Harley was certain she wasn't followed. The Joker was many things but acrobat wasn't one of them and there was no way he'd be able to keep up with her. Only when she felt she had gotten a safe distance away did she allow the evening's events to sink in, pacing back and forth on the roof of whatever building she now stood. Tears threatened her eyes for Henshaw's sake as she paced but she fought them off. There was nothing that she could do for him now, but Harley was sure she'd seen White hit the pavement safely. He may still be alive and he might need help.
She remembered the address White had previously given her and decided that she should make her way there. Gotham still looked so strange to her from the vantage point of the rooftops. She lowered herself to the ground to get her bearings and quickly took off to White's safe house.
White puffed as he ran harder than he'd ever run before. The plan was to get home, pick up the essentials, and leave…to where he wasn't certain. He purposely turned and twisted his way up and down streets and alleyways to evade his pursuers, hoping that the randomness in which he changed direction would throw off the Joker. But then, the boss existed in the random and nonsensical.
Absently he realized that he really didn't need to think of him as 'the boss' anymore. His attempts at staying below the radar were blown. Joker had gotten a good look at his face that night and he wasn't likely to forget it anytime soon. Even now, he could imagine Joker demanding his name from his former 'co-workers'.
"WHAT'S HIS NAME?" Joker spat at the three henchmen flanking him as they flew out of the building.
"We's just call him White," one answered loyally to the Joker, never considering how he may one day find himself in a similar situation.
They rounded the corner and entered the unlit alley, quickly realizing that they had no idea which direction White had gone. Joker stopped and held up his hands to quiet the others, straining to hear any trace of footsteps. Running, someone was definitely running not too far ahead of them and they followed the sound, but, when its source was reached, Joker growled in anger. This wasn't White; it was a homeless man quite out of his mind. He was clutching at his few meager possessions, muttering something about thieves, and was so far gone that he didn't even seem to notice the presence of Gotham's most notorious criminal.
Joker knew that White had a tremendous head start with this delay and knowing he'd lost his prey made him see red. He was quite used to this state of bloodlust and, when he awoke from it, Joker saw the three henchmen and the unfortunate man that caused his detour dead at his feet, though he didn't quite remember doing anything.
Angrily he stalked home, cursing both at the top of his lungs and under his breath. He had lost both White and Harley and was left taking his rage out on people that didn't matter in the slightest. But Harley would be back he reminded himself. That much he was sure of and then he'd make her pay. And who knows? There were only so many places White could turn to. He may end up tracking him down after all. All that was required from him was patience…Not his strong suit, but he was sure he could manage.