The Joker had once again kicked her to the curb, and this time, for all the lousy timing she had, Red was out of the country, in Brazil chaining herself to a tree or something like that. But as fortune would have it, Harley would always have a place to go in Gotham, so long as a certain professor was alive and present. Though surly and borderline-hermetic, even Crane himself could not deny his fondness for the girl, feeling a rush of protectiveness settle in his chest as he closed his door behind her.