"Yeah....ya know, how he was- ooooh. Ya don't know." Harley smirked and stared at Barbara before laughing a little and taking another drink. "This 'different universe' thing's got me tripped out! Yeah, where I come from, the Man of Steel got his clocked clean by the Bats- or at least, he had something' to do with it."
Okay, that was not exactly true. But that's how Joker and Harley liked to tell it. "Big fight went down after Superman was accused of blowin' up a bunch of politicians or somethin'. It was great! Had a massive funeral and everything!"
Harley seemed entirely too happy about the notion of Superman being dead.
"Ooo, yes! Dancin' is fun." But friends? Harley hadtheJoker. That was all she needed. Well, then again, she'd met the boys... And now that was more complicated than ever. Were they friends? Nah.
"I read. You believe that? But I do. How about you? You don't seem like the kinda girl that has a lotta girlfriend- no offense." Barbara was cute and all, but there was definitely something about her demeanor.