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Gotham was chaotic.

Territory wars between the higher villains of the city, the usual crime of theft and murder and god knows what as the everyday scene. Jonathan can certainly say he'd never really be out a job anytime soon and he has certainly seen some of the horrors Gotham's underground can stir up. He jumps around as a bodyguard, mostly for said underground, a dangerous endeavor considering how valuable information is with the highest crime players but a strong moral code keeps him check for not spilling information to the highest bidder and keeping suspicion off his back.

Working for such people means tabs are kept on him and he's given a generous wage to keep him in some of the luxurious apartments the city could offer. High risk, high reward, he'd say.

There was a bit of a secret he's kept from his employers though. A choice to not be held on a tighter leash than he was already.

Which was funny considering he finds himself currently at the wrong place at the wrong time and well...

A drop got a bit out of control, life or death sort of scenario and Jonathan had to shift into his more bestial self to take out the enemy and save as many of his colleagues as he could. A bipedal werewhyena takes his place in the fray and he takes a few hits from a few guys, it doesn't take long to get the situation under control and there are more casualties than he would like.

He's more upset over the fact that he revealed this particular card in deck after so long and he can't shift back considering he completely shredded his outfit in the shift. So he sits on the drop and waits for eventual backup.

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There are very few things Harley truly cares about. Money, freedom, and animals. Especially her adorable hyena Bruce. She adores him like no other and treats him well with the best pet food she can get or some nasty pervert that got too close for comfort. He was the best thing that ever happened to her after her split with the Joker.

Then he ran away. Again.

She kind of gets it. Her apartment is small and taking him out for walks wasn't something she could do as often as she liked. She already had enough targets on her back and she didn't want one on Bruce. It didn't seem to matter. The poor boy needed his freedom just as much as Harley needed hers. Doesn't hurt any less. Maybe he'll come back? Or does she have to go find another pet? She's not sure. She can't imagine anyone replacing her sweet Bruce and hyenas aren't a common pet. They should be according to Harley. What woman wouldn't want a man-eating hyena as a pet?

After being locked up in her apartment all day, she decides a night stroll is probably needed. Too much time inside, even in her perfectly decorated apartment, would only make things worse. It seems a little too quiet outside. She's used to mayhem and the sounds of fighting in the distance while walking around town, but she doesn't hear it this time. At least not as loud. She's fairly out of the loop with the villain wars going on as she does her own thing now, but even she knows there's something off about tonight.

Walking through an alleyway common to the gangs, she finally sees the reason why it's a quieter night. And her eyes light up with joy.

"What a cutie you are!" She can't help, but run up to the werehyena with a huge grin on her face. It's not her Bruce, she knows that, but he's still too cute not to give him a hug. "Aren't ya the second cutest thing in the world? I say second because Bruce will always have a special place in my heart. He was first, ya understand?" She scratches his ears, petting him as she feels like luck is on her side tonight.

"You don't got an owner, do ya? I don't see no collar on ya. Ya must be a stray. Well, aren't you in luck? My place is perfectly set up for a cute lil thing like ya." Although the werehyena is anything, but little, it doesn't seem to matter to her. She pulls out one of Bruce's old collars and leash, clipping it onto her new pet. "Just follow me to your new home. Ya gonna love it!"

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The sudden sound of someone complimenting him surprises him. Jonathan wasn't expecting anyone else around and yet, here comes the infamous Harley Quinn bounding up to him with such joy in her expression. That... never happens like what were the odds.

Next thing, he knows she's hugging him and scratching his ears which... did feel good and its obvious in the little head tilt against her touch, the soft rumble of his chest. She keeps mentioning a 'Bruce' and he's not sure who that is. A partner? A pet? Bruce Wayne? He can't ask in this form.

He's a bit lost in thought that he only caught the words, 'Stray' and 'Owner' then there is the familiar jingle of a collar and he's honestly surprised such a thing fit around his neck. What kind of pet did she have to own one of these in the first place or did she just keep large collars on her person at all times?

Jonathan looks between Harley and the leash attached to the collar and when she tells him to follow her home, he panics. Not that he should be afraid of the Joker's former girlfriend, there is only respect there, but because if he left the drop, it would look like he he abandoned his post and a hit would likely be put on him or immense suspicion that he's a double agent and can't be trusted which he thinks is much worse.

He shakes his head, making a near yelping sound before he looks down on what he's sitting on and patting it. The crate was, as far as he knew, were weapons mostly. Maybe drugs by the smell of it. It was supposed to be given for a large cash payout and well, that turned south very fast if the bodies around him were any consolation.