Harley looked expectantly to Slade, hoping he had the answers to all her problems. What she got instead was a confirmation of what she already knew was true. She had no men, no fire power...hanging her head, Harley idly played with the end of one of her ponytails, wrapping the strands around her fingers. As Slade continued, Harley locked her eyes on him once more.<br/><br/>"You are?" She asked excitedly, a grin spreading across her face, lighting up her eyes. Her hands clasped together and held in front of her mouth as she listened as patiently as she could with this turn of events. Fidgeting in her seat, Harley rested her arms on the table, leaning forward closer to Slade. When he mentioned that she had something no one else did, Harley tilted her head to the side, one ponytail flipping up with the quick movement, a confused look on her face.<br/><br/>Arkham! Of course! She knew that place like the back of her hand having been in and out so often, as well as having once upon a time worked there. She wondered if Slade knew that part of her history, or if he was just referencing her frequent visits to the asylum with a police escort.<br/><br/>"Oh Slade-y!" Moving around to the other side of the table, Harley maneuvered herself so she was sitting sideways in Slade's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "You've made me the happiest girl in Gotham!" She laughed.