[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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[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.