Harley flipped from the cake to land in front of their target, toting the netgun on her shoulder. As she came before Bruce, she offered her biggest and brightest smile. "Ain't ya just charming? I'd stay if I could but we got us a date." She moved to pick the playboy up much like a prince would carry a distressing damsel. "Move it, tramps, she growled at Alfred as she began to carry the birthday boy to the getaway van.
Everyone stared and Harley took the opportunity to twirl and pose for her adoring audience. When she reached the doors to the kitchen, she turned out to the crowds. "Say goodbye, Bruce!" And with one last spin, she pushed through the doors to the safety of their pastry van.