Skipping made Harley feel carefree. She took a breath, a deep breath, and barked a laugh out at the blaring sirens behind her. Her eyes filled with water as she basked in that split second of joy, a coveted thing as of late, desperate to hold on to it. But, like everything else that crossed her path, it fluttered just out of her grasp like a capricious Monarch in a spring breeze.
A tear coursed it's way down a painted cheek unbeknownst to her. Her lips parted into a wide smile, one that made the muscles of her face ache, one Jack would have been proud of. Before she got too far from the destroyed window something caught her attention.
The sounds ceased and the moment shattered abruptly as Harley ground to a halt, almost flying forward from her feet with the sudden jolt. She knelt down for a moment, scooped a flyer up from the sidewalk and held it in her fingers curiously as she stood up again. Some weird lady peered up at her from the flyer, a handsome creation of temptation it was. The City Opera, it said. That was fairytale garbage. Curling her fingers into a fist, Harley rumpled the paper as violently as one could in display of such an action and she tossed the wad of paper over a shoulder without another glance.
"Nobody believes in fairy tales anymore anyway...." She commented to herself loudly. Betraying herself, Harley's bottom lip pushed outward in a pout, a thing child-like and innocent, "Who needs 'em....just a buncha lies. There ain't princes anymore. Nobody gets nothin. Deservin' people don't get ta be happy."
She sniffled, then refocused at the sound of wings.
Tilting her head, another child-like action, almost an exaggerated motion, she eyed the big black bird as it flew and chattered before seeing the woman. She was tall, carried herself in a manner that spoke volumes. Harley narrowed her eyes instantly forgetting her woes, watching the woman admirably. "Ya look lost."