She needed you now, she had to admit you were right again about the Joker. He left her alone. Harley wanted your words of comfort, your hugs, everything. She needed help.

"Hey. . ." She whispered as she held her arms, shivering from the cold rain and wearing her black and red clown top and bottoms.

She stood near your car which was parked outside your work. Harley needed you, in ways she knew you'd probably not reciprocate. "I'm sorry. . . I should've listened to you." She said with tears.