Harleen's head tilted back as his lips met her flesh, and her body trembled. "Yours," she breathed, labored. Her heart raced and her muscles tightened with pleasure. "I'm on ya side. I promise."
Her fingers dug into his hair, palms fisting at the strands. She wrenched her eyes closed and took a deep breath. Her ties with Joker were void as long as he was in the statue. And it was safer to side with Jonathan. With Arkham. Safer for everyone.