WELL, HARLEY SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER, REALLY, she knew this. She didn't need anyone to tell her ‘ they told her so ’ ... and if they did, she'd be sure to rip their tongues out of their skulls. Grizzly murders she could cope with, the shame of being emancipated from the man she has killed for, the shame of begging and pleading for someone that thought her as expendable, that she could not handle. The bastard didn't even do it himself — one of his henchmen tossed her out of the house, left her with nothing but the clothes on her back and the aliases she used. From everything to nothing in a matter of seconds had her feeling as if she had finally hit rock bottom. Petty thievery, house squatting, anything if it meant keeping herself alive. That's not to say she didn't think about the possible ways to redeem herself; to show she was more than just a pretty face and brains.
Except ... fuck Mister J. Harley decided she could survive on her own; find herself after sacrificing all sense of herself in the name of love. The only issue that she had was the loss of immunity she had with the psychotic bastard. Their split hadn't been publicly announced, and she was avoiding it, knowing very well that there would be backlash. Those she had wrong would be aiming for her throat, much like she had with theirs. So, she formulated a plan: get back behind bars. Earn herself a name separate from the Joker. Reclaiming Harley Quinn. The birds of prey had helped, gave her meaning to a life she thought was anything but meaningful. It wasn't enough, would anything be enough?
Crashing her vehicle into a bank, she was arrested and charged a magnitude of crimes, and resulted in her readmission into Belle Reve. Ah, the good old days with the good old memories — she knew she wouldn't be here long. One mistake was all it took. To her delight, she was reassigned back into Task Force X, and now here she was, reunited with an old friend. “ Done with all this? Never! Couldn't leave ya behind to have all the fun now, could I? ” she cackles. With a skip in her step, she follows the other man toward the room which held their belongings for their newest objective. But ... something's off. The tone of his voice and his words gave him away, and her eyes narrow, tilting her head.
“ You sound disappointed. You ain't happy that I returned? ” Harley pouts, shuffling to her own trunk that held her belongings in it. Thankfully, with her streak of luck, she managed to get her hands on all the high quality shit. Despite that, the feeling of dread that her former accomplice in crime no longer liked her was beginning to irk her. Then he struck a nerve. She would like to think that she was slowly getting seen as separate from the Joker, but from the sounds of it, that wasn't the case.
“ I don't need Mister J, thank you ” she grumbles, retrieving the fluorescent coloured clothes out from the trunk and glaring over her shoulder. “ What's the stick up the ass for, huh? Pissed that I didn't come back sooner? ” she pries, it's what she does best. If Harley didn't get an answer from him now, she knows it'd continue to bother her throughout their time together. Man, this fucking sucked.
