The mention of the Joker saw Harley instantly deflated. Her eyes fell on the table, finger scratching at the surface of it. Everything that followed washed over her, but was never truly absorbed. "Oh. Okay. I just-well, Eddie is...we're-" And suddenly there were tears.
Lots of tears.
Harley began to bawl into the sleeve of her shirt, mumbling incoherently as she cried out all the pain she had endured the night previous. "Mistah J is gone!" she wailed, though fortunately what followed was little more than a jumble of sobs.