“How do you call these flying rats during the day…?” Harley thought out loud, sitting on a park bench, looking around. She was okay for the most part, having a few bruises along her face and some along her arms and most of her body, but it was usual for her though. Surely not a big deal, these new marks would fade like all the others. Harley watched as a few passed her, walking happily in the park, kids playing and it seeming surprisingly normal for being in Gotham. She wished she felt normal, but unfortunately she felt anything but that. She had a secret, one she couldn’t tell anyone, only Red knowing. If more people found out it would be most likely chaos. The blonde didnt know what to do, she thought that a bat would know something that would be helpful, just advice she would do the opposite of. Signing, she brought her attention back to the things happening around the park.