[For Jason Wyndgarde] Waking Up

[madformistahjay]

After falling head over heels and down on her knees for Jason after his little nudge in the right direction with his abilities, Harley had been only too willing to set up in a lavish Gotham mansion with him. 'Playing house' as she had called affectionately called it. Of course settling into the mansion involved a little pest control - removing the current occupants. That had been an elaborate affair in and of itself. Harley of course wanted to just bash their heads in and call it a day; Jason knew such a violent display would have Gotham PD flying up the driveway before long. So he had used his abilities to have the occupants go on a long trip abroad. One they were unlikely to return from.

This allowed the villainous pair to occupy the mansion as long as they wanted.

The first few weeks had been steamy and a nearly endless chain of sex throughout the mansion. Harley had insisted they christen every room, after all.

But after a while, Harley slowly began to come out of the fog Jason had put her in. Harleen's voice grew louder and louder, shouting at her that something was amiss. Perhaps it was Harley's insanity that allowed her to slip slowly out of his control.

And when she did...her fury was unspeakable.

Harley stomped through the house, finding Jason in the study. She grabbed the first item she could put her hands on - an antique vase - and hurled it at him with all her strength. "MIND CONTROL? YOU THINK YOU CAN BRAINWASH ME AND GET AWAY WITH IT!? YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!" She shrieked.

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[psionic_virus]

Even that fraction that Harley's grip loosened was welcome as far as Jason was concerned, but he still didn't try to slip free, not yet. He was still staring back up at the woman, waiting to see where her mercurial mind went.

"You could always take into account the fact that I've had you calmer and talking for almost two minutes now and I haven't reached into your mind at all."

And then the fingers closed, but not enough to give him panic. For now, at least. But he was telling the woman the truth. There was still plenty of anger and frustration in Harley's mind, but it had quieted more than enough, Jason thought, that he could easily have taken her again.

[madformistahjay]

He was right, she hadn't felt him inside her mind, changing her thoughts. This was all her own accord. The warring thoughts inside her were all her own. Harley glared down at him, her grip still on him as she considered what he pointed out.

"All that means is you're a damn good manipulator. Doesn't mean nothin' else." She hissed lowly. "Doesn't answer the question either. Why should I believe you? How can I trust that you won't try and manipulate my mind again?"

Indeed, her anger had calmed from a full inferno to a dying ember. Harley was hurt more so than anything. Just like Mistah J. A different version of Mistah J. He would find her mind easier to navigate now, perhaps he could indeed soothe her. Deep down, there was that natural arousal and attraction between them - something primal that Harley couldn't deny if she wanted to.

[psionic_virus]

Jason reached out to Harley's mind with nothing more than the slightest, whisper-quiet brush of his power, and relaxed at what he found. While she was still upset, the rage had burned itself out for the moment, which meant he had his opening to slip back inside of her head.

While that meant he could easily have come down on Harley's mind like one of her comically oversized mallets, Jason took a different approach. Instead, he gently relaxed and soothed her mind, working with the calm he found in place instead of creating it from whole cloth. He encouraged the calm, like blowing on the embers of a campfire to return its warmth.

Perhaps, Jason thought, if he reminded Harley of how good and at peace she could feel thanks to him, she would relent. Indeed, she might even invite him back inside.

[madformistahjay]

Harley felt his presence inside her head and at first she began to tense again. But then, as he proved himself to be a man of his word, at least to some degree, Harley felt that he wasn't trying to completely re-wire her mind. He was just working with her mind and her feelings as they were.

She let her hand move away from his throat as she settled down. Her fingers dragged down to rest against his chest. Harley stayed on top of him for the moment, her gaze still dark as she looked down at him. But her expression had softened slightly.

"Cat got your tongue or somethin'?" she growled.

By now she had calmed down significantly. There was only mild agitation now. Because the fact of the matter was, he was right - she had been calm with him, aside from homicidally elated. She hadn't been unhappy with him, she hadn't been in pain or abused with him. At least not thus far. But if he had to capacity to deceive her, did he have the capacity to escalate to abuse if he wanted to? That was her concern.

[psionic_virus]

Jason shook his head. "Just waiting to see if you've made your final decision about strangling me or not," he told Harley, then glanced down to the hands that moved down to his chest and decidedly away from his throat. "Looks like you have."

Taking a chance, he placed his hands on top of hers. "So tell me what you'd like. A little more peace and quiet in your head? To lock away one memory or another? Whatever you'd like."

His eyes narrowed, studying Harley back the intense way she seemed to be taking his measure. Although Jason's power had soothed the savage beast, Harley wasn't completely off the defensive yet, and could pounce without warning. "I promise. This time, I only change what you want me to."

[madformistahjay]

Harley looked at him skeptically for a moment. Somehow the sensation of his hands on top of hers put her at peace. She looked into his eyes, weighing her options.

"Don't you go changin' nothin' in my memories...hear me?" She said sharply. "...but...I wanna' be happy again. No brainwashing. I want you here. And I want things the way they were before." Before she had woken up.

Given their position, and how much energy she'd exerted over him, Harley couldn't help the slightly playful feeling she got. Her hands moved to his shoulders and pushed down. Pinning him down better and making her lean over him a bit more.

"Can ya' handle that?" A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.