"No. No you aren't, princess. If you were, we would not be here. But when Crane, who hates the very soul of you, suggests I guide you back, you know you're in trouble. You have stepped outside the bounds of what we're trying to build here. You'll get lost in that sappy world of yours."
Jack had no doubt that he'd have people to face when he harmed the girl in front of him. But he had no fear of it. He'd been sitting at the Bat's knee for punishment for the whole of his career. He had the Black Canary out there hunting for him, with her little band of misfits in tow.
A couple more threats didn't mean very much to him.
She wasn't Harley. Nobody could ever be Harley. She annoyed the shit out of him, but he held her dear to his heart as well. He worked better without her interference, and yet he missed her. He wanted her back and wanted her dead all at the same time.
"It's funny." He pulled out a pearl handled straight razor. "How you think there's going to be any punching."