Taystee Diner, New Gotham, Tuesday afternoon

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Priestly wasn't generally the sort to call out from a shift without being, like, dead or recovering therefrom (it was a little sad that he knew that about himself), but he'd've been sorely tempted to, today. As it was, most of the staff had commented that he looked "like shit on toast, dude" and a few customers had politely asked for a different server.

Yeah, it was the best day ever.

He tried not to rub at his eyes as he looked over the diner, keeping an eye out for one customer in particular and trying not to obviously look at the other customers who should be scattered about, laying low and ready to jump in if things went terribly.

He was not cut out for this sneaky stuff. After this, he was going somewhere where he didn't have to be sneaky at all for awhile.

[ooc: for plot buddies!]

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Holy crap that eye shit was way creepier when you weren't getting whammied by it. "Yeah," Priestly said, trying not to show just how creeped out he was by it. "Yeah, that's makes sense, thanks." He pushed himself up to his feet. "I should get back to work."

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"Excellent." All Harley's purr was missing was her tapping her fingers together to look like a cartoon villain. Her eyes faded back to normal, and she leaned got up, leaning forward to pat Priestly's cheek. "Come back here after it's done, day or night. I'll be here as soon as possible."

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"And go!" Reese said into his comms.

The two plainclothes cops in the booth behind them jumped to their feet, the first grabbing one of Harley's arms, the other saying, "Harleen Quinzelle, you are under arrest--"

Harley shrieked in rage, twisting and flailing, and managed to knock the sunglasses off one of the cops. Her eyes went black-tarry-shiny again, and she yelled, "Beat up your partner!"

And now the first cop had his hands full with his partner attacking him.

"You," Harley said, turning back to Priestly with venom, and drawing a curving dagger from one inner jacket pocket. "Disappoint me, Priestly."

Slash!

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Priestly reacted instinctively -- completely forgetting that his torso was protected, but his arms weren't. He threw his arm out to block the knife, falling back, and took the brunt of that slash across his forearm, splitting the skin from the side of his wrist down to his elbow.

Whelp. At least it wasn't an arrow.

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Dinah had taken off the second the police said Harley's name, rushing into traffic and between a couple taxis, much to Reese's loudly voiced displeasure. So she was at the door of the Taystee Diner when Harley got Priestly across the arm.

Screw banter. That knife was out of Harley's hand and embedded in the ceiling in 0.01 seconds.

Then she was throwing herself forward in a tackle.

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And there was Priestly, getting the fuck out of the way.

He grabbed a clean(ish) towel from the lunch counter and wrapped it around his forearm, putting pressure on the knife-wound as best he could.

"I have never been so happy to disappoint a woman!" he called, wondering if Harley could even hear him over the sound of Dinah kicking her ass.

What? Someone had to get some banter in.

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"You pitiful, pathetic--" Harley's next 'OW!' was significantly louder than whatever else she was going to say. Being slammed into a table will do that to you. She wriggled enough to see who had taken her down, and then started laughing hysterically. "Dinah! Dahling! it's been too long! Did I hurt your puppy? Awwwwww. Where's Helena?" She kicked out, trying to get Dinah in the kneecaps, and gave a frustrated shriek as Dinah cuffed her arms behind her back. "Next time, I'm going to make him lick my boots first--"

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Dinah was too mad to form words. But the phrase not gonna be a next time, 'cause next time I kill you might have worked its way through the hand she had on the back of Harley's neck.

Harley started laughing again, so Dinah flipped her over, then slammed the heel of her fist into Harley's laughing face, knocking her back into the table-top.

"Was that really necessary?" Reese asked, hauling Harley upright, still dazed and bleeding a little.

Dinah was already rushing over to check on Priestly. "Are you okay ohmygod MEDIC!"

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"I'm fine, I'm fine," Priestly assured her, pulling the towel away a little to show her the wrist-end of the cut. "Look, the bleeding's almost stopped." Most of the cut wouldn't even need stitches! "Are you? I mean, holy crap. I've seen you fight before, but holy crap!"

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"Yeah, I'm okay." Dinah was shaking with adrenaline, and now reaching to hold the bar towel in place on Priestly's arm. "She could've really hurt you, those stupid cops--" She inhaled, and squeezed his free hand, sending, I really didn't want to give her another chance to hurt you. Or anyone else, too, but she was still thinking of Barbara going to pieces over Wade, and if that had been Priestly--

Well. Reese would've had to cuff Dinah to something to keep her from taking Harley apart.

"You did great," she added aloud. "You really did." She grinned a little wildly. "She's caught."

Harley's shrieking was fading into the distance as Reese put her into the patrol car outside.

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Priestly on the other hand was kind of buzzing. "I almost fought her!" Oh honey. "Do you think I'll have to testify at a trial or something? I'm totally starting to see why you do this all the time. Man, my arm doesn't even hurt."

Yet. His arm didn't hurt yet. When this adrenaline rush ended, he was going to crash pretty hard.

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Dinah gave a hiccup of hysterical laughter, then insisted, "Ice. And the ER. And some nice topical drugs. Then you can tell me how much it doesn't hurt." She drew a breath, letting her head fall on the side of his shoulder. "Gah. No. No trial. She's already broken out, that's ten years onto her sentence, plus the extras... her lawyer is so not going to be thrilled with her. They're going to have to up her security at Arkham a crazy huge amount." She straightened. "You did fight her, you faced her down after what she did. God, I'm so proud of you." Hiccup.

Don't ever ever scare her like that again, Priestly, jeez.

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Why did everyone always blame Priestly when he got hurt? He didn't panic this time! That was serious progress!

"Me too," Priestly agreed. "She is -- really terrifying."

As evidenced by the fact that all of his coworkers and most of the diner's other patrons were all now hiding behind the lunch counter. Priestly spotted his manager among the crowd.

"Uh, boss?"

"OH MY GOD GO TO THE HOSPITAL," the manager said.

"Alrighty."