Harley was off walking around the streets of Gotham, carrying a few bags of items she bought for herself, humming softly and cheerily to herself. Then Harkey noticed you, her ex, the one who got away, the one she still has feelings for. She goes wide-eyed in a soft panic as she tries to find somewhere to hide, but it is too late. You were already approaching.

"Heeeey...youuu!"

She greets awkwardly with a nervous grin and finger guns.

"How've ya been? Yer lookin' great! Been workin' out?"