After what seemed like hours of driving, Harley Quinn awoke in the passenger's seat to find that it was now dark out. It had to have at least been about midnight by now from the looks of the night sky and Harley didn't like the looks of the area they were in. She scanned her surroundings, finding that they were in a rather sketchy neighborhood, that would often be refferred to as: The Ghetto, The Boondocks or The projects. She looked up to her husband, who's eyes were bloodshot and baggy as he appeared to be nodding off at the wheel. He didn't seem to notice that she was awake. She then turned to check on Charlie who had also just awoken from his long nap in the comfortable back seat of The Joker's violet Cadillac.

"Jo-ker!" He cried out in an annoying but almost pleading tone as the young child constantly craved attention from his adopted parents.

"Char-lie..." The Joker mocked his son's call in a tired tone that was followed by a yawn. The Father and son duo repeated this irritating routine for hours before Harley finally decided to speak up.

"Okay, I don't recognize that bridge; where are we?" She asked as she pointed to the decrepit bridge, plastered with graffiti that The Joker had just passed under.

"I don't know but this darn sure ain't Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood..." The Joker replied sarcastically with a yawn as he continued along the highway.

"Do ya even know where you're goin'? This place looks kinda...sketchy..." Harley asked in confusion as she glanced out the window, spotting the chalk, outline of a child traced on the road's concrete.

"Nope...I'm just going where the road takes me...Any place is better than Gotham...Except maybe here..." The Joker replied with a small gulp, beginning to feel uneasy by his surroundings as well.

"Oh crap-ola! We're in The Boonies..." The Joker realized as he tried his best to avoid saying the word, 'crap' under Harley Quinn's wishes, despite his annoyance.

"Is that a bad neighborhood?" Harley asked curiously, thinking that The Boonies was the name of the neighborhood and failing to realize that it was slang for The Ghetto.

"It's a poopy neighborhood..." The Joker replied in annoyance at Harley's ignorant question.

"Do you know where we are Harley?" He then asked suspiciously as he scanned his surroundings for any directional, road signs.

"No...I think we might be lost..." Harley gulped as she too looked around for any indication to their current location.

"We wouldn't be lost if you hadn't've lied to me..." The Joker muttered accusingly under his breath.

"What'd I lie about?!" Harley asked suspiciously, earning a rather intimidating glare from her husband, which caused her to lose her defensive composure.

"You know very good and well what you lied about Harleen..." The Joker growled, before turning his attention back to the road. Harley felt a lump of guilt begin to well up within her chest and throat as memories of the past events had begun to flash through her mind.

"Mistah. J..." Harley began sympathetically, only to be cut off by her husband.

"Call me Jack..." The Joker spat bitterly, not even daring to glance over at his wife.

"Puddin', I'm sorry!" Harley Quinn finally apologized, on the verge of tears. This caused The Joker to stiffen up a bit as his expression appeared unreadable. Awkward silence filled the car, before The Joker let out a defeated sigh. He then opened his mouth to respond but then he perked up once he got a glimpse of the city they were entering.

"Ha! Daylight! I know where we are now!" The Joker cheered excitedly as he continued along the highway.

"Huh? Ya know where we are?" Harley perked up as she once again began scanning her surroundings. The city was completely dead and silent, like a ghost town and it's only inhabitants appeared to be eerie statues of multicolored animals and the racial, Mexican stereotype.

"I know where we are now." The Joker happily reassured as he made his way through the city. Silence filled the car once again as Harley contemplated what she should say next. Maybe she could sweeten her apology a bit. The Joker was about to say something to her earlier but he never got a chance to finish his sentence or even start it for that matter, leaving her to only ponder the possibilities of what her husband could have wanted to say to her.

"Harley...?" The Joker began somberly, just barely above whisper. Harley stayed silent as she patiently listened and waited. She didn't expect him to forgive her right away; wounds like that took time to heel and Harley was mentally preparing herself for the possibility that her husband may not even forgive her at all.

"HARLEY?!" The Joker shouted when his wife neglected to respond.

"Yes Puddin'?" She asked timidly.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE WE?!" The Joker screamed at the top of his lungs as the realization that he truly didn't know where he was going began to sink in.

"I seriously don't know Puddin'; ya took bunches of turns back there..." Harley replied sheepishly as The Joker mumbled all sorts of colorful words under his breath. He then tensed up again once he saw a silhouette of what appeared to be Batman.

"Oh shoot! Gotta cover my face!" The Joker panicked as he covered his face with his hand, causing the sleeve of his grey suit to slide down, exposing his pale but muscular arm to the figure.

"He's gonna see your white arm..." Harley giggled as the figure came into view a bit more. Now they could see it more clearly as it was yet another statue of a multicolored, giant owl. The Joker sighed in both relief and annoyance as he remembered that Catwoman had supposedly killed Batman as a wedding present for them. She had supposedly hacked him to death with an axe on the day of their wedding but unknown to both Harley Quinn and The Joker, Batman had survived the attack.

"Are ya sure ya don't wanna stop at a hotel or somethin' puddin'? Ya look kinda beat..." Harley asked in slight concern.

"No...No...Because we're already halfway there..." The Joker replied as he stared out at the road forlornly.

TO BE CONTINUED...