“Get off! Get off!” It was not as though Harley was a wilting flower that needed protection. And any coddling she required, she asked for. Getting fallen on by some putz who first ruined her night, then wouldn’t give her the info she wanted, that wasn’t something she was looking for.
With elbows and knees and any other sharp and hard part of her body, she pushed and shoved to get the guy offa her. She had priorities, here, and then went as such: a.) get her man and b.) get what her man wanted. Since the butterflies seemed to know where Mr. J was, what better reuniting gift could she offer her Puddin’ than the Bat?
But by the time she’d managed to wiggle free from her would-be rescuer, all she got to see was the swish of his cape. She really freakin’ hated it when he did that. That cape thing. It was just plain irritating. Not being a quitter, and really wanting to make this reunion with Joker special, Harley scrambled after the fleeing shadow. Even though she knew there was little chance she could catch up.
Little chance didn’t mean none though, so it wasn’t until she reached the top of the building to find it totally bare that she conceded defeat. Kicking some loose pebbles, she swore, and after a moment she started back down. Those stupid butterflies better still be there, or she was going to be really peeved.