She hoped they didn't talk about the dreams. Helena would think she really was crazy if she had to talk about Arkham, Mr. J, and Bats. People that dressed up like flying mammals and beat up crime? Yeaaaaaah. Actually, she wondered how she could find out if other people dreamed of Gotham City. She'd seen a few things hadn't she?
Right, lets not run over the nice valet. She hit the brakes and gave her an apologetic smile.
Hopping out of the car, Harley started to rush into the restaurant, then changed the rush into a saunter. She could do this. There were parts of her dream-persona she really liked - the fun Harley that she liked to be on weekends. She pushed open the doors with a flourish and gave the host a cheeky smile. "I think my date's already here, be a doll and lead the way."