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Blue Jones tenses at the presence behind him, just before he feels hands cover his eyes.
“Guess who?” A sing-song voice says behind him.
His shoulders relax. “Doc.”
The fingers leave his eyes, and he spins around.
“Awww, you remembered me?” Harley Quinn grins at him.
“I could never forget you, Doc,” Blue assures her. “You look amazing!” He leans forward and kisses her cheeks in greeting before leading her to a table.
“You clean up pretty good too, Blue. I like your shiny shoes,” she says with a grin.
“Hey Doc, I know it's none of my business," Blue begins as they sit, "and you know I'm not judging you for the whole hot-for-patient thing, but…I worry about you, with the Joker. I owe you,” he glances around the club that she bankrolled, “well everything, really. If you ever need anything…” He raises an eyebrow as he trails off.
“Awwww, you worried about me, Blue?” Harley teases playfully. “Well, I’m not with him anymore.”
Blue watches her for a moment. “Wanna get shit-faced?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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