[The more she got to know Pomeline the more Harley was liking her. She wished there were girls like her when she was in school. Woulda made her feel less like the outcast.]

Well that's rumors for ya! I guess I should confess though I've made a lot of big changes since I left Gotham. A couple of years ago after a particularly bad blow up with the Joker literally [She winks] I went back to my old stomping grounds in Coney Island, New York.

Got myself a rundown old block of apartments and shops by a stroke of luck, and started figuring out what I wanted to do. Who I wanted to be. I mean they say most people who go into psychiatry are just trying to understand their own baggage. Turns out I learned a lot more through trying to be a hero then I did back in college.

[She took up a fork and twirled it gracefully in her fingers.]

Don't think I've gone soft though. Anybody messes with me or my friends? WHAM!

[She brought the fork down so hard on one of her mini pies the pastry exploded and the tines of the fork pierced through the plate sticking into the countertop. There was much shouting and looks of irritation. Harley laughed sheepishly.]

Of course, I could use a little more work on my impulse control I suppose.