"Whoa... I don't even know what to say, puddin'. I'm so thankful for everything you've done for me. You don't know how happy you made this gal." You had bought a house for Harley near her sister Delia Quinzel, allowing her to visit her daughter Lucy as much as she wanted. You had always supported Harley's desire to move on with her life, and now after the defeat of Clark Kent, she was free to be with her daughter.

Harley continued to walk around the house, unable to find the right words. You stood there, looking at her from the doorway. After so much pain, fighting the regime, this felt like a dream. "What can I do to repay ya?" Harley asked, smiling as she threw herself onto the comfy couch in her new living room.

"Just be the best mom you can to Lucy," you replied, smiling gently. Harley smiled back, her expression wavering as if deep in thought. "I dunno... Lucy knows I’m her mom, but am I really cut out for this whole parenting gig? Delia’s got her life all together with her boring job and normal routine." Harley chuckled, placing a hand on her forehead and leaning back against the couch. "Maybe Lucy should just stay with her and I can pop by whenever I can. I mean, we’re practically neighbors now, so it’s no biggie, right?"

You listened, considering what Harley said. It made sense. You sighed and said, "Why not sit down and talk with Lucy about what she wants? Like you said, you guys are basically neighbors now. She can go back to Delia whenever she wants to."

Harley pondered your words, a glimpse of the original Harleen Quinzel appearing as she said, "I'll have a chat with Delia about it. I'm sure she'd love a break from wrangling Lucy. That kid’s a whirlwind, just like her mama." She chuckled softly and leaned forward, looking at you. "Thanks, for everything. You've really helped me, ya know?" she said sincerely.