"Harley is your name?" Misty shrugged. A name was a name. She wasn't one to judge. "I can honestly say none of those ring any bells. Except maybe Joker, but I don't think you mean the one in a deck of cards. But the names sound like something from an old detective film." Most people might start writing Harley off as crazy by now, but Misty had the tendency to take people at face value, not out of naivety, but out of respect for their beliefs. Who was she to claim they were wrong?
"I've never heard of Gotham City." Mist admitted. She was a somewhat traveled young woman, but it rang no bells for her. "Is that in Canada?" She would have said Europe, but Harley's accent was not at all European. "As for where you're at, you're in Red Oak, Delaware. I'm Misty Vale by the way."