lovemykilt | Taystee Diner, New Gotham, the lunch shift, Monday

Priestly had never worked at a place as large as this diner before. It was a bit of an adjustment -- especially when you factored in going from managing Luke's in Fandom to being a lowly peon here -- but he liked his coworkers well enough, no one tried to stick things in his hair, and there were even a few regulars he'd gotten to know working the lunch counter on the days he didn't have afternoon classes. New Gotham was almost as full of lovable weirdoes as Santa Cruz had been, which was good, as they needed the lovable ones to balance out the criminally insane ones.

And, hey, if harmlessly flirting with the hot cougar who came in every now and then to order a late lunch to go for her and her "business associates" got him a bigger tip, that was even better. She liked to stop and chat for a bit while she waited for her order, and Priestly always kept her coffee full and the compliments running while she did. Carlos, the usual lunch time cook, liked to tease Priestly about how he had to keep his dates straight so Dinah wouldn't find out he was cheating on her with an old lady, but Priestly was so used to getting grief from the kitchen staff that he barely noticed.

He did kind of miss troubleshooting Fandom's occasional harmless jaunts into the surreal, though. A lunch rush just wasn't the same if you didn't have an eagle turning into a naked mayor at the counter.

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"I sold my car back in Santa Cruz," Priestly said, leaning forwards and completely missing that extra long 'deeeeeep' as he maintained eye contact. "I'll listen to anything you have to tell me."

"Excellent." Harley could feel her eyes change to dark, swirling whirlpools of shiny black, and giggled. "Priestly, you'll do anything I ask you to do, won't you? Because you like me?"

Woah. That was new. Priestly couldn't tear his eyes away now if he wanted to. "Yeah," he said faintly. "You're awesome."

"Awww. I like you too." Harley leaned forward and pet his beard. "I need you to do something for me. Today, if you can. Tomorrow, if you can't. But very very soon. Now, your best friend. Dinah?"

Oh, he liked it when she stroked his beard. He liked everything about her. He was so lucky she wanted him to do her a favor. "What about her?"

"I need you... to kill her. However you want! Get creative." She smiled and tilted her head. "Just be sure it's in front of Barbara, okay? Do you think you can manage that?"

Priestly froze, gaping a little as his subconscious tried to fight against the hypnosis -- but then he nodded. "Yeah. That shouldn't be a problem at all."

He was already getting ideas for it, even.

"She trusts me completely. It'll be easy."

"Ohh, that's wonderful!" Harley clasped her hands and grinned. "Thank you so much. You should probably avoid having Helena around, though. You know she'd try to stop you. Protect her little 'sister.'" She leaned over to pat his hand. "And you won't mention this to anyone, will you?"

"Our little secret," Priestly agreed, giving her a slightly dopey smile. "It'll be done tonight."

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