[She was crazy but it wasn't the kind of crazy that created false life narratives. If nothing else, Harley was reasonably self-assured, and that sense of self took a long time to cultivate.

Harley simply regards him with a raised brow on her way in. The gas station smacks of some of her usual haunts in Gotham. It's perfect and Harley spins in place, arms out wide, taking it all in. From the coolers with the drinks to the unsavory, unsanitary snacks, it's paradise.]

Quite an oasis you've got here, pal. This little diamond in the rough is a sight for sore eyes. Had I known something like this was around here I would've taken up residence way sooner.