pamphlet away from him for a moment. Then lets him have it, but only have getting close enough to sneak a quick tickle at his ribs.

"I don't know yet. Something that says, Harley."

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He reflexively draws away from the tickle with a surprised grunt and immediately withdraws, pamphlet in hand. "Yer lookin' at gettin' one of these weird monsters?"

After a while of poring over the pictures, Majima leans back over to Harley and stabs a finger at a jigglypuff. "Whaddabout this little asshole? It's all pink and cute."

"Yeah... I want some company around the house. And not ready for a roommate."

Harley leans close to him. Rests her head on his shoulder. "Pink and cute. I can see how that would remind you of me."

"Am I wrong? Oh, wait. What about this one?" He points at a sylveon. "Even cuter, an' it almost looks like a cat ... bunny ... thing? Maybe that means you can teach it to shit in a box."

"Ya sure like things easy to handle, dontcha." Harley grins at him. Then nudges him softly. "Whatcha doing with me, honey?"

"I sure as hell not easy to handle."

He arches an eyebrow and nudges her back. "Ya ain't been much of a challenge thus far. Or have ya been goin' easy on me?"

"Wow, what's up with this one?" This time he points at a ditto. "How 'bout a purple blob hangin' out, smilin' at ya?"

"Of course I have. Silly."

Harley grins at mention of the ditto. "I have a bigger smile."

"Well, you can take those kid gloves off, sweetheart. Gimme yer worst," he chides, swatting the pamphlet on her knee.

"So which critter's speakin' to ya the most, Harley-chan?"

"Just remember... you asked for it." Harley grins back at him.

She looks back through the pamphlet. "There are lots of choices. But ya'know, maybe I will get lucky and find one that reminds me of Bud and Lou."

"Do we need a safe word?" he laughs.

"Maybe one of these dog-lookin' things?" He taps on a growlithe. "They look scrappy."

"Always better to play and tease when you have a safe word in place," She wraps her arm around him. And tease her fingers up his shirt slightly.

"Then you know when you crossed a line."

She grins. "Now that is what I am talking about. Something that could stay by my side, no matter what kinda shit I get into."

Majima starts laughing again, then sighs. "Shit, I ain't flirted this hard in a while. Other than helpin' the girls practice for work. They usually keep their hands to themselves, though."

He throws an arm over the back of the couch behind Harley. "Seems yer taste in friends translates to pets, huh? Fuckin' ride or die."

"Well, I am a different kinda' girl." Her touch is just friendly right now. If he tells her to back off, she would.

"I do better around people who have seen shit. They seem more real to me. And in a way, I feel more real."

"Yeah. You can say that again. Girls back home ain't so forward 'bout what they want. An' when they are it's usually uh, lotsa commitment. Can't blame 'em, I guess. We harp on the ladies 'bout starting families and shit. They can't be fuckin' around." For his part, Majima seems relaxed, allowing this closeness to continue despite his earlier edict about fraternizing with co-workers.

"And yeah, I getcha. Ya been through some shit, and it just ... I dunno, makes ya feel miles away from other people?"

"Well I can never ever start a family. So I don't need the speech." She trails her fingers up his spine. Glad to see him relax under her touch.

"I can. Sometimes I see how happy other people are and just... meh..."

Majima shivers a little at the touch. He shifts on the couch to angle himself towards her, crossing one leg over the other, almost boxing her in. "I'm kinda in the same boat. Dolly's daughter calls me 'daddy' and it gets me thinkin'. But I sure as hell ain't real dad material and I've already made my choice -- what kinda family I'm a part of."

He curls a lock of her hair between his fingers. "Happiness ain't 'one size fits all.' If you could have any kinda life ya wanted, what would it look like?"

Harley moves her caramel popcorn to the opposite side of her body, so there is nothing between them on the couch.

"I found my family with the Suicide Squad. And really think I am building a new one here in the Nexus with all the great friends I have."

She smiles at the touch of his fingers in her hair.

"I am building that life. Getting to do what I love... thanks to you..." She grins. Harley is extremely happy being a Hostess/Bouncer. It combines all of her skills into one great job. "And being with people who support me."

"I feel happier than I have ever been. No need to pretend anymore."

"Gotta say, it's been nice havin' friends again. Been kinda lonely since my bro got locked up an' ... uh, everything went to shit."

He looks down self-consciously when she ascribes some of her happiness to his help. What he's learned about her history with Joker comes to mind and he takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. "Glad yer finally seein' some happiness, Harley-chan."

"It does suck to be locked up." Harley nods.

Harley smiles when he squeezes her hand. And she takes the opportunity to pull him closer to her. "And you? What is your happiness?"

Majima exhales and rests his head on Harley's. He rubs the top of her hand with his thumb. "I'm livin' on borrowed time. My happiness comes from bein' alive at all, honey."

An ambiguous dodge of an answer if ever there was one.

Harley nods slightly. She understands that feeling very well. She was on a bloody team called Suicide Squad for that exact reason.

"I just started living. For real."

"Maybe you should do that, yourself?"