Most people might have been a bit perturbed to find themselves in a new dimension for the first time. But Harley? She was ready for the vacation. The police weren't trying to arrest her, the bad guys weren't trying to kill her, and the good guys weren't trying to do whatever good guys were trying to do when they were punching her in the face or saving her from drowning or putting explosives in her neck.
Typical good guy stuff.
Probably.
When Harley saw the pretty blonde at the bar, she jumped him from behind, hands clamped on his shoulders, smile beaming at him just in his peripheral vision. He was interesting in a hard boiled, PI sort of way.
"I wasn't actually sure it was you. That could have been real awkward." Harley nodded her head, overly solemn, red smile still painted on. The punchline was Harley was awkward anyway. Or was it that she still wasn't sure it was him? Or that she would have said the same thing if he wasn't and just went with it. Take your pick.
Releasing his shoulders, Harley took the seat next to him. Thankfully no one happened to be occupying that seat, or she would have fixed that, too. And she hadn't even started drinking yet.