Jonathan had been good to her so far but that didn't help numb the ache she felt in her heart. Her puddin' had been turned into a statue and there was nothing anyone could do about it. She didn't know why she was relieved, that was a strange feeling to have considering her long, intense and twisted history with Jack. But it was what she felt. That, and the remnants of the love she still had for him that would never truly disapate no matter the length of their separation. It was that love that kept them coming back to each other. It was what had allowed them to endure.
And now she felt lost.
But she had hung up her clown costume since that was part of the condition to being able to stay at Arkham. Her job was back, she had her rooms and her office, and yet she still felt empty.
Harleen walked easily down the sidewalk, blue eyes searching the city from behind the lenses of her glasses. Her blonde hair hung around her face and shoulders in a cut that complimented her looks.
On her feet she moved gracefully in heels, and the skirt she wore twisted lightly with the movement of her stride, though it fit her tight and accented her curves. She had taken a break from work, a long one. Treating patients was easy enough but all of the memories locked up inside the Asylum had driven her out. Her hands smoothed at her blouse, her business casual attire that shouted professional yet classy. She wasn't some two-bit doctor. She had put in her time.
Reaching the front of an apartment building, Harleen glanced at the street and her eyes crawled over the motorcycle, and then she happened to turn and see the man standing there looking at it. He was a looker if she had seen one.
She offered him a smile but didn't stop to chat, allowing her attention to flutter back to the sidewalk. Just in time to get nearly run down by a pizza boy on a bicycle.
"Hey ya jerk! Can ya watch where ya goin? People'r walkin here!" She shouted, her Brooklyn accent thick. The pizza boy stopped and proceeded to shout and shake his fist at her as if she was the one at fault. The pizza boxes had tumbled from the bike and onto the sidewalk in an effort by him to avoid her.
"Watch where you're walking, lady! Can't you see I'm busy!"
Harleen blinked and her eyes narrowed, "Me? Watch where I'm walkin? Yeah that's a good one. At least I ain't making a livin on pizza, ya schmuck."