"Ugh." Harley rolled her eyes in an exaggerated fashion. "See this is why no one likes cops. You even take the fun out of being dead. I mean so maybe I've made a few bad connections with whatever my cool new ghosty powers are. Love is always better then being alone."

Somewhere in her head the psychologist part of her pointed out that she knew better and that was a very telling comment just then. The rest of her mind shouted to shut up.

"And a little trauma is good for the spirit. Builds moral character." She lowered herself to a relaxed sitting position on the lamp post.

"That being said, I may be a wicked villainess but it's not as much fun beating on you when you already look deader then a ghost should. I'll take a break for now and you can ya know...not die. Sound fair?"