She giggled inwardly to herself. Harley was more than excited to be inside and warm. She matched his pace effortlessly and relaxed just a bit. She thought about the odd day, maybe the worst of her life was behind her, even if part of her enjoyed being a villainess, but neither enjoyed being beaten. With every step toward this strange, kind and cold mans’ house, Harley ripped another small piece of the joker out of her heart.
He led her around a few more blocks at his fast pace, then opened the door to his apartment building. It was a relatively small place, with minimal accommodations, but it a living room with a couch and a coffee table, a kitchen with a basic fridge, a few cabinets, and a stove/oven combination, and he had a bedroom with a basic bed, and no other furnishings. There were books and small, odd trinkets of all shapes and sizes scattered throughout the house.
"You are here under my care." he said blankly when they came in. "You won’t be paying rent or bills, because I want you to find a job and earn a place of your own. If I ask you to do a few occasional chores, though, I would ask that you don’t complain."
Blinking away his harshness she nodded. “Of course. I’ll help you keep house as much as possible. A job is a necessity and I intend to get one immediately. And please, if the moment should come that you see me as a burden, which I am, I will leave. Also, know that I am unaccustomed to kindness and chivalry, even if it is hidden behind the stoic face of a stranger; thank you.” Harley smiled warmly at him.
This man is a true relic of human emotion. He doesn’t show any emotion but his actions imply that he has them. Strange… but interesting.