Disclaimer: I own as much as ever.
Author's Note: This is one in a string of drabbles branching off the premise that Dr. Quinzel worked with another theme criminal before Joker. This scene would be after she's gone rogue.
"Can I help?"
Harley sighs, swinging her legs from the Scarecrow's chair while he measures out chemicals with names she can't remember. "I guess those look better on you anyway."
"Your goggles. They, uh, look good on ya."
"…Do you need to use the restroom, Harleen?"
"Huh? What gave you that idea?"
"…Are you checking me out?"
"Well, I'm assuming you've noticed either my legs or my ti—"
"Oh." She giggles. "Okay then, Jonny. I don't have to go."
"What a pity."
Beaming broadly, she wanders over. He puts up with her.