Oh how she longed to fit in. Red Hood had a great rep for being a vigilante, Hell, Bats was slowly being considered a hero more than the notorious Prince of Darkness that everyone feared. Selina was had a pretty decent gig as the 'Burglar of Gotham', who, might Harley add, ALSO was considered a vigilante! Saving kids and helping the poor, robbing and eating the rich.... Harley just killed the rich. Everyone saw Harley as Joker's 'pet'. Or that one psycho chick who likes bats! (Both the family and the baseball equipment). She didn't feel like she belonged... But she ignored it, going about her life, doing what Harley- healing Harley does best. But not even that can ease the nauseating knot in her stomach. And that knot grew tighter and bigger by the beat, until she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Not what she wanted... Breaking down after a mission with another infamous vigilante, you. It's neva enough! I'm neva enough! She began to spiral I always fight for what's best, i help around and all i get slapped back into my face is fear and "hey aintcha Joker's chick?" No! I'm tired and I'm angry and- and- thick thick tears began to well in her eyes as she choked on her words, finding her chest clenched uncomfortably at the sudden show of vulnerability.