There was that feeling again. It was really starting to spoil the buzz Harley had from a successful mission. What was it her brain was trying to tell her? She considered tapping into the Harleen side of her mind to see if the logic and reason she left shoved in a box might be able to piece together the puzzle for her. Then she burst out into laughter and grinned cheekily at Superman in agreement. It really was a nice change of pace wasn't it?

And just like that her train of thought was derailed.

"Oh yeah! Superboy is by far my new favorite teen superhero. He's kinda appointed himself my parole officer and wants to keep me on the slightly crooked and narrow." She grinned opting not to tell Supes that Supes Jr. had gone so far as to threaten her...in a light hearted and indirect way of course.

"Couple weeks ago he even cooked us all a down home cooking style meal. Fried Chicken, biscuits, grits. A full spread of greasy dishes from America's heartland. It was great!"

The sleigh raced through the night sky making the wind whip up Harley's hair. Surely Superboy must be the big secret nagging at her that she was supposed to share...