She glared at him, really, really wishing she could bite him. Then again, she would probably get rabbies if she tried. "I am still the same little happy psychopath you know and love, I just have a life outside crime, shocking as that is." She didn't bother denying her love of the opera, she did love what she did, the praise, the applause, her name on everyone's lips.
It was perfect for a narcissist like herself.
"If you harm one hair on my head, you won't live to see the end of it," she warned, a smirk curling over her lips at the thought of what Bruce would do when he found out. "I didn't suddenly change my name to Harley, I'm not your punching bag."