Harley to Harlot...

Everyone within Arkham City knew that Harley Quinn essentially took over control of Joker's gang after her "Puddin got sick because of the Bats." She was every bit as bat-shit crazy as Joker was. Most of her orders usually just made no sense or were insane and evil, but sometimes they were cold and ruthless as well. Now, rumors have spread that Batman is in the City and things between the gangs have escalated to all-out war.

Harley had her goons seize the cops and scientists taking refugee at the church simply because she could. For no other reason than her insane whims, except possibly to set a trap for Bats. When word had gotten out of what she did, it pissed off all the other leaders that she would dare do something that blasphemous.

Harley left the church nonchalantly, her hips swaying, taunting her guys and goons, knowing that they knew better than to even think about trying something. She knew the Bats would be here soon and didn’t want to be anywhere near the church when he arrived. Besides she had other, more pressing, matters to attend to now that her poor Puddin was sick.

She frowned thinking about it. But hey... maybe once I fix Mister J back up and he gets better, he'll love me again. That thought made Harley smile as she hurried through the dark alleys, humming a tune to herself. She had to make it back to the base on the other side of town in time to watch the theatrics.

Oh yea, and to protect my territory. Harley reminded herself. Her goons were under attack somewhere near the docks, apparently Penguin's thugs saw this as an opportunity.

Assuming she'd be safe so close to her own territory, Harley heads down the darkened streets, obliviously unaware of the shadows leaping stealthfully from rooftop to rooftop, stalking their prey, watching silently as they follow the vicious vixen from above.

Continuing down the empty streets, Harley stops for a moment, getting her bearing. She glances down one direction that headed towards the docks. She knows she should get there quickly. But it's been so long since I've seen my Puddin. She muses to herself, wondering if she might have enough time to check on him.

Suddenly, a shuriken whizzes past her head, whistling next to her ear before embedding itself into the boarded-up window on the wall. The attack cut about an eighth-of-an-inch of the bottom of Harley's pigtails, the strands falling onto her shoulder. The 'miss' was intentional, a warning.

“No!" Harley whirls around angrily. She knows the miss was intentional, but is furious anyway. Pouting, looking around for her assailant as she cups her hair.

"Poor Puddin's gonna be upset, he loves my pigtails. Who’s there? Show yourself so I can THWUMP you.”