1) Stubbornly refuse to let Harley touch him. He could probably make it out of her window again but he wouldn't go far without passing out from blood loss. The exertion and stress of her arrival has made the energy he had to patch himself up go out the window and now he's not really in a good way. He could probably try and call outside resources but there's little chance they'll get here before he goes unconscious. Even if it was someone like Clark.
2) Let Harley patch him up. She's absolutely insane and even though she keeps the vapid front, she's definitely not stupid -- surprisingly strategic and cunning when she wants to be. She's probably done this hundreds of times before and in even worse situations. Push comes to shove, her fingerprints are already registered in his cowl and if she tries to lift it, the paralyzing agent will be released and she won't be able to move without his antidote.
So, he sighs and even though he slaps at her hands a little (why is she sitting on him now?), he does shift to lean up on his elbows with a wince. All she needs to do is push up the kevlar and take care of the wound on his side, closer to his hip than his ribs. She can do that, right? ]
Why are you sitting on me.
[ He's not even going to bother with inflection there. And at least it isn't a stop! ]
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1) Stubbornly refuse to let Harley touch him. He could probably make it out of her window again but he wouldn't go far without passing out from blood loss. The exertion and stress of her arrival has made the energy he had to patch himself up go out the window and now he's not really in a good way. He could probably try and call outside resources but there's little chance they'll get here before he goes unconscious. Even if it was someone like Clark.
2) Let Harley patch him up. She's absolutely insane and even though she keeps the vapid front, she's definitely not stupid -- surprisingly strategic and cunning when she wants to be. She's probably done this hundreds of times before and in even worse situations. Push comes to shove, her fingerprints are already registered in his cowl and if she tries to lift it, the paralyzing agent will be released and she won't be able to move without his antidote.
So, he sighs and even though he slaps at her hands a little (why is she sitting on him now?), he does shift to lean up on his elbows with a wince. All she needs to do is push up the kevlar and take care of the wound on his side, closer to his hip than his ribs. She can do that, right? ]
Why are you sitting on me.
[ He's not even going to bother with inflection there. And at least it isn't a stop! ]