Why did bad things always happen to good people? Well, okay...maybe they weren't exactly the<span style="font-style: italic">best</span>Gotham had ever seen, but that didn't matter! Every time, for as long as Harley could remember anyway, she had been the one to take the fall for Mistah J. Had they been on a crime spree in the notoriously dark city and the coppers had caught up with them, Harley would keep the attention of the cops while Joker escaped. Oh, she didn't mind, he always came back for her. True, often it took a little longer than expected, and, though she would never admit it, Harley often started to lose faith in her man when she felt she had been left to rot in some cold cell. He always came through though...sometimes in impractical ways, but it didn't matter. The Joker and Harley Quinn would be reunited again until the next time the cuffs were clapped shut and the sirens wailed.<br/><br/>This time was different. Harley hadn't acted quick enough, or hadn't been good enough to draw the police to herself, away from her man. They had put him away, not for the first time, but for the first time in a long time. Harley had a feeling he would be out soon enough, Mistah J was smart that way, but it did nothing to stop the feelings of guilt and shame dropping like a lead ball into her stomach. She had managed to evade capture, somehow managed to avoid the cops in her crumbling state of mind. As the squad cars vanished around the corner, their sirens echoing off the many tall buildings in this district of the city, Harley found herself at a lose as to what to do. She held her baseball bat across her shoulders, watching where the cars had disappeared.<br/><br/>After what felt like ages, but was likely only a few minutes, Harley forced herself to move. She walked, almost aimlessly, not paying much attention as to where she was going. No one was likely to bother her, her reputation was usually enough to stop guys from trying anything. And besides, no one knew what had happened. No one knew that the Joker was currently behind bars and wouldn't be swinging into to put a bullet between the eyes of anyone who so much as looked at his girl. Harley wasn't sure when the rain had started, no more than a drizzle, but still it caused her makeup to run a bit as it mixed with the tears she had also not been aware of shedding, and for her white shirt to become nearly see-through.<br/><br/>Stepping into the next bar she came across, Harley cast one look around the dimly lit room before finding an empty seat at a table near the wall at the back. No one bothered her as she entered, no one bothered her as she sat down, and no one bothered her as the bar tender brought over some drink she couldn't be bothered to drink. Propping one elbow on the table, Harley rested her chin in her hand, her other hand absently doodling on the table. To focused on her own thoughts, she didn't notice when the bar fell silent, or when Deathstroke walked in. When he sat down across from her it took Harley a few seconds to process what he had said. Sniffling, she lifted her teary blue eyes to look up at the mercenary.<br/><br/>"Mistah J got caught an' it was all my fault." She admitted, to the man. "What am I suppose to do now?" She asked, though not really expecting an answer.