Mister J couldn't sleep. Harley was kind of used to it, given that he made plans day and night, and when genius struck, he couldn't be bothered by physical limitations. His work was too great. Tonight, though, she knows he's on the edge of exhaustion. As important as he is, as much chaos as he brings, she knows he has to function within those limitations.

She comes into the large space that serves as his workroom, his pet hyenas padding after her, and she sighs. "Puddin'...you comin' to bed? It's cold in there without ya."