"And as you can see, that's why you have to help me."

Harley beams at Edward Nigma who rubs his temples in frustration.

"I suppose I have nothing better to do."

Harley jumps over beside Nigma and pulls him into a bear hug. After a moment, he awkwardly pats her back.

"You're the best Eddie...um, and huggable like a Teddy?"

"You do realize that you don't need to rhyme."

"But it's almost Christmas! Let's go!"

Harley hops up and pulls Nigma out of his cell by his arm.

...

Dr Jerimiah Arkham tosses in his sleep and jerks awake at the sound of creaking by his bed. He looks around to find no one. Living within the asylum is both at times convenient and troubling. The thought that any number of patients could find his quarters leaves him anxious.

Arkham stands from his bed and walks into his joined bathroom. There's a scuffling noise and before he can turn around, he is hit hard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

...

Arkham awakens in the passenger side of his car with his wrists duck taped together. His vision clears and he looks over to find Harley in a dress quickly stitched together from strait jackets.

"Oh hell. Another kidnapping? What ransom do you want Harley?"

Harley smiles warmly at him. "I'm not Harley, I'm the ghost of Christmas spirit...and...you're gonna get it?"

"Are...are you rhyming now? Joy." Arkham rests his head against the seat and closes his eyes in annoyance.

Harley returns her gaze to the road and suddenly slams on the brakes. Arkham falls forward and hits his head on the dashboard.

"Son of a...!"

Harley grabs him by the collar and turns his head to look out the window.

"Look around. When's the last time you even celebrated Christmas abound?"

Arkham looks out the window and sees a line of brightly decorated houses.

"It's a waste of time."

"Such a spirit pooper. Soon you'll sadden yourself into a stupor."

"Is this the best you can do Harlein?"

"Of corse not! Just wait and see what I've got."

Harley drives for a few minutes singing various Christmas songs. When she parks the car, this time she gets out and opens Dr Arkhams door for him before pulling him out. She cuts his tape and pulls him close.

"Please don't run, it won't be fun."

Arkham nods and Harley leads him to the window of the building. Arkham looks inside and Harley smiles warmly.

"I could show you something sad but I haven't been here in a while so why not see how they're doing?"

Inside two young kids excitedly shake Christmas presents from under the tree. A woman enters from the kitchen and sets downs plate of cookies on the coffee table. A man playing guitar hero on the couch ignores them until the two kids run over to him and talk to him excitedly until he sets down the controller and sits down on the floor by the tree.

"Who are they?"

"Thats my mom, my brother, and his kids. Looks like they're about to pick the Christmas eve presents. I hope they like mine."

"Yours?"

"I like to drop off presents for the kids every year."

Arkham gives her a questioning look.

"I like to do one good thing every three hundred and sixty five days."

Harley smiles at the window for a moment before she grabs Arkhams arm and pulls him back to the car.

"Sorry Jerry, hope you learn to be merry."

Before he can respond, he is hit in the head and knocked unconscious.