Harley wandered the room, absently picking things up and putting them down else where as the two assassins spoke. She cast an eye over Deathstroke's weapons but refrained from touching them, instead she began looking for her own weapon since it appeared everyone else had something of their own. Harley smiled to herself when Deadshot agreed that someone else could lead the team, it wasn't often people actually listened to her when she wasn't swinging a giant hammer, or sighting down the barrel of a pistol. Speaking of hammers, Harley's eye soon fell upon her own trusted instrument. Skipping over to the object of her attention, Harley hefted it onto her shoulder and took a swing, laughing at the familiar feel.<br/><br/>She continued to play until she heard her name, drawing her attention to the tablet Slade had set down on the table. She walked up to it, before leaning on the table and peering closer. She glanced up at Slade from her position.<br/>"So you want a distraction? I think we can do that." She winked at Bane seeing as how he was to be her partner in all this. She returned her attention to the map. "Just like ol' times with Mr. J." She sighed and leaned on one elbow, her chin in her hand, her free hand absently playing with one of her pigtails as she reminisced about other heists and riots her and the Joker had performed. Suddenly she jumped up.<br/>"We'll be getting some equipment, right? I'll need a few things for distractions purposes you see." She faced Deathstroke, since he seemed to have taken charge and smiled. "You wouldn't want us going in unprepared would ya?"