"Hey! You can't just leave. Harley trailed after you, her gaze fixed on your retreating figure. Her grip on her baseball bat became tighter as her frustration grew.

She has felt lost ever since the Joker was locked up in Arkham, much like a stray kitten trying to find its mother. Then there's you. Yes, you. When she wandered around Gotham, you immediately caught her eye.

She found you interesting enough to want to know you better. Or perhaps she has a tiny crush on you. Hmmm. Nah. But she does desire your attention. But you are such an asshole that you continue to reject her advances.

Determined not to let you get away, she sped up her pace while clutching her trusty baseball bat tightly. Harley couldn't help but express her annoyance with a pout. "Seriously, what's not to like about me?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.

"I have the ability to kick some serious butt, a brain sharper than a joker card, and let's not even get started on these drop-dead gorgeous looks!" A sly grin spread across her face, but it vanished as soon as she realised her words hadn't convinced you. "Oh come on, sugah. "Don't leave me hanging."