Why don't you ask that cop?

"Freeze!" A booming voice says behind Harley. Obviously, there will be no way to escape with no harm done. She turns her head slightly, trying to see what her situation is. She sees a single police officer pointing a pistol at her.

"Fuck! How the hell did you get here so fast?" she whines, both bags of money dropping to her sides. She turns smoothly to get a good look at the officer. He wore a standard blue outfit that all of the police wore, well, the patrol. Firmly pinned onto the left side of his shirt, he brandishes a gold badge with "GCPD" in bold letters, marking what department he came from. But what other police department is there in Gotham?

The GCPD officer yells, "Be quiet! Now, put your hands up and no sudden moves!" Harley made a disgusted face at this, slightly smudging the white make up that caked her face.

"Geeze, testy!" She flops her hands up, barely making it above her neck. "Happy?" Her mind began to drift. "Maybe I should know about options now." She thinks. " 'Kay, let's see." She could always just give up, the Joker would bust her out of Arkham. He has done it before...

Her mind wanders to her gun on her side. The gun looks like an oversized pop-gun, or a undersized cannon. When loaded with special ammo that resembles fireworks when shot; it could take a horse down, let alone a cop. "I could use the pop-gun Mistah J gave me and duck into an alley until he gets back..." She thinks. This plan isn't perfect but it could work.

Her options widen when she thinks of another. No doubt Harley is attractive. She could just seduce the cop. She shudders at the idea, but it wouldn't be the first time she had to do that.