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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

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01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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Harley huffed at his protest and crossed the room to lean against his back where he sat, wrap her arms around him and kiss his neck.

"You're exhausted and malnourished and dehydrated." She looked over his notes and frowned. Reaching over his shoulder, she tapped her finger against the page. "Look, you've written this twice, and spelled amygdala wrong. It's time for a break."

She stepped back and ran her hands over his shoulders, her fingers digging in to stiff muscle. "Nothing's brewing right now. You can bring your notes to bed, but you are coming to bed."

His pencil stilled as he felt her lips on his neck, Scarecrow in his mind whispering he could finish this in ten minutes if she left him be, and yet, he ignored Scarecrow in favor of trying to see the mistakes she was pointing out.

She was right of course. "..." Seeing the repeated words and the misspelling he had half a mind to shove his notes off his desk like a petulant child, instead he slipped his glasses off just letting them hit the notebook on his desk. An almost annoyed noise rumbled up from his chest.

"Could jus' a easy take more coffee and keep goin'." He grumbled but he knew she'd win in the end, he was already starting to relax under her hands. "Fine, but we need an alarm set for seven am."

She would have carried him to bed if she had to, but it would be so difficult with him flailing around. She grinned to get her way and leaned over to press a kiss to his hair. Her arms slipped around him and she pulled him up.

"I'll make you all the coffee you want, at seven and no sooner."

Despite his height, she could easily lift him. He wasn't heavy at all, he would have flailed violently though. He grumbled still, closing his notebook and keeping it under arm, while the other arm went over her shoulders once he was up to let her help him towards the upstairs.

"Of course, no earlier." If he woke up in the night he'd make it himself, though two days with no sleep and the promise of the warm bed, he'd probably sleep past seven if he didn't get that alarm.

He could grumble all he liked, so long as he listened to her. She gave his butt a swat when they got to the top of the stairs and slipped away.

"You get in bed and I'll be right after. I'm gonna heat up some soup for you."

He barely ate at the best of times, and had even less of an appetite than usual when he got like this. A mug of soup he could gulp down without the hassle of chewing was just the thing, plus a glass of water and a couple pain killers for when he noticed how stiff his back had got from hunching so long.

And grumble he did, more so when she swatted him. He gave her a half hearted glare as he made his way into the bedroom. His glasses and notebook abbandoned to the bedside table, while he undressed down to his boxers and undershirt before slipping under the covers.

He sat up against the headboard, realizing that taking his glasses off had been a mistake, now his eyes were burning for sleep.

She didn't take long to follow him to bed. The soup had been made long ago just in case he got hungry, but she wasn't surprised it had gone untouched. The mug she brought him hadn't even been filled all the way. Maybe getting something with flavor besides burnt coffee would stimulate his appetite, and if not then she would start the battle all over again tomorrow.

"Here, drink this, and I'll stop bugging you."

He was rubbing at his eyes trying to fight the need to sleep when she approched, taking the mug in his hands he looked apathetically down into it. "No, if I'm up here I want you to pester me. Sit down with me and tell me what you've been up too." He spoke before taking a breath and swallowing down some of the soup, looking a little put off, but on the bright side, if he did fall asleep there was always the chance he will wake up in a few hours and raid the fridge. As much as he disliked food sometimes Scarecrow would take over and binge. Scarecrow saw it as his duty to keep Jon alone to keep himself alive.

"What I've been doing? Huh, well..." She stripped down and dug out an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. She hummed a little as she took out her hairties and set them on the nightstand.

"I mean, not a lot." Harley crawled under the covers and cuddled up to his side. "I've been going out on runs with Bruce and playing Animal Crossing. I've almost found all the fossils in the museum!"

He quietly sipped the soup, trying to make himself do so for her sake more than survivals sake. A nod given, as he looked her way, watching her take down her hair.

"I saw an article a few days ago, apparently they are having a Halloween event. I expect you will show me whatever you collect." Outside of Tetris, he's not great with video games, little interest but he did sometimes watch her place Animal Crossing just to see why it's so popular.

She tried to get him to play with her, but he preferred to read while she played. At least he would put up with updates about fictional neighbors.

"I'll be sure to spook up the place for you." She pulled his arm around her shoulders and linked their fingers together. "I'll go out to the labs tomorrow and make sure they're running on schedule. Okay?"

