[color=#FF0000]Nightwing was probably the last person Harley Quinn ever expected to be coming clean with, not like she had many other people willing and waiting to hear any of what she had said. Running into him how she did and when she did was unexpected, but not quite as unexpected as him, or one of his allies popping up to ruin some kind of mediocre plan she were trying to commit too. However, having her crusade for revenge crashed sooner then later, was just bound to happen eventually. Better now then later of course, for her sake mostly.

What else could she really do besides try to comply with Nightwing's suggestions? It was either that, or get involved into another storm of a mess and more then likely wind up in the back of an armoured GCPD van and go three steps back from where she wanted to be in Gotham City. Dissolving into the depth of her thoughts, Harley began to consider the circumstances of spilling her rough plan in trying to get a cheap pity leech out of the caped crusaders former side kick. [i]Was that what this was? A pity grab? From Nightwing? Ewwww![/i] The thought of it brought  a certain sour flavouring to her lips, causing her to stick out her tongue in all immature and sickened display. To Nightwing, she probably just looked like she were being her usual old crazy self, courtesy of Joker's hand in making her the wild ball of energy she were now. 

Mostly unarmed, other then baring the red and black steel bat she still possessed in hand, Quinn knew fighting wasn't really her best option. Out played, out thought and so many more things that would easily work against her favor, Harley had try to come to some sort of alternative, even if part of her straight wanted to turn her head on the offer presented to her. Thinking about anything positive that related to The Bat, or any of his friends, only made her feel dizzy in the head. You the know, the kind of dizzy you got when you felt sick, or nausea at the thought letting a do-gooder try to heckle you into being some sort of anti-hero. [i]Harley Quinn.. anti-hero-? [color=662d91]That actually sounds like a good place to-[/color] SHHHH! I didn't ask you docta lady![/i] It wasn't like there were many good things she could trace when it came to trying to give any of Gotham's dark knights their silver lining, or uncredited benefits when it came to her even attempting to fancy just about anything they did. [i]These were the people that hurt Joker.. The people that used to make her want to-! [color=662d91]You're not that person anymore..[/color] Oh bother..[/i] Harley concluded that this was just a really big personal matter about holding down a really big and particularly outdated grudge. In a fantasy world, she would have told Nightwing to take a hike, before she'd threaten to blow his head clean off. Unfortunately living in a fantasy world seemed to be anything that Harley Quinn had felt much interest in as of lately, since the former source of that fantasy living was now the only thing in the world she wanted to snuff out more then just about any Bat, or bird dressed weirdo that came crashing into her business. And such personal business it was..

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"Listen Harley, no one is as glad as me to hear you're keen to stick it to the man with the green hair, really. And while I'm glad to hear you want to go and ram one of his jokes down his throat, you've clearly got no more of an idea where he is than I do. Now we could do the whole thing where we fight and you end up in a GCPD van heading to Arkham... or you can help me find the Joker and I'll help you force feed him his own funnies."[/color]

[color=white]Nightwing extended a hand and gave his best winning smile. To be extremely modest, it was pretty damn winning. [/color][color=dodgerblue]"I know it's a lot to think about but this is limited time offer, I'm in something of a rush. So what do you say, want to be signed in a vigilante deputy for the night?"  [/color][/quote]

Nightwing proposed some sort of truce, as temporary as it were, it actually made Harley contemplate the possibility of it. This had nothing to do with feeling bad about causing him, or any of the other rogues associated with him trouble over the years. This was simply about taking advantage of an opportunity that were being presented to her at the time where keeping a low profile, wouldn't help her. Like that would last much longer, given how she preferred to handle personal situations. Pondering on the thought out loud in a very obnoxious, muttering of consideration, Harley would quirk a brow of doubt to the idea of trying to play nicely with Nightwing. Trying to figure out just what exactly felt right to say about her teaming up with some do-gooder bat-boy, was like trying to diffuse a very tricky bomb, one with only purely painted black wires, given to her right on the spot. [i]But what wire.. the blue wire or the red wire? How the hell am I suppose to know when there all black?! Which one makes the biggest boom!?[/i] Or was she really relating to wires at all? [i]What made Bird-brain so different then Bat-brain anyway? He'd sure just throw her in a cell without hearing a damn word more about the matter..[/i] Nightwing was beginning to make her very curious and it was only because his former mentor was entirely out of the question.

