"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, why'd you have to stare?" White cursed himself as he ran. "Why'd she have to make a big deal about it?" he blamed her. But mostly, he kept thinking, What do I do now?

To say White didn't sleep that night would be unnecessary. It wasn't that he really thought his boss was going to go out of his way to track him down. The Joker tended to get distracted easily unless it was something he truly deemed worthy of interest, and White knew the incident that night was not enough to put him on the boss's radar, much less at the top of his list. Hell, the boss didn't even get a look at him. I could probably march back in there right now and there'd be no way I'd be targeted, he realized. No, White's problem wasn't Joker; it was that woman he was worried about.

He didn't know Harley nearly well enough to make any kind of predictions about her. On one hand, her attention was strictly placed on the Joker, so she may not have registered much about him at all. On the other hand, something about her seemed very perceptive, especially when it came to people.

White pondered his next move all night long. When the sun rose, he faced the day and, for the first time in five years, he didn't know what to do with himself. He had a good thing going where he was and he knew it'd take him ages to figure out another boss as well as he had the Joker. Should he go back or move on?

Experience had taught White that returning to the scene of the crime was always a bad idea. To go back and pretend that nothing had happened and hope everything fell into place was beyond idiotic. Better to be out on the streets than dead. But White had an idea that might make it possible, or at least give him a better feel of the situation. He had a phone call to make.

White liked Henshaw about as much as you could get to like another person in his field. He had a certain amount of longevity with the Joker himself, having developed his own tactics. Basically, Henshaw jumped from boss to boss when things started to look shady for him. By the time he got back to a previous employer, they'd forgotten who he was. This was Henshaw's third stint with the Joker and White was always glad to see him return. He was professional but didn't take any of it too seriously, which was probably why he was able to get up and move on to the next thing so easily.

Henshaw was in the middle of a card game with a group of his cohorts, and doing rather well, when he heard his cell phone ringing. "What's up?" he answered the call as he continued to play.

"Hey, it's me," White replied, hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.

"White! Where are you, man? I'm bankin' over here. You should come over so I can wipe you clean too."

White paused. This wasn't the response he had expected. "I heard what happened! The boss is pissed! Get out of town!" would have been much more appropriate.

"You still there?" Henshaw asked due to White's delay.

"I'm here. Listen, didn't you hear what happened last night?"

"Somethin' happened? Say, didn't you have watch last night?"

"Y-yeah, I…" White stammered in confusion. "Didn't the boss say anything? Y'know, like demand to know whose shift it was last night?"

Henshaw raised his hand to pause the game, got up, and left the room to give himself more privacy. "What happened?" he asked in concern.

"Nothin', it's so stupid."

"It always is."

"The boss really hasn't said anything?"

"Nope and I'd know if he had. I've been here all day. What's goin' on?"

"…Maybe nothin'. I could be overreactin'. Do you think it'd be safe for me to head over there?"

"As far as I can see, yeah, but you know the boss better'n me. And don't think I'm gonna be stickin' my neck out for you if things get messy."

"Yeah, yeah, I know: Every man for himself."

"Damn straight."

Following this conversation, White made the decision to go over and test the waters. If the boss hadn't even mentioned the incident in an attempt to discover the culprit, it didn't sound like he had anything to worry about.

When he arrived, he found the group still immersed in their game, desperately trying to win some of their money back from Henshaw. White looked around cautiously and approached the table they were playing at. White half expected something to have happened by now, but when he reached the others he was still in one piece. White smiled at Henshaw and shrugged. Henshaw shrugged back. "You in?" he asked.

"What the hell," White answered and made himself comfortable.

They had been playing for about an hour and Henshaw was beginning to regret inviting White, as his winnings streak seemed to be slowing down, when Joker emerged from the back. White froze as his boss stopped and looked at the group. The game had come to halt as they awaited instructions. At length, Joker nodded toward the door and they all grinned, as they knew that to be the signal allowing them to leave. White exited with everyone else and was feeling pretty good about himself as they walked out of the alley and onto the street. Unfortunately, that was when they bumped into Harley.

Since she wasn't in costume, White figured she must have been out running an errand of some sort. Harley was sent out for that sort of thing often because she tended to blend in well as she was still pretty new to the game and didn't look very threatening. White made no mistake this time and made sure his gaze didn't fall anywhere near the woman. However, trying to remain invisible didn't seem to work as well on her as it did the Joker; Harley recognized him instantly.

She pointed at him and said, "You stay. The rest of you can go."

White gave Henshaw a pleading look and he responded by muttering, "What'd I tell you, man," leaving White on his own.