She watched his expression morph into confusion as he registered the emotion he had never seen on her face before. He had no idea what it was, so he didn’t say a word. He probably didn’t even know she could feel fear with the way she acted most of the time.
Harley knew that he had no idea how to react, and the look on his face wasn’t helping. She felt the fear compressing her lungs, oxygen wasn’t reaching her, and she froze for a minute. Everything she felt in the pit of her stomach seemed to amplify, it turned her blood to ice in her veins, overwhelming he completely. In a moment of pure panic, she dove toward J’s chest. Curling herself in a ball, pressing herself as close to him as possible. Maybe she could hide from the fear, maybe it wouldn’t find her in her made herself small, if her whole body was under the covers, maybe he could ward off the fear.
“Harley?”
He was confused entirely, no idea what was going on. She just folded her body into a smaller ball, partly wishing she could just disappear.
Joker didn’t move for a moment, then she felt his arm press around her back. He may not understand fear, but he had learned comfort form her.
Finally breath escaped Harley’s throat in the form a sigh of relief. Her mind and body was still constricted with fear, but maybe he could help her. Maybe.