When Slade made no attempt to even notice the guys who were intently watching them, Harley walked over to them, one hand on her hip as she stopped before their table.<br/><br/>“You guys up for some good ol’ fashioned jail breaking?” She asked, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin in her hands. “I’m sure mista J would really ‘preciate it.” She knew these guys were loyal to the Joker, or at least as loyal as one could be for the man who could have you shot with a single wave of his hand. It also helped that that loyalty sometimes extended to her as well. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of the Joker, and that meant not getting on the wrong side of Harley either.<br/><br/>Earning some nods and mutters of approval, Harley grinned and turned to face Slade.<br/><br/>“Hear that, I got ya some hired help over here.” She said, once more approaching Slade and linking her arm with his. “They aren’t the top of the food chain, but they ain’t the brainless thugs I’ve worked with before. What do ya say, we good to go?” Harley figured he would want to work with his own men, those he trusted and knew could get the job done, and she understood that. But in this line of work, trust was a hard thing to come by.<br/><br/>Leaning against Slade, Harley whispered to the man low enough for only him to hear noise of the place.<br/><br/>“And if they cause ya trouble…” She pulled back a little so Slade could see her hand, her fingers pointed like a gun, come to rest on her temple where she pretended to shoot. “Boom.”