Okay. Look. See, the thing is. The thing is. Sometimes? Sometimes work is just boring.

Like, yeah okay it's important. And like, this heroic-y stuff is kinda a thrill-a-minute job most of the time. Crime-fighting superhero vigilante stuff is less inclined to be described as 'boring' than, like, sitting in an office or whatever, but come on. Let's be honest. Sometimes work is boring. Okay? No matter what you actually do. Sometimes it's just a quiet, lonely, boring night.

At least, that's the sort of night Harley's having. So, naturally, she's assuming that's the sort of night you're having too, yeah? Like, you're just chillin' up on this roof, alone, not beating anybody up, so obviously there's nothing super-exciting going on. Not that she's heard of, anyway. And she hears of a lot of what goes on in this city! People underestimate that about her. But like, c'mon, she's kinda still friends with, like, three-quarters of the Rogues' Gallery and most of the heroes, too! (At least, she sure thinks she is). So if something big's going on, she's usually heard about it.

All this to say, she's bored, and you're probably bored, so hey! Guess what! She's here to brighten up your night. Hang out! Help you with whatever ya got goin' on tonight. Two heads are better'n one, or... something something blah blah whatever she just wants something to do, okay? And somebody to do it with.

"Hiya!" Harley chirps as she pops up beside you. Yes she totally climbed over here from that fire escape. No biggie. She's got skills. Also? Making no effort to be quiet here, nope. "What'cha doing? Patrol night, right? I get'cha. On the ol' grind. Man, it's been real quiet tonight. Are you as bored as I am?"

Yeah, she's... well. She's used to dealing with ol' Batsy. And let's be honest, he ain't much of a talker. She's used to being the one doing all the work on the 'social' side of 'working together'. Not that she really has much trouble with that.