Harley rolled her eyes, "Seriously? Do you think that's what we do in Gotham? Pull punches? Come on Brucie you know me better then that."

She tried to grab his shoulder and spin him around so he would face away from the chaos. "And if ANYONE should be running around here it's you playboy. This is a place for fighters, not guys who have people to make their bed for them after a one night stand with a couple of gold diggers!"

In her own twisted way, she was actually concerned about HIS well being?