[color=#FF0000]Judging by how much she said, Harley felt curious in knowing whether or not it had all registered with Nightwing. Half the things she said didn't register with her only a short few seconds after she said them, hence why she spent more time talking in circles and trying to redefine the important things to whoever it was that was listening. [i]Nightbrain was listening right? He BETTA have been LISTENTING! [color=662d91]-You really need to calm down, I think Nightwing is trying to help you..[/color][/i] There it was again! That god awful morale side of her conscience trying to talk her down into some cheap level of rationality.

[color=white][i][b]“Go away okay..”[/b][/i][/color] Harley would mouth off to, well no one, hardly even realizing she said it. Despite any of that, Dick would have probably heard it. This whole talking to herself thing was getting worse everyday, even if knowing just hearing the voice of her old self seemed to calm her down a great deal. Without Joker, she'd need someone or else something very bad might happen to her.

Harley only realized she said what she had, at the expel of the odd words spoken to no one particular individual standing among them. Whether Nightwing was following her to the door or not yet, wasn't so important. She turned on her heels, puffed a light scowl of near childish disapproval, before letting the former sourness on her face extinguish into the light smirk that she'd wear standing within the doorway. It was only at that time that she'd feel the need to response to anything Dick had said.

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"She's doing well Harley, just playing a different role than before. I'll be sure to tell her you asked after her."[/color] [color=white]Dick's words were likely barely registered by the lady mid rant. She had already launched into a new, even less helpful subject.[/color] [/quote]

[color=white][i][b]“Well ain't that good to kno.. She's still hanging out with you losa's though, so I can't imagine it's all that great.”[/b][/i][/color] She said, speaking ignorantly about the terms of a certain Barbara Gordon, who she of course, did not personal know. Leave it to Harley Quinn to always state her mind, as if she could help it even when it might have better for her to shut up. Of course Harley's mediocre gravelling of trying to figure out what was safe to discuss with Nightwing and what was not, wasn't nearly as profound in her hopes of striking the right note. Oh no, becoming friends with one of the Bats friends, that may very well take a life time for this particular woman.

Harley only went back to that adorable pouting of intolerance at the shame of knowing she wouldn't be getting her gun back. She even gestured in devastated protest from where she waited at the door, at the sight of seeing Nightwing's foot ram into the gun once again.

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"You know, I think I'm going to have to say no on that one. Take it as a sign of my masculine insecurity if you want but I'm not letting you wander around behind me with this cannon, rubber bullets or no."[/color] [color=white]It was classic Dick to wrap something people didn't want to hear in with a self-deprecating joke. [/color][/quote]

Nightwing was doing an absolutely spontaneous job at reminding Harley Quinn, what it was that made him so damn annoying, never sort of his evocative humour.[color=white][i][b]“Wha! HEY! Stop smashing my toys NIGHT-BRAIN.. ARGH.. What's a matta with you?! Didn't BATFREAK teach you any manners?!”[/b][/i][/color] She asked aloud, mostly because she saw the action of the stomp deny her any further hope of potentially getting the gun back in a decide and fair working order. A light huff relinquished from her lips, before she'd try to force herself to recall what the unspoken rules of their engagement were. Hand coming to her hip, head tilting to the side, Harley projected a look of displeasure, lacking in showing just how impressed she were with Nightwing's stern show of denying her the ability to punch holes in the many problems she had yet to encounter.

[quote][color=dodgerblue]"I prefer Nightwing but I guess Bird-brain's fine, makes me think of Eddie. And we start with you telling me where there's another group of Joker's goons that we can beat for information as these ones"[/color] [color=white]he pointed at the occupants of the building[/color] [color=dodgerblue]"are pretty much spent."[/color][/quote]

[color=white][i][b]“FINE! Have it your way then Bird-brain.. I'll tell ya's where Jokers next secret hide out is, but first I needs some fresh air.. Being cramped up in a room with these dense idiots and you's is really putting a stress load on me.. and if there's one thing I dun like, it's being stressed out.. especially when im working with the enemy..”[/b][/i][/color] Or so she'd say, before moving from the door with a pout of a 'hmph!' and into the narrow alleyway outside. The funny thing was that she continued bantering to herself outside, even when she walked further and further away down the alleyway. It almost sounded like she was teasing him, mocking Dick with nothing short of her own prodigious ego.

[color=white][i][b]“I know's somethin you dun know! You dun kno, you dun kno, I kno's something ya dunno.. and I ain't gonna tell ya's what it is! He he he! Come on Bird-brain, or would ya ratha stay here and perch out with the rest of the sleepin little chicklets.. Ha, ha! That was a good one!”[/b][/i][/color] Her terrible jokes saw her walk further and further away from the scene, as she'd hope Nightwing would come running after her at the idea of fraternizing him in the way a child might fraternize an adult, when things were clearly not going their way. There was no doubt that Nightwing was the designated adult here for the evening, or however long it would take for them to solve their common affair.[/color]