Harley frowned at him and rolled her eyes, her shoulders slumping as she sat back on the bed, her body language was clearly submissive and timid "So what is there to do? And what are you going to do with me? Please please please don't give me back to B-man" her silver eyes seemed to burn into his very soul with the intensity of her gaze "If you send me to him, Mistah J will hurt me again" she rubbed her arms slightly, remembering the beating she got last time "hey! Maybe you could help me be good instead, you could teach me!" she gasped in excitement, until she spotted his raised eyebrow and unamused look "Jeez, what a buzzkill" she scowled and then hugged her tummy when her stomach growled for food. Her cheeks flushed red and she got even more timid when he passed her a gentle smile, gently patting her thigh before turning and striding out of the hideout. The heat of his palm seemed to sear into her skin and she sat there frozen in shock with a dreamy expression painted on her face. She frowned at herself for a moment and decided to go back to exploring when she remembered he'd taken her knife and apparently he'd removed most of her weapons, especially the guns and her baseball bat. She skipped across the room and began to rummage through his stuff, humming to herself the entire time as she broke into filing cabinets, drawers, cases and anything else she could break into. In her wake there were broken drawers hanging from cabinets, paper files were strewn across the floor, various bits of equipment had been scattered on the floor and there was a certain blonde girl bent over a desk riffling through a set of drawers when he came back. Oliver had brought down a large amount of food and some drinks for the girl after he'd heard her stomach growling in protest and now, he finds her bent over a desk seemingly determined to destroy his entire hideout.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" his voice boomed from behind her, she'd been lying on her tummy across the desk with her feet in the air and her lovely, perky bottom on full display since the leather was now straining against her flesh because of her position. His voice startled her and she squealed, flailed her arms and very nearly slid clean off the desk and onto the floor face first if it wasn't for his strong hand firmly grasping her ankle while he placed the plate of food next to her. Harley was now bent awkwardly between the desk and the powerful body of Oliver Queen who was pressed a little too close to her, she could feel the heat radiating off of his body and she could feel every ridge of his muscles against her.

"Oh goodie! You brought food" she gasped, braced a foot on his thigh and shoved hard, pushing the man out of the way so she could turn around, sit on the desk and tuck into the food, gulping down the water that was there and then going back to stuffing her face. His exasperated sigh made her freeze mid-chew, those wide silver eyes slowly found his and then she passed him a wide smile "Wha'? 'omthing uh ma'er?" she asked around a mouthful of pasta, failing to notice the destruction she caused. "Oh no, of course not, Harley. You've only managed to destroy have of my stuff in a matter of minutes, so no, nothing is the matter" his voice dripped with sarcasm "Why did you need to destroy my place? It was neat, i had a system so I know where everything is...Whatcha do this for?" he waved his arms in the general direction of all the mess she'd caused, in the silence one of the drawers chose that moment to drop out of the cabinet and onto the floor with an annoying crash as it to make his point. Those silver eyes found his again and Harley simply shrugged cheerfully "I 'as 'ooking for my 'ife" she mumbled, the words severly muffled by the food she'd stuffed in her mouth again and you could practically hear the cogs in Oliver's brain ticking as he tried to figure out what she'd said. He stared blankly at her for a moment before he realised "Oh, your knife?" he asked, sighing when she nodded excitedly, her adorable piggytails swaying with the moment "No offence, Doll, but why'd i give a nutcase weapons of any kind? It wouldn't be a very good idea" he shrugged and sat on a comfy black leather computer chair before scooting closer, lounging back on the seat as he looked at her with a cocky smirk "Tell you what, if you clean up the mess you've made AND promise not to cave my skull or harm me with it, i'll give you your baseball bat back, how does that sound?" he smirked at her, waiting for the explosion of anger from the fiery ball of fun who'd just finished every bit of food he'd brought her. There was no explosion of anger, an explosion of movement yes, she shot to her feet and proceeded to race around the room, putting things back where they belonged, fixing the drawers she'd broken and cleaning up all of her mess.

Oliver staired in shock as the crazy blonde suddenly jumped and slid across the desk to a stop in front of her, her legs neatly cross and a broad grin that oozed mischief "Tadah!" she yelled, throwing her arms in the air, clearly very very pleased with herself for this one "I think I have earned my baseball bat back and maybe even a bit cake?" she canted her head to the side and rocked in a childlike fasion on the desk. Another one of her signature giggles escaped her when she heard his sigh "Ok, I expected you to argue and yell or something" he grumbled, clearly a bit put out that she'd actually done it but he shrugged and slowly stood up to his full height and went striding out of the cave, up the stairs and vanished through a door. Harley was stood on the desk by time he'd come back, hopping excitedly from one foot to another as soon as he came back holding her bat "Yay!" she squealed, arms in the air and she went tearing across the room towards the man. "Woah! Woah, ok, calm down. You've got to promise not to hurt me with this or use it against me at all, ok? If you do that, i'll even buy some cake for you later" he cringed and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the impact that didn't come, he slowly opened his eyes and found Harley a few feet away from him with her hands clasped together under her chin jumping up and down with glee instead. "Of course Robin Hood, Sir! I promise I won't use it against you" she squealed holding her hands out and making a 'grabby hands' motion for the bat "Pleeeeease! I promise I won't try anything!" she practically begged him, reminding him of a child begging for sweets with the way she was jumping up and down. He very slowly held the bat out to her, keeping his eyes trained on her in case she tried to hurt him. As quick as the Flash she grabbed the bat and hugged it to her full chest with a happy cackle, those big silver eyes on him as she grinned broadly "Oh thank you! Thank You! Thank you!" she gasped, suddenly throwing herself at Oliver, her slim arms wrapped around his waist and she hugged him extremely tight, her head on his chest as she nuzzled close to him "Thank you Mr Green Arrow!" she had one foot in the air as she hugged him, balancing slightly on the tip of one foot as she hugged him far too tight. He chuckled slightly, a deep rumbling sound that she could feel since she had her head on his chest, he really did tower over her slight form and he made her feel so very safe against him. Oliver gently patted her head before reaching behind himself and managed to pry himself from her vice like grip, holding her out at arms length as he looked down at her, his brows furrowed as he found himself becoming strangely fond of the nutjob already.

These will get longer as i go