Jonathan didn't bother talking to the girls, but he couldn't help listening when they talked to each other.
The Calculator was keeping tabs. Edward was concerned. Firefly, for some reason, had tried to warn him to keep a closer eye on what he called "your girl." (Was there a story there? He didn't know.)
And Harley Quinn was on the phone with Al at all hours, disappointed in her fellow hench wench, worried about the obviously unhealthy relationship, and hoping that the Captain would figure out that she could do better.
Since when were the girls this well known in the villainous community, let alone liked by anyone who really mattered? What had the Captain ever done to attract enough friends to stage an intervention--kicking and screaming style, which was the only way that counted in Gotham.
There wasn't going to be a real intervention, was there? He wouldn't mind holding her down and beating some sense into her, but supportive togetherness was a little outside his scope.
They had made his life so very complicated.
And it was only going to get worse.
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The first incarnation of the insanely complicated plan really wasn't very complicated at all.
Al happened to say, "I wonder where she and the assclown are going tonight."
And Techie responded, "I bet Eddie knows."
As it turned out, Eddie didn't know. But it didn't take him long to find out.
Then he casually offered to keep an eye on her, as if anyone really believed that his curiosity wasn't eating him alive from the inside.
The next layer of this obsessive little game came when Edward discovered that one man alone could be just a bit conspicuous in the places the Captain and her boy toy frequented. He needed a date.
Al and Techie had reached the point of hair pulling when Jonathan gave in and offered to join them, evening out the numbers so that neither woman had to be left out.
Such an action might have been inevitable. Such actions often were.
All that mattered was that he had considered this more thoroughly than a good many other decisions he had made, and concluded that this was right.
And that was the story of how they started dating.
Author's note: This is my last night with guaranteed internet. Postings from now until...let's call it January...will be made whenever I can. I promise to do my best. Thank you for bearing with me, awesome people of the world. If I may borrow God's Final Message to His Creation--WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
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