No, Bruce had never been much of a hugger. Maybe when Helena had been younger, but most of the parental love and affection that she'd gotten, it had been at Selina's hand. Selina had been Helena's primary parent in many ways, and though she loved her parents equally...well. Sometimes you just had a favourite, and it couldn't be helped.

Still, Helena let herself be pulled into Harley's hug. She didn't know what sort of relationship Selina and Harley would have shared - friendship, enmity, something halfway in between - but at least Harley knew of Selina.

And Selina on Harley's world couldn't be all that different from Helena's own mother, could she?

"I'm sorry," Helena said, her voice hoarse. "I'm fine. Really." In truth, it had been little more than a month since Selina had died. She was still grieving.