For lack of anything less constructive to do, Harley all but fell to the floor, legs curling up under her, sittin cross legged as she stared happily at the Boss walking and enjoying.  It was so excellent to see him up and about.  She couldn't hold back he giggle when Rachel spoke.  Such bravado.  He'd been getting away with it far longer than anyone knew.  And no one.  Not Batman.  Not Gordon.  Not even Harvey Dent could stop him.  She giggled again, letting it bubble out of her as he followed along before her, his thoughts echoing hers in reverse.<br/><br/>She held her breath as she watched his stroking her.. touching her.. and she pouted ever so cutely just for a moment.  Did he like Rachel more than her?  That wasn't funny...  She frowned this time, a totally wrong expression.  It kind of hurt.  She didn't like it.  But He made her!  She watched him play with the lump and then the cell phone...<br/><br/>Bounding to her feet with her usual manic grin when he turned her way, her gloomdoom thoughts were bubbled away rather quickly with the ever present enjoyment of a new game.  "Seventy two!"  "Pi!"  Mmm.. pie.  Boston cream.  Banana cream.  Arsenic Cream!  "five two two eight six two six!"  She couldn't help but giggle and start to bounce, her hat jingling merrily as she played, and hoped she won something.. juicy.