[color=#FF0000]She meant every last word of what she said, even if saying it felt somewhat unusual to her. Harley always had spirit, it was probably one her best qualities in fact, but being some kind of flawless butt-kicking super heroine, was far from the sort of person Harley Quinn had been. Despite knowing that, she also wasn't exactly as meek and fragile as most made her out to be. Harley was a fighter, someone with experience, but enough experience to have her easily handle the current situation without some trouble.

For a moment that fierce glint in her ocean blue yes, seemed to shift each which way at the trio of unfriendly goons closing in on her. Even if she were outnumbered and probably at somewhat of an obvious disadvantage, she wasn't going to make this easy for them. [i]Nobody was going to get off easy.. Not any more![/i] 

Harley's grip around the bat tightened, her fingers locking in tough embrace against the fresh red and black painted steel of the bat, as she'd quickly assert herself in the exposure of her position. Standing in the middle off the room gave her vantage, but it also left her at another detriment of being unable to really use anything around the room to her advantage. She of course had agility, acrobatics, in her favour of skill-set, but managing three goons at once wasn't exactly her regular every day morning routine. [i]Handling one of them would be easy, but the other two..-![/i]

Harley's attempt to formulate a plan ended at the call of a certain important somebody's voice, she hadn't been expecting to show up. [i]That voice.. She couldn't forget that voice..! It damn made her want to rip her ears off..[/i] Throwing her attention across the room, Harley would make quick work of putting a name to the uninvited vigilante who decided to crash her little homecoming party. [i]It could have been anyone.. Anyone had at all, but it had to be one of Bat-brains annoying little friends! UGH![/i]

Nightwing jumped into the little feud without hesitation, serving to provide a solution to the somewhat of overwhelming problem Harley felt faced with at that particular moment. Of course, he did all that with some snarky remark about playing hero to a damsel that hardly felt like she wanted to be in distress. [i]She was past that! She didn't come back to Gotham to be Joker's special little eye candy any more..![/i] All Nightwing's commentary did was stir her mood up and cause her to feel a certain spark of adrenaline kick in. Maybe this what she needed? You know, having him, or someone like him there to really jog her mood and push her that extra mile that always made her such an irritable menace in the past.

[color=white][i][b]“And I’ve never been the sort to favor Dark Knights is shining ARMOR!”[/b][/i][/color] She'd rebut, totally out of opportunity of turning Nightwing's comment, inside out. She had a point. It wasn't like Harley Quinn had a soft spot for the valiant little birds and bats of Gotham, so why wouldn't she express her inimical thanks for being “saved”, by one of the only kinds of people she would had never expected to have her back. 

No matter the reason for Nightwing's intrusion, he had proven useful, as much as he had amusing to watch in the act of seeing him make easy work of the other two unlucky goons that clearly wouldn't be getting a piece of good ole Harley Quinn after all. [i]That left one-![/i] Harley didn't even get to finish the thought before her perturbed reaction of seeing Nightwing step up for her, quickly turned back to the only bruiser left in the room. Another big guy, more muscle then brains no doubt. Useful for things that didn't require much thinking, but terrible at just about everything else. Muscle head was upfront with showing his hostile regard for the bedazzled blonde jester in front of him. He took a mean swipe at her with his hands, trying to grapple her in some cruel smashing of both his fists together, as if to pop the crimson dressed blonde, like some sort of literal cherry. Harley was faster then him, or at least, fast enough to avoid the collision of being turned into red pudding. 

The way she evaded the attack was more of an improvised maneuver, rather then an actual clean dodge. She'd lean back, her spine arching and her head pushing from the reach of the swipe in front of her. Both of his hands flew right over her completely missing, as Harley tried to collect her balance in the light stagger of losing it. Dodging the hit was one thing, but staying on her feet was something else entirely. She fell over, gently backwards and on to the cushion of her perky little red and black clad butt. She lost her grip of both hands around the bat, only managing to hold on to her weapon with one instead. 

