She looked up and moaned. "Oh…" She looked around through fogged up eyes. She tried to turn her head, and a sharp pain stung through her neck. She reached up and pulled a dart out of her skin. "Hm?" She noticed the design on the side. "But that belongs to puddin'…" She looked up and saw a shadow, now that her vision had somewhat cleared. "Mistah J?"

"You're awake. I'm not Joker, however." The figure was hidden in the shadows.

"What did you do to him?!" She tried to stand up, and a forceful shock flowed through her body. She fell back into the chair.

"We didn't do anything, Harley. You should be asking what you did to him."

"I'd never hurt my puddin'." The jester snarled at the shadow. "I love him, and he loves me. My Mistah J would never let me hurt him! I can barely get close without him pushing me…" Harley closed her eyes. "Who- Where are we? Gotham?"

"No. Far from it. We are in a town known as New York City."

"Wait, New York. But why here? There are thousands of people, and puddin and I have kidnapped more than a few people. You don't want to take them to a populated area."

"This isn't a kidnapping. You were handed over. Also, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you've been asleep for a long time, Harleen." Harley shivered, and closed her eyes tight.

"Don't use my name. You don't have the right."

"Oh, but I do, Harleen." Quinn clenched her fists and looked at the figure.

"Stop! You're lying!" She tilted her head up and screamed at the ceiling of the tall room. "Mistah J, Where are you!" She let her head fall, and began crying. "Get me out, puddin'. Please! I know you're there! Please…"

"Oh, stop, you child." Harley looked ap at the sound of her Joker.

"Puddin'!" She smiled, and then remembered something. "Wait, you drugged me! The needle… but, but… Mistah J, I thought-"

"I'm sorry, Harls. It has to be this way…" He stepped back into the shadows.

"No! Please! Come back, MISTER J!" She began crying again, and two men came up from behind her. She heard that sound she oh, so hated. Duck tape. "No. Don't!" One of the men held her head still, to keep her thrashing from affecting where the other placed the tape. The taller man placed the tape over her mouth, and then bound her hands behind her back.

"Take her away. I don't want to see her until tomorrow. Get her in her cell and into some more… appropriate clothes." They dragged her away, muffled screaming coming through the tape.

Later…

Harley sat on in her cell, on the floor. Her costume had been replaced with a short dress and a coat, much like the one she wore when she worked at Arkham. They had taken her hood, and her blonde hair fell over her shoulders."Oh, Harley. What did you do to Mistah J?" She tried to recall his face from that brief moment she saw him back in the other room.

She felt like she was missing something, but she couldn't remember what it could be. In fact, she couldn't remember anything from before she woke up about an hour ago. There was one vivid picture that kept repeating in her mind whenever she thought about him.

A knife, Puddin's "Pop" gun, her bat, the needle she'd pulled out of her neck, and someone's blood, most likely hers. A blueprint laid underneath, and she couldn't help but feel a cold, sharp something pressed against her jaw, however, the entire room felt freezing. The words "You failed, Harley, You failed." echoed in her mind, but they were her own words. She had said them.

She snapped back to focus when one of the men pounded on her cell door. "Hey, get up of your butt, and lets go!" Quinn stood, and fell onto the wall. She held her head. "Come on! Now." That commanding tone, that she knew only as a signal for "Do you want punishment?" Snapped her back to her feet, fighting off the pain. Even when Joker wasn't there, she was afraid she'd be tormented into believing it was still love.

"Yes sir…" She whispered. The man tied her hands together once she was outside, and pushed her along.

"People will pay a lot for you, little miss lovestruck." She looked around at the other cells and noticed that she was the only one here. She also noticed the gun on the man's belt...