"Little Bat? Bat? Hello? Tch!" The little lunatic called into the communicator a few more times, but Batwoman apparently did not want to talk to her. She immediately lost interest. "What? I only mentioned some people's obsession with bats and the whole losing-both-parents thing. Why so touchy?"
Bobo hugged his arms and huddled beneath Raven's cloak. The Arctic wind made him deeply uncomfortable.
He was speechless at Harley's complaint. His monkey head, covered by a green energy hood against the cold, shook back and forth. "You might as well recite Batwoman's medical records. The fact that she didn't hold it against you already proves she has a good temper."
"You don't get it, little Bobo." Harley raised her head toward the sky as heavy snow drifted down and memories came flooding back. "Back when I was still in Gotham, I was everyone's dream girl. Batwoman would tremble all over with excitement just from looking at me."
Detective Chimp's thick lips curled outward, and his eyes turned dead and fishlike. "Was that your own fantasy? Or did Batwoman have some hidden epilepsy?"
"Not at all. Back then, we were on top of a speeding train that was about to derail. There were probably more than four hundred people in the cars? I shot at her with a submachine gun, and she shot at me with Batarangs."
Harley corrected him through her recollection, raising and wagging a finger for emphasis.
"But the setting didn't really have much to do with the story. She had a crush on me back then, hahaha!"
Detective Chimp fell silent for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled a cloud of warm breath. He even shut his eyes in pain. "...I'll just assume you're telling the truth. But what did Batwoman say just now? Shouldn't you tell us?"