West owes him for this.

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The nut house. The crazy hut. The booby hatch - always a depressing misnomer, that one.

Eel O'Brien doesn't like it here, even though plenty of people probably think he belongs here. But he doesn't. He's an independent businessman... the only time he DESERVED to be here was after the first thousand years or so of being dispersed throughout the Atlantic Ocean... but it's a little hard to psychoanalyze living plankton.

Anyway, no ugly memories here - he's about to deal with someone who's an ugly right-now. He's gotta be 'pep talk man.' Get over the hump, bad guy, be a good guy, bad guy, stop banging psychotic clowns, ya freak.

Seriously, that's unbelievably gross. He's not sure if the whole Ivy thing cancels the Joker thing out or not.

After flashing some League cred to the gang here at the Keystone Mental Hosptial & Grill, he makes his way to the visitors area, a nice little lounge where everyone can be monitored, but you can sit at a table instead of those prison phones with the foot of glass between them.

He sits back in his chair, stretching over it impossibly, looking at the ceiling and trying to think of what the hell he's gonna say to this dingie broad.

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There's something in her face when she makes that joke about killing people that hits Plaz wrong.

That's when the conscience finally pipes up in the back of his head, digging its way out from the piles of blankets and mattresses it was buried under. She loves the JOKER. She's in a MENTAL HOSPITAL. She's only 'game' because she is INSANE. GROW THE HELL UP.

He slides his foot back from her leg slowly, so it doesn't seem so abrupt and startled, but Wally was freakin' right. Stupid chicks having to be insane or hammered to like him.

Then his head shakes, startled at that last bit, and he snaps his leg back.

"Wait, you have KIDS and you're still being this much of a thrillkill nutjob?"

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Harley didn't notice Plaz's discomfort, or his sudden retreat. "Yep, I've got two! They're just the sweetest babies in all the world. Bud is younger but he's the dominant in the pair but Lou is still pretty aggressive. He gives just about as good as he gets. I have a picture of my babies back in my room."

Harley sighed. "That's the one thing I hate about being in the nut farm, being away from them, wondering if they're okay or if they're lonely."

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The completely unjustified indignance of a newly un-deadbeat dad suddenly comes flying out of his face.

"Now, eine minuten bitte! What kind of a mom goes out on crime sprees and humping maniac clowns when she's got two children to support? At any SECOND you could be locked up and thrown in the pokey and those kids would have to fend for themselves! And what kind of a FATHER figure is the JOKER, for the love o' Zauriel? How have those kids not been taken away by child services yet?"

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Harley was actually shocked speechless for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "ME?! Children...me?! HAhahahahaha!"

She clutched her middle, laughing so hard that she was actually snorting. She took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Bud...and Lou are my hyenas! Not kids!"

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He squints a little.

OF COURSE she has laughing freakin' hyenas.

He slaps a hand over his face, and his fingers stretch out even longer and wrap around his head a few times.

At least she's... snorting.

What the hell is he doing here again? What's the point of all this?



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Suddenly, there's an ear-piercing alarm sounding, and Plaz winces spectacularly.