[Beast might have found the incongruencies if given a bit more time- the coin on its head, for example, but now, the Persian remains in her head simply a large beast of a feline.
Because Joker was holding her, and he was safe.
Try as she had to hide her worry, Beast's emotions always showed in the end, and she bit in to her lip, shoulders rose sharply, inhaled to try and stifle any weak sounding noise of relief to see him emerge unharmed, but then he was holding her and she didn't have to try not to show how worried she'd been because his shoulder did that for her. She buried her face there, arms wrapping around and squeezing with the same amount of desperation she had the night she'd begged him to leave Father behind-
- Had that only been a day past?
The shameful events between that memory and the current time are enough to make her squeeze even tighter, almost painfully so in an effort to forget. It was fine- even if... Even if Black was with the Yard like Peter said, it hadn't come to anything. Joker was here. He was safe. Except-
The realization was slow, because they'd lived years of their life lacking, he an arm and she a leg, and it almost didn't feel out of place within that embrace. After all, the last time he'd held her this tightly had been at the workhouse, before the distance and the wear and the children and the falseness in his smiles. It felt like this, the last time, but it shouldn't this time.]
Joker-
[Muffled in to his coat, fingers clutching desperately in the fabric at his back to keep her face hidden as she spoke, keep him from pulling away.]
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Because Joker was holding her, and he was safe.
Try as she had to hide her worry, Beast's emotions always showed in the end, and she bit in to her lip, shoulders rose sharply, inhaled to try and stifle any weak sounding noise of relief to see him emerge unharmed, but then he was holding her and she didn't have to try not to show how worried she'd been because his shoulder did that for her. She buried her face there, arms wrapping around and squeezing with the same amount of desperation she had the night she'd begged him to leave Father behind-
- Had that only been a day past?
The shameful events between that memory and the current time are enough to make her squeeze even tighter, almost painfully so in an effort to forget. It was fine- even if... Even if Black was with the Yard like Peter said, it hadn't come to anything. Joker was here. He was safe. Except-
The realization was slow, because they'd lived years of their life lacking, he an arm and she a leg, and it almost didn't feel out of place within that embrace. After all, the last time he'd held her this tightly had been at the workhouse, before the distance and the wear and the children and the falseness in his smiles. It felt like this, the last time, but it shouldn't this time.]
Joker-
[Muffled in to his coat, fingers clutching desperately in the fabric at his back to keep her face hidden as she spoke, keep him from pulling away.]
Where's yer arm?
[No- something had happened. No. No. No.]