Are you fucking stupid? I looked back at the movie!

Maybe it was an invitation, maybe it was even a real invitation, but there were a bunch of other people in the room, it wasn’t that dark, and this was goddamn Harley Quinn. I wasn’t touching her until she was a hell of a lot more under control than she was yet. Instead, I gave her a professional look and shook my head slightly.

Whether she took that as declining her invitation, or ordering her to stop, she nodded and crossed her legs and I got a +2 SP (Harley: +25), dammit, no checkpoint though. Guess I needed another point.

The movie finished and Harley leapt to her feet, startling everyone as she yelled out, “Who chose that movie? Which one of ya was it?”

Everyone looked panicked, except the one guy who actually had some sort of defiance disorder, who grunted, “Me.”

I dunno if that was true, I only paid attention to what the supervillains voted for. But Harley leapt down and strode towards him. The guards were closing, as was I, preparing to yell out parley and try to keep the peace, though that might be a bit revealing.

But before we could react, she grabbed his hand and pumped it repeatedly. “Brilliant choice! Very well done! I never saw that movie, but it was fan-fucking-tastic! Shit ending, but the ride was well worth it!”

The man looked confused, but then Harley spun, quite exactly to face me, which since I was coming up behind her, as were the guards, was an impressive display of situational awareness.

“And you!” she moved so fast that it was obvious I’d have no chance if she attacked, but just grabbed my hand too, pumping it like an overenthusiastic salesman, except I could feel her fingers stroking my hand in an almost intimate way. “Movie night is fantastic! Best thing ever! I’ve got a great idea for next time!”

“Oh? Tell me,” I ordered.

She shook her head with a laugh, “Uh-uh, it’s a surprise!”

Well, that was ominous. But her free hand was twirling a pony tail (which raised the disturbing question of where she’d gotten the elastic bands, which weren’t on the cleared list for inmates) and her gripping hand had stopped stroking and was now squeezing, so I stopped pushing on that, instead, I stood there awkwardly, my hand trapped in her iron grip, I had the strange feeling that if we’d been alone, I might have been able to get Weak In The Knees on her, but we weren’t.

Instead, I simply said “Well, thank you Ms. Quinzell. Now, since we all want movie night to continue,” a few of the saner inmates looked less than convinced as this rather increased their exposure to Harley, but with Harley nodding eagerly and the defiant guy in a mist of praise and confusion, no one argued. “we need to clean up.”

Harley nodded eagerly and sprinted off at full speed, reordering everything and throwing everything away, before the rest of us could do much. +1 SP (Harley: +26). She didn’t put everything back where it had been, but the layout was fine and I was unwilling to argue it at this moment, as I realized there were slight, finger shaped bruises on the back of my hand and I wanted to see her options. A few moments later, the place was empty and I was returning the projector to its storage and heading out to deliver everyone. As I changed back into my streets, I took a look at the options.

Puddin' Confusin': Submission is set to 100, as Harley's obsession with the Joker is entirely transferred to you. She is your submissive, obedient **** and will do whatever you want. WARNING: THIS IS NOT HIDDEN FROM ANYONE. THE JOKER MAY REACT...POORLY TO YOUR THEFT OF HIS TOY.

Just a Joke: It's all a big joke. If you're in on it, then she'll fall in line faster. Submission increased by 100% if you make it seem like a joke. Submission reduced by 50% if cast as punishment, or serious.

Therapy Talk: She is a trained psychologist. Any submission gained for any third party by any event she participates in increased by 50%. Note, this stacks with other benefits.

Okay, well, no on the suicidal one. Some small part of me wanted to do that to bait him in. No way would he just kill me quick, he’d capture me, then I could use Drop Dead to kill him. I’d be a hero, even if no one ever knew…but that would also shove me explicitly and visibly into that world and I’d had a brief taste of it with Jinx. No thank you. Which left two options, one to speed up Harley’s submission, one to speed up other people’s…

I actually wanted Diamond and Asa’s input. They were united in preferring Just a Joke, because they wanted Harley under control as quickly as possible, as they were definitely holding a grudge about the whole knocking me **** thing. Personally, I was mostly over it…and a bit afraid of Joker. Okay, a lot afraid of Joker. Some part of me feared Drop Dead wouldn’t work on him. He’d survived a lot and the app was clear about trying to avoid direct involvement in superhero/supervillain business…