-Batman-
Quinn looked at me, wide-eyed.
"Me? Protect Gotham? Don't make me laugh, they'll throw me in jail or the crazy house or whatever the heck is open right now the first chance they'll get. They don't really like me over in the city."
"Don't be so sure. The whole city hasn't been so sure of itself recently since Joke-you know what."
"Why? All they ever wanted to do was kill poor Mr. J and I. Why does this affect them?"
"Because the biggest troublemaker and most dangerous of all villains isn't...there, anymore….and they don't need anyone to step up and take his place. To be honest, you're their prime suspect."
She looked at me, and based on the look on her face, she still wasn't sold on my offer.
"I'm sorry, B-man. Mr. J has a legacy that needs carried on and I'm the one that intends to do it."
I sighed. Her mind was set. But I still had to try. It was my only chance.
"Cut your losses, Quinn. I don't want to sound insensitive, but he's gone. This is the chance for you to start over."
"You can leave now, B-man. I'm walking home."
She turned away and began walking. I was losing her, and I needed to find a way to stall her. I followed, and called out to her.
"But where is "home", Quinn?" I asked.
She looked at me, exasperated, but not angry. "Home is wherever my Joker is right now, Bats. Home is wherever I can lay my head and sleep for a few hours, something I haven't freaking done in four nights. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go "home now," she said, putting air-quotes around the word "home".
She turned her heel. I tried one last thing.
"If you come with me, Harley, I can provide you with living quarters, with a bed and everything. All expenses paid for you."
She turned around again, struggling to do so. If she was going anywhere, it wouldn't be on her lonesome. I could tell she could barely walk around comfortably. She stumbled, but caught herself.
"Tempting. But "riddle me this", Batman," she said, poking fun at the Riddler, who no one in Gotham was very fond of. "Why are you doing this?"
"To be honest, Harley, I honestly don't know myself. No one made me come here."
"Then leave. Let me mourn. Stay out of my life a couple of days, and I might even consider considering your offer."
"Fair enough. Stay out of trouble, Harley." I pulled out my grapnel gun, and attached to the rooftop of the cemetery. I flew away, leaving Harley Quinn to whatever she wanted to do.
