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Review of Harley Quinn S1E6: “You’re a Damn Good Cop, Jim Gordon”

Warning! Spoilers ahead! 

Okay, so this episode overall was very hilarious! I love how Harley learns an important lesson about sticking together with her found family and trying to not let her obsession with getting into the Legion of Doom completely take over her life. I mean, she still has a way to go. But character growth! Yay!! I’m really enjoying watching Harley grow into her own badass supervillain. Isn’t she just adorable? I love her. 

I will say 0/10 because there was no Fank in this episode. You could see him in the background, but he didn’t offer any sassy remarks. How rude, DC! How rude! However, 10/10 because of Jim and Batman’s appearance. And oh god, Jim is absolutely losing it. I can’t. The poor man absolutely needs to take a nice, long vacation away from Gotham. With his wife. And maybe some sleep. And some friends who aren’t vigilantes or cops. Yeah. Jim also needs therapy really bad. 

And then Bruce. I love how you still get the grumpy Bat in this episode, but then his screensaver on the computer gives away his soft and mushy side. It’s adorable. I need to print out the screenshot where Bruce has two birthday cone hats on his head because that shit is hilarious! Such an adorable grumpy Bat. (Don’t mind me cooing some more.) I’m a little sad we didn’t get to see Damian. But I guess I’ll just have to go rewatch the other episode with him in it. 

It’s really fucked up the relationship Psycho has with his son. But it’s also kinda (I guess???) sweet that he makes amends with his son. And shows that he cares about his kid. In his own fucked up way. That part of the episode leaves me with so many freaking questions. So. Many. And Psycho’s ex-wife’s new boyfriend. What a freaking himbo. I can see the appeal. I guess. I mean, I don’t completely think Ivy is crazy for wanting to steal that himbo for herself. #KindaRelatable. If you know, I was a supervillain. 

Can I just say that Clayface’s hand stole the show? Because it absolutely did. Which is not something I ever thought I would type, but here we are. I just think it’s kinda hilarious (and strange) that pieces of Clayface would develop their own personalities if they’re separated from their host. I thought in the comics that they just turned into blobs of goo and were useless. And that Clayface could regrow limbs at will? I haven’t really read or seen much with Clayface in it, however, so I may be wrong. I obviously need to go look at some source material of Clayface because now I’m darn curious. 

Amazingly, I think Clayface is my favorite character in this series at the moment. I mean, the leading ladies are really good. I like Harley and all the character growth she’s going through. And I really like how sarcastic and badass Ivy is. (Honestly, she’s tied for my second favorite with Harley and Frank the Plant.) Buuuuuut, there’s just something about this version of Clayface that I really like. I think it’s because dramatic theatre kids are drawn towards each other. Yeah, that might be part of it. The voice actor does a really good job with Clayface! I definately need to look him up and see what else he’s done because I’m very much interested. 

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Everything around him was made of unsettling noise; silly laughs, loud whispers, bad jokes and every nonsense a mind can imagine. He couldn't stand it. He didn't even want to try to. Not anymore.

A desperate gaze at the notebook laying on the table in front of him, at all the words written in it by his own hand, looking for something he knew wasn't there. It never was, he had tried so many times before. A quiet oasis; a shelter from all the loudness, from a routine he didn't want to go through anymore.

Minutes can feel quite eternal sometimes. When you want them to be your allies and fly as fast as they can. (The exact opposite also applies). He wandered in -and wondered about- this fact. Time had always fascinated him; always there, never there; real and untouchable; unreal and evidential. Absorbed by this, and by some other devious thoughts, he finally forgot about the noise.

After an endless, short while, a rucksack hitting his shoulder brings him back to the room. Time had granted him his wish, it always does. Putting his notebook back, he hopes for Time to do him the same favour tomorrow.