Sitting in front of the titan of man in front and staring up at him in a gentle blend of confusion and annoyance, motivated her to do the first clever thing that came to her mind. Frankly she didn't like people trying to kill her and especially not people she used to order around like dogs. For a brief second she'd just stare up in curious ill-tempered observation of the man and forget about Nightwing altogether.  Both hands slapped down to the shape of her hips, as a tense pout of aggravation came to show on her lips. Next she'd just raise a single foot up and ram her boot as hard as she possibly could into the goons balls in front of her. [i]That outta hurt..![/i]

He squealed like a pig and Harley only threw on a satisfied smug smile. She didn't just quite end her cheap shot on her opponent there either, using his shock to her advantage, she'd flip up in yet another acrobatic flip and take a mean old slug off the side off the goon's skull, sending him crashing into the ground with a loud ding of a sound.
[h3][color=fff200]DING![/color][/h3]
[color=white][i][b]“Ouu! THAT OUTTA HURT!”[/b][/i][/color] She'd mock, feeling a sense of accomplishment in seeing her last problem sink into the floor of the small warehouse. [color=white][i][b]“See, I told ya's not to mess with me.. It's to bad you all ain't that good at hearin.. Not like that's the majority of your problems anymore..”[/b][/i][/color] Would be her final words to the lump of a man crumbled at her feet, before she'd swing a sharp kick into his side and her face became plagued by scowling contempt. 

Turning her attention over to the only other conscious player left on the board, Harley's look of disregard, transformed into a look of sharp irritation. [color=white][i][b]“Ha ha.. you's so funny Night-brain.. Even if I wanted to tell ya's and I DON'T! Why would I even answer a question like that?”[/b][/i][/color] She'd rebut in ill-will response, before casually resting her blood dipped bat against the size of her shoulder. [color=white][i][b]“Besides, it ain't none of your business what Im doin..”[/b][/i][/color] She'd start in showing nothing short but disinterest in showing Nightwing any manners. [color=white][i][b]“Never really was for that matta!”[/b][/i][/color] She'd finish, as her tone spiked into a brief fluctuation of blatant animosity.

Once she finished speaking in her own defence, she'd slowly lean slightly forward towards Nightwing across the room. [i]He was a safe distance away right? He wasn't going to try anything funny right?[/i] Even when Harley Quinn desired to be difficult with unexpected bat or bird dressed company, she always felt a light falter in her confidence, being around these types of people. Whether Nightwing here realized that or not, wasn't so important, so long as he'd stay where he was and keep his damn hands off her. [color=white][i][b]“What about you's huh? Whatca doing stalking around me? IM SUPPOSE TO BE A SECRET!”[/b][/i][/color] She let it slip, despite not realizing that he already probably pieced that all together. Nightwing had been the first person to see Harley alive since, well, Batman up and vanished.

The longer she found herself standing there across from him assuming the worst, the more she realized just how finicky it was making her feel. Harley kept the stern address of her chilly gaze pinned to Nightwing, up until she realized that staring at him wasn't really helping calm her down. Instead of being able to maintain her cool, her attention slowly shifted from the black and blue clad nuisance in front of her and towards the big gun she formerly had the displeasure of losing, when she walked in the front door and was turned into a frisbiee. It wasn't far, close enough for her to reach, if she made a run for it, the only problem was the gun was right in the middle of the room, between the both of them. That would prove to make things tricky, given Harley Quinn knew better then to try and pull a fast one against Gotham's vigilantes. [i]If she did this wrong, Night-brain could easily turn this situation around on her.. Unless..[/i]

Harley's brief slip of showing the obvious intention of trying to pull some cheap stunt that would earn her the gun, slipped away temporarily, as her gaze quickly shifted around the room. It didn't take long to find something to use, something close and something very much in her style of humor and action. Harley only shifted from the former lean and turned her back slowly to Nightwing in a light disconcerted withdrawal. It was an act, but Dick might have known that already.

Turning on her heels with a light humming of a rather nonrhythmic tune, sung out in the distinctive pitch of her squeaky little voice, Harley put her cheap plan into motion. [color=white][i][b]“But hey.. I guess you can't blame me for spillin the beans.. Considering you've always been the sort to not keep secrets! But dun worry, it;s okay.. Someone's gotta know right, better you then BAT-FREAK! Ouop! Did I say that out loud, I didn't mean to try n make you's jealous or anything.. but I must say..”[/b][/i][/color] The former poor innocence in her expression slipped away, the minute she'd reach over for a small little chair sitting in front of her. She were trying to conceal it, disguise what she had planned, but Dick was probably a lot smarter then that. [color=white][i][b]“If it bothers you so much, why don't we sit down and talk all about it?”[/b][/i][/color] Thus came the punch line of the joke, before Harley easily turned on her heels and threw the tiny chair across the room. The funny thing was that Harley had hardly tried to be precise with her aim, instead throwing the thing wildly in some witty attempt to cause enough of a distance to run for the gun.

[i][b][color=white]“HEADS UP NIGHT-BRAIN! He he!”[/color][/b][/i] She'd exclaim, before running for the gun and hoping to get there before Dick might be able to shut her down.[/color]