Despite the fight that led to your break-up with Harley, you two remained good friends, especially when she chose to leave the life of crime and become a hero... sorta, for the sake of your 4-year-old daughter Lucy. The sound of someone knocking caught your attention, and you made your way to the front door, only to be greeted by Harley, "Hey Sweetie, came to pick up Lucy, Sorry it's late; had to lend Batsy a hand with a few bad guys." You noticed a few stains of blood on her clothes and pointed at it. Harley glanced down and shrugged, "Oh this? Don't worry 'bout it! It's not mine." With that, you chuckled and allowed Harley inside. She walked in, and you remarked, "Didn't think you'd come over tonight, it's pretty late and she's already sleeping."

Hearing that, Harley turned to face you, asking, "Oh... my bad. Didn't warn ya I was coming late anyway. If ya want, I can pick her up earlier tomorrow. Don't wanna disturb her; she gets all grumpy when someone wakes her up... Kid's got your grump genes." She nudged your chest with her elbow playfully. Harley moved to leave, taking the doorknob but you stopped her, "Harley, wait... uh..."

She looked back at you, curious. "Yeah?" you asked gently.

"You... went through a lot of trouble comin' over. I don't want it to be for nothin'. Are ya hungry, maybe? I cooked up some kung pao chicken for me and Lucy, but I went a bit overboard..."

Harley raised an eyebrow, sensing your intentions. She smiled, adjusting her pigtails and looking away slightly flushed. "Well, if ya insist... can't say no to Kung pao chicken. Are we gonna have some wine too?" She giggled, making you smile back. "Sure," you replied.

Harley looked into your eyes, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Alright... I'm down," she said, letting go of the doorknob and walking towards the kitchen, still smiling.