Jeannie gives Mordred a bit of a smile to reassure him. She's had her worries about things ever since Duela let something slip once about electroshock. Arkham's 'off label' uses aside, more legitimate places in modern times only used ECT for severe clinical depression that didn't respond to other treatment... If the Titans did do something to put her daughter in that kind of state, Mordred's not likely to get a chance at them. They'll never get past a short and very angry 'Harley Quinn' with realty-bending powers, a very large mallet, and pretty much carte blanche to leave anyone dead that she thinks would be too disruptive in the new timeline.
Duela manages a chuckle through sniffles. "Yeah, I guess the writers we had couldn't make you forget too... we didn't have the same ones, and they don't matter any more anyway." She'd shown up at Donna's wedding in a fatsuit and with about a quarter-inch of rubber latex on her face. And Dick Grayson had forgotten the gag. Hadn't even been able to see past the lies of 'reality' to put together that since they'd been Titans at the same time back when Teen was still part of the team name, she couldn't have been more than twice his age.
My Harlequin days were fifty pounds ago, to say the least. Ahh, those were good times with the Titans, weren't they, hon? Silently begging him to notice, to remember, but watching as he just looked at her with a glaze of numb idiocy as if he'd been drugged.
Yeah, they were fun. By the way, speaking of Harlequin - I realized something a while back... You're too old to be Two-Face's daughter.
It took you this long to figure that out? Tsk, tsk, the Batman would not be happy. She'd pinched his cheeks, like he was a little kid. She'd wanted to slap him.
So what's the truth?
Maybe, Dickie... just maybe I'll tell you... One of these days, that is. Ta ta. Had to leave, had to get away...
But, Duela...
That's just the shape of the surface of a door, the memory that makes up both the lock and the key... Duela hesitates, but she doesn't open it. Grayson isn't likely to be out for a while. But Jason will...
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Date: 2017-12-09 05:17 am (UTC)Duela manages a chuckle through sniffles. "Yeah, I guess the writers we had couldn't make you forget too... we didn't have the same ones, and they don't matter any more anyway." She'd shown up at Donna's wedding in a fatsuit and with about a quarter-inch of rubber latex on her face. And Dick Grayson had forgotten the gag. Hadn't even been able to see past the lies of 'reality' to put together that since they'd been Titans at the same time back when Teen was still part of the team name, she couldn't have been more than twice his age.
My Harlequin days were fifty pounds ago, to say the least. Ahh, those were good times with the Titans, weren't they, hon? Silently begging him to notice, to remember, but watching as he just looked at her with a glaze of numb idiocy as if he'd been drugged.
Yeah, they were fun. By the way, speaking of Harlequin - I realized something a while back... You're too old to be Two-Face's daughter.
It took you this long to figure that out? Tsk, tsk, the Batman would not be happy. She'd pinched his cheeks, like he was a little kid. She'd wanted to slap him.
So what's the truth?
Maybe, Dickie... just maybe I'll tell you... One of these days, that is. Ta ta. Had to leave, had to get away...
But, Duela...
That's just the shape of the surface of a door, the memory that makes up both the lock and the key... Duela hesitates, but she doesn't open it. Grayson isn't likely to be out for a while. But Jason will...