Singing. That wasn't so bad. It wasn't so great either, but at least she wasn't maiming anyone. And it did seem to be working as a distraction. No one seemed to be particularly questioning the strange wind that kept blowing through or the mysterious appearance of a pizza that nobody ordered.
This kidnapping attempt was so pathetic, Bruce was almost inclined to help them. Almost.
Instead, he listened appreciatively to Harley's song, clapping a little when he heard some strange popping from upstairs. The combat must have started.
"Lovely, Miss Harley, simply lovely. Bravo!" he applauded.