He could also have saved them both a little drama and embarrassment and gone out the window?

"Fine, I'll get you a treat," Harley said, getting up and coaxing Bruce to come with her closer to the couch, where she could grab some Twizzlers off the coffee table. "See? Everything's gotta be okay if there's treats."

This seemed to appease Bruce. Once he had a Twizzler in his mouth, Harley was finally able to guide him back to the stairs. "Come on, back you go, Brucey, good boy."

She closed the door after him, this time. Just in case.

Then, with a Twizzler for herself in hand, she finally returned to the bedroom - only to promptly stop right in the doorway, her face falling a little. "Oh."