"Okay Harley, if you're going to live with me, there are some rules you're going to need to know about," instructed Dick. "Such as no burning popcorn in the microwave?" Harley asked. Dick was stumped as he said, "well, yeah... that's definitely a rule... but the most important rule is that you must never, under any circumstances, tell anyone my secret identity or the secret identities of my friends and family. Do you understand?" Harley nodded and said, "I understand. Besides, I ain't gonna go back to that old lifestyle. Most of my friends who're the bad guys are either in jail or dead. I'm done being the bad guy. I want to focus on being me."

"Well that's a surprise," said Dick, "anyway, give me a minute, got to write down some basic rules." Dick then went to find a notebook and a pen, and started to write down basic house rules. Once he was finished, Dick then came back to Harley and showed her the written down house rules. Harley looked at the rules, seeing basic rules such as cleaning up after yourself and so on and so forth. "Any particular reason why you brought up burnt up popcorn?" Dick curiously asked. "I once visited Selina's house cuz we were going to have a movie night with Red," explained Harley, "and I overcooked the microwavable popcorn to a point where there was smoke everywhere and the popcorn was a black inedible hunk. It was awful. Kitty was not happy." Dick nodded and said, "I see. Well are you willing to follow these rules?" Harley nodded and said, "Yeah, I'll follow 'em Richie."

"Good," said Dick, "anyway; let me show you around my house." Dick then guided Harley around his house. He showed her where the kitchen was, then he showed her around the bathroom, he showed her around his bedroom, then he showed her around his exercising room, he then showed her where he kept all his gear as Nightwing, then he showed her the room where he washed and dried his clothes specifically stating where the laundry washer and dryer were, and then he showed her to the guest room. "And this is where your guest room is," said Dick, "it's got a bed and blankets, and a shelf with clothes. Some of them should fit you. We can shop for clothes later on. And the guest room also has a bathroom with a bathtub and shower." Harley looked at the room, then at Dick, and said, "Thanks Richie." Dick smiled and said, "no problem Harley. My home is your home too." Harley nervously rubbed her arms and asked, "you, uh, mind if I take a shower?"

"Sure thing," said Dick, "I was gonna slip into some more comfortable clothing. I'll give ya some privacy." Dick then left Harley's room to take off his Nightwing suit. Harley then removed all the clown makeup from her face, and then took off all her clothes, letting her hair down. Once she was naked, Harley then got into the tub, turning on the hot water. As Harley allowed the hot water to soothe her aching body, Dick slipped into a black tanktop and dark blue sweats, sitting on the couch. He then decided to call Tim. Tim picked up the phone and said, "hello?" Dick then said, "hey Tim. How's it going?" Tim said on the phone, "It's going good. We still on for Sunday?" Dick then said, "Yeah about that... I was wondering... Would you and Babs be willing to let Harley come with me to Sunday dinner?"

"How come?" Tim asked over the phone. "Well, Harley's trying to turn over a new leaf," explained Dick, "and I don't want her to feel alone, you know what I mean?" Tim then said on the phone, "I guess you got a point. It'd be cruel if we didn't give her a second chance and not open up to her. Sure, Harley can come with you. What could possibly go wrong?" Dick then said, "don't jinx it Tim!" Tim laughed on the phone, "gotcha man! Anyway, I'll see you two on Sunday Dick." Dick smiled and said, "you too, Tim. Bye!" He then hung up. Harley came back, wearing nothing but a large, baggy, red t-shirt. Dick almost didn't recognize Harley without her makeup and her blonde hair down. "Wow Harley, you look good without your makeup," admitted Dick. Harley blushed and giggled, "thanks Richie... Can I borrow a pillow to use ta sleep?" Dick handed her a pillow and said, "sure." Harley beamed and said, "Thanks Richie. I'm gonna catch my 40 winks. G'night." Dick nodded and said, "night Harley." Harley then went to bed, sleeping comfortably.