Harley would snap her fingers in declarative near comic conclusion, as if she had come up with a bright new idea. [color=white][i][b]“Ou! I kno, why don't you make yourself useful and help me find Mista J- I mean Joka? Maybe's if ya stoppin talkin about tryin to get me to cooperative witcha, then I might actually consider it? Im not sure, still thinkin about it.. All that spunk you carry yourself with, it's kinda clouding my judgement.. At the least I feel a bit flattered though.. So good job not tying me to the curb for once! I really appreciate it.”[/b][/i][/color] The former played fragile innocence in her voice slipped away, at the slight quirk of her own mocking address. She heard everything, but of course she wanted to be the one that said it, or at least think she came up with the idea. [color=white][i][b]“Cuz makin deals with Bird-brains ain't exactly within my good character!”[/b][/i][/color] A childish huff expelled from lips, as she'd slap both hands back around her chest in tight pouty cradle. She raised her chin next, turned her attention elsewhere and played into the most pretentious expression she could. [color=white][i][b]“Maybe Ill even help ya.. Tell ya's about a couple more of Joker's secrets hide outs..”[/b][/i][/color] She'd break from her former arrogant stature and point a finger back over to Nightwing in assertive declaration, other hand snapping on to her hip in a sharp arch. [color=white][i][b]“But if we are gunna work togetha then the first thing you gotta know Nightie-brain, is to respect a girls things.. I dun kno how you and batgirl used to play beat up the bad guys, but I ain't no BATGIRL! How's that little ole gal doing by the way? Been a while.. If there was anyone I had teensie-winsie respect for, then it was her.. Sorry Night-brain, it's a girl thing.”[/b][/i][/color] She'd finish in her terms of agreement, before turning her attention back to the gun under Nightwing's foot. For a moment she just stared at the gun, reconsidering the idea of trying to just ask for it back nicely, because you know, that last little statement was Harley Quinn asking nicely, or as nice as she'd get with Nightwing anyway. Then came the exhausted lapse of her own impatient ego. [color=white][i][b]“You night-creeps and your no killing rules.. No wonda you never catch a break.. And to think you's all got so many problems.. I wonda why.. Maybe if you give me my gun back then I'll consider using rubber bullets.. You got any, or am I gonna have to fight withca about burrowing em from a store? I swear I'll return em”[/b][/i][/color] Or so she said, teasing Nightwing with a mischievous wide smile. These two were bound to be off to the terms of a shaky partnership.

Harley let actions speak for her words next. She'd stand up in a snap and slowly begin to pace around Nightwing where he stood. Walking in a half circle, she'd double back with a gawk of excitement. [color=white][i][b]“So whatta say Bird-brain? Night-brain, er,  which you prefer? I really dun care.. It's all the same to me.. But I gotta know,  cuz I ain't callin you BOSS! Matta of fact, if anyone is the brains of this operation it's gonna be me.. Guess that makes you the bronze huh?”[/b][/i][/color] She'd conclude, with a devious little wink, that transformed into a grin a moment later. Harley would turn on her heels and sway her hips in sassy withdraw, moving to and stopping at the door to the hideout. Once there, she'd tilt her head back to Nightwing with a gentle glint of invitation in her expression, before gesturing to him to follow, also being curious to see if he'd throw her the gun or not. [color=white][i][b]“So where do we start? Cuz im getting real tired of just picturing Joka's head splattered all over the floor.. I've always had a bit of creative spirit no doubt, but keeping my pretty little ideas all kept up on my head isn't good for me.. That just means we gotta do whatever it takes to make Joka's skull crack open like an egg.. you think his brains are as scrambled as mine? Or maybe they're ova easy? Im curious in findin out..”[/b][/i][/color] If that wasn't enough to say she were on-board, then what else could she say? Harley Quinn spilling Joker's brains out? Maybe she really had changed, or maybe this was just the start of something that neither of them were quite ready for?[/color]