“Pfft, Mista J doesn’t just hire no one!” Harley laughed with a wave of her hand. “Course these guys know how to shoot a gun. Don’t’cha boys?” Harley tilted her head back to look back to the guys who were all in various stages of getting up and ready to go. A chorus of ‘yes ma’ams’ and ‘sure thing’ followed soon after as Harley turned back to Slade with a giggle.<br/><br/>“See, what’d I tell ya?”<br/><br/>♦♦♦<br/><br/>The ride to Slade’s place had been fairly quiet, Slade not being much of a conversationalist. When they did get to his place, Harley eagerly followed him to the front door, it wasn’t often the baddies showed off their humble abodes to one another after all. As the door swung open, Harley followed Slade in, but then went her own way as she explored. As he had said, it wasn’t much, but it was still better than nothing. She found her way to the living room and stood in the middle, taking it in. A picture frame on one of the tables caught her attention. Picking it up, Harley backed up until the backs of her knees hit the couch which she dropped down onto, her legs hanging over the arm.<br/><br/>When Slade returned, Harley turned the photo around to face him.<br/><br/>“Never told me ya had a family. Cute kids.” She commented, swinging her feet back to the floor and returning the frame to its place.<br/><br/>♦♦♦<br/><br/>Standing outside of Arkham, Harley frowned, her arms crossed over her chest.<br/><br/>“Always weird seeing this place from the outside.” She commented. “Almost spooky.” She shivered. Turning to Slade, she tilted her head to the side.<br/><br/>“So, got a plan? Or do ya need the floorplans too?”