Harley pouted a bit as Joker pushed her away, but obliged as she did not want to anger him. She breathed quietly, wondering why he wouldn't hold her. It wasn't as though he had ever told her he loved her back, but he would usually hold her. She had spent the last six months completely alone. She had only left their hideout to go to the Dock and get her puddin' that night. She would send Keith out for supplies and food. Once, about three months ago, she had gotten out of bed to make dinner as it had been the anniversary of the night she'd left Arkham for the first time with The Joker. The anniversary of the night she became Harley Quinn. But, since then, she had stayed in her bed and stared at the wall. Day in and day out, she stared. Sometimes she'd speak, though it was mostly incoherent thoughts. So, now as she sat in the car, she made a point to breathe in the air outside. She made a point to watch the sky and the stars and the water as it rushed away from them. When her lover pushed her away however, she dropped back into her quiet sadness. She was only ever happy when he was loving her, and that wasn't always very often.