It became very apparent very quickly that the sightings of Harley were more than just that. That she was actually here. It was apparent because Bruce found himself looking down at the top of her head.
She was being awfully still for what he knew of her.
It worried him momentarily. Worried him that she'd changed. Adapted. Like Jack had changed and adapted. Bruce remembered what he'd been told once. That Jack Napier wasn't insane, that he was supersane. That he was capable of being anything at any time, whenever he needed. He could change himself to suit what needed to be.
But then she started getting twitchy. He almost felt relieved. She wasn't like Jack. He didn't really need two of them in this place. Though, her being here was bad enough.
His eyes followed her gaze to the truck, and he shook his head. She really hadn't changed at all, had she? That got a bit of a smile out of him.
Before she could make her move, he dropped down quietly deeper in the alley.
"Harley." He said quietly. It might startle her anyway, but at least he wasn't dropping down and shouting boo.