The sight of him caused Harley to sigh wistfully. Even the drab uniform of Arkham could not shatter his perfection. Especially when he smiled. "The keys?" she asked, momentarily disappointed that that was all he asked for. "Oh! The keys! B-R-B!" She skipped away from the bars, prying off the stolen guard uniform as she went. A flash of black, red, and purple were all that could be seen and it became clear that the majority of the bulk of the uniform came not from her outfit, but his infamous purple suit.
The keys were easy to pull from the collapsed body of the guard and Harley came spinning back into sight, jingling the ring musically. "Here we go, puddin'! I got the keys, your suit, a rubber chicken, and li'l all me all ready to go!" The heavy locked clinked back as she turned the key to his cell and pushed it open. The moment the doorway was clear, she held her arms out to welcome his warm embrace that was sure to come, a part of his suit in each eager hand.