Helena grinned back, marveling at how odd this was. Back home, Helena would have traded quips with Harley before attacking her with her throwing talons. intent on bringing her in to Arkham.

Here...

Here everything was different. Alliances shifted. Priorities changed. People who might have been enemies instead turned into people who you'd like to call friend.

"I have too deep seated a love for chocolate malt milkshakes and peach rings to ever give up sweets," she chuckled. "I'm game to talk about Mom," Helena nodded. "Or, you know. Be bombed. Because I have to get used to that too, right?"