Against all odds, she actually possessed a modicum of intelligence.
The white-painted henchmen were usually safer under her directions (or less likely to be left afterwards), conversations rarely turned suddenly sour as they did with her sweetheart, and as flashy and attention-seeking as she was, her attire did not quite cross the line into gaudy.
She was almost pleasant company away from her beloved clown, though the separation had to be particular; not kicked out, or she'd sob to Ivy, not a sudden desire to prove her worth, or she would flaunt her independence, but told gently (or, as gentle as he got) to relocate herself during the making of plans.
Jervis lapsed more frequently into Wonderland when she was out of costume, but into softer repetitions; Eddie found her to be lacking in riddle-solving abilities, but a good sounding board for the ones meant for the mind-numbingly simple ones tailored to Gothamites (and that she reacted theatrically shocked and awed at each answer certainly played to his ego, too); Ivy even seemed less blatantly homicidal in her company, provided the harlequin was not currently perceiving a rough patch in her relationship.
She, like so many others, did not fully grasp at her potential, but wasted it... perhaps marginally less.
And having a half-decent conversational partner on occasion was not disagreeable.
[A/N: Next word: Practice.]