Harley slipped into her aprtmet in her modified jester suit and sighed as she fixed her glasses and brushed through her short blonde hair. She walked over to the crib of her twin children and sighed blissfully upon looking at their small faces. Sometimes she worried about still doing this despite all the Joker did to her. All that Gotham did to her.

She looked over to you, one of her oldest comrades, and smiled. You'd been helping take care of the kids and being a absolute sweetheart for so long that she had forgotten life without you.

I really can't thank ya enough, hon.