He'd rather read about fictional people than interact with any people, fictional or otherwise, but he didn't mind at all hearing about her village. One hand stayed on the soup cup but he didn't when she pulled his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her fingers in his, before he took another drink of the soup.

"I want to see when you do. The pictures on the article were quite adorable. Somehow my news feed now reports your games." He reads the news a lot on his phone. "Yes, thank you, that will be very helpful darlin'." Snuggling more into her still fighting the need to sleep.

"Sleep if you're tired, Jonny. I'll set the alarm." She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, cradled his face in one hand. Her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth. "Let me take care of you."

There was a slim chance Scarecrow would let them actually sleep a full night when there were formulas to figure out and attacks to plan, but she wasn't afraid of him.

"Right, 'course." He tried to catch her thumb when it brushed the corner of his mouth, giving up a moment later he drank down the rest of the soup, not much left in it anyway. The cup set aside as he slipped down to get comfortable. An arm draped over her legs as he closed his eyes.

He had to be dead exhausted, he was asleep and snoring within minutes of laying his head down, he tends to only snore when he gets into a deep deep sleep. She had been correct though, about three am he sat silently up to untangle himself. Scarecrow knew they had formula's to work on, people to spook. The Pretty one was asleep he could easily sneak away, or at least go get another snack before he's caught outta bed.

Harley hadn't stirred when he got out of bed but woke with a start at the sound of the fridge closing, or more accurately the sound of Bruce whining that somebody was eating without him. She wandered downstairs and leaned against the door frame at the kitchen entrance with a scowl.

"He needs to rest. You won't do him any good running around when he's got to catch up on sleep."

The sight she would be greeted with was one Jonathan would not approve of. Scarecrow sitting on the floor with her favorite ice cream eatting our of the container with a spoon, letting Bruce share our of the carton itself. His attempt to keep Bruce quiet.

"Sleep is boring pretty bird, I want to play, I'm hungry and we have work to do! So many things to see through."

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.

Jonathan while he did like ice cream he tended to end up in pain from it, while Scarecrow would ignore most pains of the body because tasty. Unlike Jonathan though, Scarecrow had no issue taking the sandwich when it was offered, taking a bite and chewing before his eyes widened looking at her when she bit his shoulder.

Because of course, yes he's still just in the boxers Jon went to sleep in, glasses perched a little crooked. A bit of crust stuck to the growing in ginger shadow on his face as he grinned her way. "Oh, I do like to play with you!"

She dragged her blunt nails over his ribs and kissed where her teeth had dug in. "Finish eating," she said as her hand slid down, her arms moving around his skinny waist, "and then I know just the kind of game you need right now."

His posture went a little more ridged from where he was still sitting on the floor eating at the sandwich. While he had more of an appetite than Jon usually does he still eats slow, unless its snacks. A happy hum escaped him before he finished his bite and swallowed it down. "Yes, pretty bird, yes." He crooned before going back to eating.

Harley didn't rush him to finish, but she did keep touching him the whole time. Little kisses on his neck and shoulder, running her fingers through his hair, nails dragging over skin. She wanted to be sure there was only one sort of playing he had in mind, if she wanted to get him back in bed and back to sleep.

Scarecrow didn't rush at all, he took his time to enjoy the sandwich the pretty bird made him, enjoying the kisses and her touches. Touches that were already getting his motor going. Little hisses and groans escaped as he worked on his sandwich. Only once he finished it, crusts and all, he looked back then to kiss the side of her face, the shadow growing it might have scratched a little. Jon needed to shave in the morning.

"All done!" Like an excited child, the kind one Jonathan Crane never was.

Harley didn't mind the stubble. She giggled and rubbed her cheek against his before standing up and holding out her hands to him.

"Good boy," she cooed at him, "Come upstairs with me. This is a bedroom kinda game."

A happy coo comes from Scarecrow as he pushes himself up in an oddly fluid motion. Taking her hand and moving towards the steps with her grinning back with mischief in his eyes.

"Ohhh I love playing those games with you, games for just us two!"

Harley laced her fingers with his and squeezed his hand, giggling and grinning over her shoulder at him as she lead him up the stairs and into the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed and crawled over him, pinning his legs with her knees.

"Do you wanna play your way, or my way?"

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