It's not the first time Harley's had to drag herself to your place after a fight with Mr. J. It... probably won't be the last. What can she say? Her Puddin' has a temper on him. It's how he is. He can be a little rough when he gets in his moods. All excuses she's made for him before. They ring a little hollower every time.

She knows he loves her, she does, he's just not the best at showing it. Not like you. Well, maybe you aren't always the best either, but there's a reason she comes to your door when stuff like this happens. Because she knows you'll let her in. Because she knows you'll help patch her up. Because she knows you'll sigh and shake your head and grumble about it but you won't yell at her or take a swing at her or throw her to the floor and all of that is an improvement, really, after one of these kinds of nights.

You're a really really really good friend and she really owes you one, doesn't she? Heck, probably owes you a couple, by now.

So Harley takes a deep breath, and wipes her eyes, and puts on the brightest smile she can manage as she lifts a hand to knock at your door. She probably looks a mess anyway, and she knows you won't be fooled. But she'd hardly be herself if she didn't at least try to smile, would she? She might not be very happy about most of what's happened tonight, but she is happy she gets to see you.