White didn't see Harley for a few days after his night watch, no one did, and he vainly hoped this was because she was no longer there to see. He quickly realized this wasn't the case though, because at each meal the boss would put two plates together and take them to the back room that served as his private quarters.
"Was he actually nursing her back to health?" White thought incredulously. That surely couldn't be the case, but curiosity was taking the better of him. He cursed himself for being weak. One of White's saving graces was that he usually ignored any thoughts of curiosity and minded his own business. He'd been so careful; surely indulging himself this one time wouldn't affect anything.
So, one day, after Joker had put together a plate for his counterpart, White stood up and feigned stretching. He nonchalantly walked passed the door to the back room as his boss entered it and glanced inside to see Joker toss the plate onto a tray on the bed the woman was recuperating in. Bits of food flew off the plate, spattering Harley, and the Joker continued on to his desk.
…Well…That's sorta nursin'…I guess…for the boss anyway, White decided, with the realization that this woman wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and he'd better adapt.
White's turn for night watch was more frequent than it had been in recent days. After the incident at the zoo, a lot of the guys didn't show back up. Through gossip, White had found out the Bat had taken some in that night while others had simply had enough, and, as a result, White was forced to keep watch once a week until new help was hired.
His night had come up again and he started setting up his game of solitaire as he always did. It was rather quiet and, after a few rounds of his game, White was beginning to worry that he wouldn't be able to stay awake for his shift, when suddenly he heard a door open from the back and footsteps approaching him. Expecting it to be the boss, he quickly wiped the sleep from his eyes and made sure it seemed like he was intent on his duty.
Much to his surprise, the figure that came into view was Harley in what was apparently her first venture out since the incident at the zoo. She walked with a bit of a limp as she headed for the kitchen, he assumed in search of food. Shockingly, the skin that was revealed to White was covered in bruises and he couldn't help but gawk at battered woman. Much like when one notices an individual with a deformity, he hadn't realized he was staring until the woman looked back at him, obviously displeased.
"What're you lookin' at?" she demanded. White tried to stammer out an apology, but almost instantly his boss was heard from the back room.
"WHO'S LOOKING AT YOU?" Joker thundered.
White wasn't the kind of person that froze when frightened. In his field, that kind of thing got you killed. He ran. Fast. And that's exactly what this occasion called for. He quickly jumped to his feet, knocking over the table in front of him along with all of his cards, then rushed out the door and down the street without looking back.