"Where's Lily!" the loud voice barely pierced through the pounding in her head. It's intensity made her feel as if everything around her shook whenever it pulsed, making her head ache. 'I should go take something for this,' she thought to herself. She quickly found that her arms were bound behind her and she was pretty sure that she was sitting in some kind of chair. Panic slowly started to rear it's ugly head but she pushed it from her mind.

Next she tried to open her eyes but couldn't. At first she thought maybe she was wearing a blindfold but, she couldn't feel one. Her eyes were sore just like the rest of her body but with determination she was able to force one eye open just a crack. What she was able to see only increased the panic that was building in her stomach.

The room was mostly dark and empty with a single window set in the wall to her right. It was hard to make out specific details while she was bathed in light from a fixture that hung over head and swayed ever so slightly. She could make out the camera that was set on a tripod a few feet in front of her and the little red light informed her that it was on. She looked away from it then and down at herself. She was correct in thinking that she was bound to a chair, observing her legs were tied down as well. There were tiny red droplets spattered on her scrubs which brought her the terrible thought that someone from Arkham had kidnapped her somehow and she was a toy in their latest game with Batman. She secretly hoped that at any moment the caped crusader would come crashing through the window and save her.

"Never shoulda gotten involved with her Mista J!" said a high pitched musical voice.

"If you hurt her I-"

"You'll what?" the light voice taunted. The male voice sounded familiar even in her haze.

"You know what I can do to you Harley…" the voice growled in an unspoken threat.

"I ain't scared of you."

"You should be because if you hurt her, I'll show what happens when you double cross Mr. J…"