Harley was quickly disappointed that Joker didn't seem very excited about her new found celebrity. In fact, he appeared to find it an annoyance. He wasn't able to send her out on errands anymore, which meant two things: He wasn't able to get what he wanted as quickly and he couldn't make her go away when she was getting on his nerves…and she got on his nerves a lot.
Joker was only able to take a couple of days of her constant presence before he kicked her out to fetch him something, anything, but to make sure it took her a long time getting it. Harley protested as best she could and reminded him of her new vulnerability. He simply responded by saying, "No one had better come after me because of you!" and, literally, gave her the boot out the door.
After watching this scene, Henshaw seemed nervous, recalling his conversation with White at the bar. He looked at White who gave him encouraging gestures to take action.
"Uh, boss," Henshaw eventually spoke up. "Maybe we should go with her, y'know, to make sure everythin' goes okay."
Joker turned on him sharply, "And what brings about this sudden concern for me? …Or is it her?" he asked, eyeing the man suspiciously.
Henshaw looked to White for guidance who simply shook his head. White was trying to say "don't patronize him" but couldn't. Fortunately, Henshaw took this signal to mean that he was not to be worried about either Joker or Harley and to come up with something else.
"N-no sir, ya see, I've just gotten out of Blackgate and I'm not lookin' forward to another visit," Henshaw explained and it was true enough. Joker nodded his head at the door, indicating that he thought it was a good idea without actually having to say it. Both White and Henshaw exited the hideout after Harley before he could change his mind.
They caught up to Harley quickly enough. It was late and the streets were empty for the most part. Not many people had seen her and those who had would not like the attention cops would bring on themselves.
Harley was sulking with her head hanging low, watching the sidewalk go by underneath her. She didn't notice White and Henshaw as they approached her.
"You're not even trying to hide yourself!" White announced his presence. "You really are an idiot, you know that?"
"…I don't think you're allowed to call her an idiot," Henshaw warned.
"What're you doing here?" she demanded of White, seemingly ignoring Henshaw.
"Tryin' to make sure you don't get yourself thrown in the clink along with the rest of us," White explained. "Henshaw, go 'round the corner and get her a pair of sunglasses." Henshaw did as ordered and, while he was gone, White gave Harley instructions. "You do not go anywhere without either me or Henshaw with you. You understand? You don't so much step a foot outside the door because you don't know what the hell you're doin'. When we're out, you always stay in sight of one of us. ALWAYS!"
Harley crossed arms in front of her chest and looked as though she was about to tell him off when Henshaw reappeared and unceremoniously placed the sunglasses he had fetched on her face. Harley looked at herself in the reflection of a window.
"These glasses are hideous. They're absolutely huge! I'm petite; they look stupid on me," she complained as she removed them.
"Put those back on!" White insisted. "They aren't there to make you look pretty. Henshaw knew what he was doing."
"The bigger they are, the more of your face they hide," Henshaw explained.
Harley grudgingly put the glasses back on. "How do I look?" she asked sarcastically.
"Not easily recognizable," White answered flatly.
Henshaw quickly changed the subject. "So where're we goin'?"
Harley shrugged. "No where really. Mistah J just wanted to get me out of…just wanted me to get some fresh air."
White rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you don't got nothin' better to do, why don't we go to the bar?" Henshaw suggested.
"Whatever," Harley agreed.
White looked about ready to protest. He'd rather the kooks not know where he spent his free time but Henshaw was already set on the idea: "We get paid to go hang at our place, White! This is the best job ever. You're a genius."
White submitted. He supposed if the boss were that interested in finding him, he'd do it anyway.