lfthinkerwrites:

“I thought I knew what love was, but these lovers play/New music, haunting me and somehow taunting me, my love was never half as true”

New Music, Flaherty/Ahrens

Harley knew before anyone else did that Jonny and Eddie loved each other, even before Jonny and Eddie themselves did.

She had been a psychologist after all.

It was easy to see the looks of longing on Eddie’s face, whenever he thought Jonny wasn’t looking. It was easy to see how he would constantly approach the other man when they were in Arkham together, or when they were out in Gotham. Eddie was usually dismissive about teaming up with another Rogue, but he’d actively seek out Jonny, even knowing how stand-offish he was. 

With Jonny, it was admittingly harder. Jonny never gave anything away, but in time, Harley could see how when Eddie wasn’t looking, Jonny would look his way too. She could see how slowly, but surely, Jonny let Eddie into his world. 

And one day, she saw them hidden away in a corner of the Arkham library, speaking over an old book in low tones. Harley couldn’t hear their words, but she could see their faces, how genuinely happy Eddie looked, how cold and impassive Jonny looked, but how he gently tucked an errant lock of Eddie’s hair behind his ear with a gnarled finger. 

And Harley was happy but heartbroken. Because as happy as she was for her friends, she could see how gently they looked at each other and how much they loved each other.

And how they loved each other more than her puddin’ had ever loved her.