Jack felt himself getting angry. Harley, his Harl was in this city and nobody had thought enough to tell him. She was out there, roaming around, when she could be here, with him, doing some good, or at the very least making him some goddamned popcorn.
"Know her?" Jack sneered. "That, you idiot, is Harley Quinn."
One more question popped into his head.
"Is this the first time that you've run into her? Did you know about her previous to this little outing?"