[color=#FF0000]Throwing chairs was, well, improvised, given Harley needed a way to take an easy lunge for the gun. It didn't matter whether the odds were in her favor, or not for getting her hands back on the fire-arm. For now the feeling of knowing she were at an obvious disadvantage and faced with one of her old enemies, served to be motivating enough to make her take bigger risks. If she didn't fight back, then she was already beaten. It wasn't exactly outside her character to scramble for the first easy thing she might able to use, when it came to keeping bats and birds of prey at bay. 

Nightwing was faster then her, as much as he were much more witty and prepared for the whole situation. Nightwing had tools, training, experience when it came to dealing with these kind of situations and Harley played a game much more based on luck and chance, never sort of breaking any transparent rules or formalities that might come into play. The worst thing that could happen was that she'd miss the gun and he'd get a hold of it first. He'd probably disarm the weapon, making it an inefficient means of turning the situation in her favor. When did Harley Quinn ever have the situation in her favour when it came to feuding off just about any of Batman's extended family members?

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"You know, I seem to remember this outstanding warrant for you arrest... along with a waiting cell at Arkham. Ring any bells?"[/color] [/quote]

It didn't help that Nightwing was playing at all his usual formalities of abiding by a code that had been taught to him by some certain other people Harley was never on very good terms with. [i]Not even five minutes into their confrontation and already he was threatening her with the padded cell and warrants for her arrests.. She wasn't going back to Arkham! Not when Joker was still alive..[/i] [color=white][i][b]“What else is new Night-freak? It doesn't matter what you say.. IM NOT GOING BACK TO ARKHAM!"[/b][/i][/color] She'd denounce Nightwing's threat and just let the rush of the moment take influence in forcing her hand.

Whatever the outcome, Quinn was set on obtaining the weapon. She'd dash forward, hoping the distraction would be enough to slow Nightwing in his reaction to pulling the weapon from her reach. Throwing the chair was entirely a diversion and even if she wanted to hit Nightwing with it, her aim was well off by a large distance. Springing forward in a frantic attempt to grab the gun, Harley's fingers would snatch and reach for the grip of the weapon a moment before the gas propelled rope claw, snatched the weapon from her reach and any fantastical hope she had about forcing Nightwing under the point of the barrel and handling the situation how she'd prefer. 

At first she felt surprised by the sight of the gun slipping right out from the near tip of her fingers, up until she'd watch the gun reel away from her, at the snatch of Nightwing's grapple gadget. [i]She should have known better by now..[/i] It only took a moment for that surprise to diminish into a light growl of response at the sight of seeing Nightwing catch the gun under his boot and dispose of the weapons former efficiency. Harley felt baffled by the idea of seeing her former toy broken by Nightwing's retrieve of the weapon.

For a minute, she'd just stare over at the gun feeling near devastated by the idea of seeing just how easily he had taken it's addition out of the situation. A second later she'd stand up straight and expel an impatient huff of displeasure. She'd point out to Nightwing where he stood across from her, as her cheeks pouted in annoyance. [color=white][i][b]“See, this is why I can't have nice things.. Cuz people like you always gotta ruin em for me!”[/b][/i][/color] She'd start, as her attention slowly shifted from Nightwing and elsewhere in a display of inevitable disapproval. She'd shrug a moment later, as her expression became bland with all the disdain in the world. [color=white][i][b]“I wasn't gonna shot ya, I was just gonna give you's a warning shot was all.. You know, sorta shake ya up a bit.. How else am I suppose to get ya to listen? You bat-creeps don't hear all that well unless you have motivation too.”[/b][/i][/color] A dull crossing of her arms at her stomach ensued next, before Nightwing would speak back to her.

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"I think that's a great idea Harley, glad you suggested it."[/color] [color=white]He pushed the chair towards her across the floor and pointed at it, indicating she should sit.[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"Let's talk. How's the clown doing these days? Healthy? In good humour? Because I really need to find him and if he is all those things, to change that."[/color] [/quote]

[i]Of course he'd say that..[/i] The longer Harley stood there waiting for Nightwing to make his next move, the more irritable she found herself becoming. He spoke, causing her to break from the former light cradle of her arms at her tummy in a loud huff of her expiring patience. Harley's hands would ball into fists, as she'd grumble in discontent and start to break down into a childish fit. [color=white][i][b]“Why can't you BAT-CREEPS, juss leave me alone! This doesn't even concern you! It's like every time I do ANYTHING, one of you comes running! I didn't even hurt anyone this time.. Well, not to bad.. Arrghhh!”[/b][/i][/color] Apparently taking a bat to some ones skull was getting off easy with Harley Quinn. Well, that and the fact that killing the few living goons left lying about the warehouse wasn't exactly a viable option with Nightwing standing in her way. It didn't help that the chair came sliding over to her in the middle of the fit, gently bumping into her front. Eyes turning in spiteful response back over to the black and blue clad nuisance across the room, Harley would roll her eyes and snap down into the middle of the chair. Did she really have a choice by this point? At least he got her to sit and cut her tantrum short, that was a start.

Complying with Nightwing's suggestion was one thing, but flattering him with all the details about Joker was something well beyond her intentions. As a matter of fact, the mention of Joker only caused her to return a look of shadowy resentment back to the one asking. [color=white][i][b]“That's a very good question..”[/b][/i][/color] A light teasing of the answer sung forth from her lips. Clearly Harley didn't have the direct answers that Dick might have been looking for, but before allowing him to ask any more, she felt the need to further explain why. [color=white][i][b]“You better lay off the clown Night-brain, otherwise you're really going to give me a real reason to want to hurt ya and I can tell's ya, it ain't gonna be why ya think it is.. Not like you know anything about that at all..!”[/b][/i][/color] It was an interesting answer, given Harley seemed to show no opposition to the idea of Nightwing wanting to track her ex boyfriend down. That said, that wasn't Nightwing's job to do. [i]This was a much more personal matter..[/i]

Another moment of letting the unorthodox terms of her response sit between them, caused Harley to shift back against the spine of the chair with a bored frown. She'd move both hands to her side, pinning them to the sides of the chair, as her attention wandered slowly about the room, as she tried to forget about Nightwing wanting to find Joker before her. That's when she got a very curious idea. [color=white][i][b]“You know, it's kinda funny you'd be askin me this, since I haven't been in Gotham for the last little while.. Not since Joka tried to kill me anyway's..”[/b][/i][/color] She'd start to reveal the true reasoning for causing the commotion that she did, as well as give Nightwing a much clearer answer to what her business with ruining Joker's little hide-outs, was all about. [color=white][i][b]“He said he had this bright idea right? Turns out that bright idea involved him tryin to kill me.. WHO WOULDA GUESSED?! Along with your little Bat-freak of friend.. Guess he left the part out where he left me to die.. huh?! That's funny right? No! It ain't funny at all!”[/b][/i][/color] A light sniffling would commence. Harley got a grip of herself a moment later, lashing out in anger instead of letting her despair get the better of her judgment. [color=white][i][b]“BUT IT DOESN'T MATTA! Im gonna repay him personally for causing me so much trouble.. Just think, all the years of-.. Oh, I can't wait to see my Puddin again.. real soon..”[/b][/i][/color] She'd finish providing her answer, before turning her attention back to Nightwing entirely. The vengeful intentions of her mood were clear as day. As was that particular bitterness that seemed to coat her voice the more she talked about Joker. For once in her life, Harley Quinn wasn't joking around, or trying to play one of her enemies for a fool.[/color]