Harley was a good judge of people, well, okay, except for that one time with the Joker but everyone was entitled to having an 'off day' and Harley wasn't picking up any interest at all in Misty to her flirtations.
Harley gave a mental shrug. It didn't mean she was giving up. She would just try again once she was out of her costume and had the white face off. Maybe the woman just wasn't into clowns?
And if she still didn't show any interest?
There were plenty of other fish in the sea. A saying Harley hated as she had this thing with fish but it didn't change the fact that Harley liked to swing both ways.
If she couldn't find a woman who might be interested she would move on to see what kind of male populace this place had.
One thing was for sure, she couldn't do as worse as she did when she picked the Joker all those years ago.
Well, okay. Mr. Stiffy at the cemetery was definitely a close runner up to the Joker as being a horrible choice. Man or woman, Harley had one standard. They had to be living.
"This could be the start of a beautiful friendship Misty. Lead on."