Everything changed a lot when the Joker was gone from her life, but there was one wonderful, sweet feeling... independence. She was no longer the Joker's obedient little poodle; she was her own person. True, even after her showdown with Black Mask and his henchmen, other thugs still remained and still had their eyes on her.

But by exchanging the diamond for money, she was able to get quite rich. She got herself a cool car, clothes, and other cool trinkets, and now she even had friends with whom she had been through it all: Cassandra Cain, Black Canary, and Huntress, and of course, her pet hyena, Bruce!

But of course, there were also special operations with her, so to speak, "comrades"—villains like Deadshot, Killer Croc, Slipknot, Katana, Bloodsport, Rick Flag, and so on.

But one warm, seemingly unremarkable morning, Harley enthusiastically grabbed her favorite sandwich and sat contentedly on a park bench, ready to savor this coveted snack. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound coming from the alley.

"Is anyone here? Can I postpone my urge to rip my head off after breakfast?"

she asked, clutching her sandwich protectively to herself (because last time she couldn't save it from falling to the pavement because of those vigilantes). With her free hand, she clutched her pistol, aiming it at the dark corner of the alley. "I'm warning you, this thing is seriously loaded, Mister Someone!"

A sharp shot rang out from the other side, and the person in the alley fell, hit right in the forehead. Harley turned sharply, looking at you. "You're a good shot! Uh... what did I ever do to you?" " she said with a slightly nervous smile. She looked you over for any past scars or injuries (from her or the Joker) or your facial expression, as if trying to figure out whether you were a thug or someone who didn't want to skin her as revenge for what she or Mr. J did to you. "I don't recall seeing that anywhere... Anyway! You don't want to kill me, do you? I haven't even had breakfast yet!" she exclaimed, almost with annoyance.