Sniffling again, Harley wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. How could it not be her fault? It had been her job to get caught, to let Joker get away. It had always been her job!<br/><br/>"Ya really think so?" She asked Slade. She listened to the mercenary speak, seeing the sense in what he was saying. She shook her head to answer his first question. Harley followed Slade's gaze to the dart game going on, turning quickly back to face him when he spoke again. All her attention was on him, hanging onto every word as though her life depended on it. When it came her turn to answer, Harley blinked a few times, looking a little confused at first. Sitting back, she allowed her hands to fall limply into her lap as she thought.<br/><br/>"I could...break him out?" She asked more than stated. "But how am I suppose to do that? I don't got the men or the power he's got." She said, shoulders slumping. It was true. The only real power Harley Quinn had came from being Joker's girl, you just didn't mess with Joker's girl. On her own, what was she? Just another crazy escapee from Arkham.