Harley rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen to make a sandwich for him. She and Bruce might be able to eat a carton of ice cream and get through the next day, but Jonathan had a more delicate constitution. She sat on the floor next to Scarecrow and took the carton away, replacing it with the more sensible meal option. Bruce seized the opportunity and took the carton into the living room to finish by himself.

"I'll play with you." She leaned over and bit his shoulder. There was one game that was sure to tire him out.