Harley Quinn was treating herself in the high-end fashion districts of the City. She had shopping bags and her casual red sequin roller blades (screw what the clerks thought, she had money!). She just bought some intimates for whenever her baby got out of prison. Outside of the store, she was smacking her gum when Helena landed in front of her, throwing that ugly word.

"Uh, 'xcuse you?" She cocked her eyebrow at this strange lady. "If you're lookin' for the club lately, those don't open 'till late."