(Angel Harleen's POV)
She was nervous. That, she knew. The Angel hadn't been nervous in a long time. Each day was getting harder and harder. Jonathan was mainly ignoring her. Selina and her husband looked to be dead, and now she was in care of an infant. And on certain days that Sam couldn't look after Deanna, she was the little tyke's guardian. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful. She was…really. Just it was all so sudden. Handed a baby to look after, that wasn't her own. Sure her Motherly instincts were there, but this wasn't her own child. And she ached at the thought, but jumped at the opportunity at trying to be a Mother.
At first she thought it would be easy. Ariel was a good little girl, but Harls knew that the little baby knew something was wrong. She stayed quiet most times, cried less than often, and drank from the bottle and ate the baby food she was given in the airplane spoons. But it was just the instinct of having to look after an innocent 24/7 that got to her. She also had Deanna this week. The toddler was lovely and quiet, perhaps a little too quiet sometimes, and Harleen had to check on her just to see if she was still breathing, alive and well.
Deanna read, drew, watched cartoons and TV ate her vegetables in compromise of pie for dessert, and bed within a reasonable hour. It was routine. Only she couldn't do her proper job, the Angel wasn't helping at all, and Harleen hadn't slept in well over two and a half weeks.
And she was about to drop.
So sighing, she got everything that Ariel would need, Deanna too, and held her hand out to the child, telling her they were going to see her twin sister, not having the energy to really tell Deanna that she was actually going to stay with another version of herself from the future.
Sheesh, wasn't that a bit easier.
Deanna happily complied, was rather excited and clapped bouncing around while grinning from ear to ear. So popping into Wayne Manor-no…hold on. She sniffed the air, and came to the conclusion that it was Luthor Mansion instead, spun around to find herself in the living room…..
Okay, so it was still a little odd to watch yourself and older version of her mind you, sitting there in the living room. "I need a favor. You probably already know that this is Dean." Nods towards Deanna. "And all that kerfuffle with the Fae." Sighs. "Deanna, sweetie, this is my twin, Harleen. Yes, she has the same name as me." She looked back up at the brunette.
"Can you help me?"