Alright folks! A new story for everyone to enjoy! Now I must tell you that Part 2 will take place between the Arkham City comics, 1-5, The Arkham City game, and Harley Quinn's revenge. Possible during Arkham Unhinged but that's just how far I can push the Batman and Harley Quinn parting. Right now we are at the Prequel to the game.

I'm also using Hans and Diesel from the end of Part 1 along with the 9th Company Mercenaries. Now this will be like the last and follow with Harley's side of the story as well as the Merc's own story. It brings a two sides to this story and makes it more interesting.

Thank you all for reading Part 1 and now here's Part 2!

With Love ~Dresner

Flashback-

Three weeks before the opening of Arkham City-

Harley sat in her cell for yet another night laying her head against the concrete wall listing to the sound of the Joker's howling laughter as it echoed throughout Arkham Asylum. His laugh was legendary for being the finally thing his victims hear if their lucky enough to die by his hands, but the survivors of the Joker's horrors always wake up screaming to the sounds of his laughter even after it passes. It's something that stays with you even after you manage to escape him.

But it was this sound that Harley manged to get use to over the years, it even helped her sleep at night knowing that he was near by. It was the only thing that ever preoccupied her thoughts anymore after what Jean-Baptiste Astor, A French Paramilitary contractor from the 9th Company, told her about the ever worsening condition of her Puddin. She always worried about that clown or at least Harley did, while Harleen, her more sane and anti-Joker side, could careless. What Harleen cared about the most was Batman and the ever lasting shame she felt for telling Batman that she, or rather Harley, would rather take care of the Joker instead of giving up her persona of Harley Quinn to become Harleen Quinnzel again.

The end to her nightmare life as Harley Quinn was only in arms reach...

Yet she threw it all away just like she did six years ago in Blackgate prison. She was angry, full of pint up rage at her failure to control herself, angry that she dashed everything good going for her for a clown, angry that she can't save him from the inevitable...

But what pissed her off the most also made her the most ashamed, Leaving Batman for the Joker...

"You know you would save him too..." She whispered to herself.

"He might or might not. I know I wouldn't, not after everything he's done to us." Harleen snorted, "I mean look at us! We're in a fucking 5x5 concrete cell in prison orange! If you didn't say a damn thing we would be back at..."

"I don't care," Harley interjected as she looked at her orange shirt and short shorts that made her prison garbs. "I would rather be here with my joker than anywhere else."

"What about Batman?" Harleen asked her in a dreamy voice.

"Maybe if he was here with me if I got to see Mister J..."

"Ugh aaaahhhh! God damn it Harley! You really fucked us over this time!" Harleen shouted in a rage. "If you just went with me we would have been fine! Now we're about to be shipped to fucking Arkham City and now Joker's gonna die! Fucking great! Just Fucking GREAT!"

But her rantings were in vain as Harley complete ignored her and continued to live in her fantasy world of marrying the Joker and the possibility, if Joker didn't kill him, of having the Dark Knight as the best man. Harley did love the big bad bat in her own way, but it was Harleen who dreamed every night of being back with him or Bruce Wayne. Even through the differences between Harley and Harleen were great, they both were always dreaming of something. After all she was a Pisces girl and no matter how to the point Harleen can be both Harley and her minds will always be in the clouds about someone or something.

"I miss you so much!" She said to herself as she listened to the Joker's laughter. "They've kept us apart forever! But as long as I can hear you laugh I know your alright..."

"Do you even regret turning your back on bats for this?" Harleen asked her other half to change the subject.

"A little..." Harley said regrettably as the voices of the guards outside of her door caught her attention.

"Joker's laughin' now. But everyone knows he's done for." One said which put Harley on edge. "True dat. Any day now, Bye Bye, Clown."

"No..." Harley gasped as she leaped to pear through her meal slit of her heavy iron door. Three guards stood in a circle around each other cutting up and talking about the Joker, The new Tyger guards with midnight black uniforms with big 'T's on the back and carrying the latest SCAR series combat rifles.

"Course' some of the guys may see that he-" Gun fire from suppressed rifles cut two of the guards down with in seconds while the other was was shoved against a wall by a man who quickly slit the throat of the guard without hesitation. Harley jumped back from the door with a squeal which caught the attention of the figure outside who responded in a foreign tongue but soon switched to English as a knock on the door came.

"Harley, It's me. Astor!" The man said in a thick French accent as he open the door to her cell. Harley jumped to her feet and looked back at the guards behind the blue jumpsuit clad Frenchmen.

"Boy Froggy! You did a numba on those bozos!" Harley said in surprise in her full Brooklyn accent.

Jean-Baptiste 'Froggy' Astor, Former GIGN officer and field medic, was a new friend and personal doctor to Harley Quinn who more than often helped Harley with her insanity. A quiet and polite man by nature with a thick blonde Goat-T that matched his thick blonde hair. A blue jumpsuit with a black Combat vest with the name 'GIGN' on his back reminded him, and everyone around him, of his status as a Police man, A white armband with a red cross on his left and right arms, Black beanie, combat boots, and police style combat belt made his uniform, one of the only uniforms that Harley actual liked to see everyone in awhile. A Bizon Submachine gun was clutched firmly in his hands with a suppressor at the end made his presence a little unsettling, but it wasn't the first time a man with a gun came up to Harley for any reason. This just happen to be the first time a man with a gun came to actually help her!

"It was not me, but Hans here." Astor told her as he lead her out into the blood spattered hallway to see a tall brown haired man clutching a Russian made AN-94 with Holographic sight and GP-30 grenade launcher. The man wore a light green army style jacket, Blue jeans with knee pads, combat boots, Olive drab combat loading, two holsters, one on his chest and another on his hip with A Mauser C-96 and a Glock 17, a black and red shamag scarf covering his face, and a Black M-43 Panzer cap with Deathshead skull. Next to him was a bulkier figure in heavy full body armor and full face combat helmet looking more like a riot guard or a juggernaut with a PKP LMG over his shoulder and ammunition belts draped over his shoulder.

"So your the infamous Harley Quinn?" Hans said with a impressed tone as he handed her the Glock 17 from his chest holster. "Call me Hans and the big guy with the Pecheneg is Diesel."

A loud and dignified cough came from behind the hulking Diesel as a young blonde of about 20 or 22 in a white hoodie with rabbit ears, Tan Combat loading, Blue jeans, combat boots, and clutching a AS-Val suppressed rifle stepped out in front of him. "Your forgetting me again Hans." She said with almost a annoyed and sisterly tone.

"Ja Ja." Hans said in German, "This is Erika, Keep the names to a bare minimum and we'll get through this with out an issue. Verstanden?"

Harley looked at the strange man with a confused glare until Erika translated for her, "He's asking if you understand."

Harley nodded but was still confused on why these guys were here. Where they hear for her? "What's going on Froggy?" She asked Astor, to which Erika answered.

"We, meaning my two brothers, The 9th Company, and myself are here to get you and the Joker to Arkham City before the other's are transported there in the morning." Erika told her confidently, which reassured her on the Joker's feelings of her.

"Ha! I knew he couldn't live without me!" Harley thought to herself with glee much to Harleen's dismay.

"YAY!" Harley jumped into the air happily. "We're gonna rescue my puddin! We're gonna rescue my puddin!" She chanted over and over again as she skipped down the hall as she followed the sound of Joker's laughter.

Erika, Hans, and Diesel looked Astor in confusion to which the Frenchman replied with, "This is just her normal self, Just wait for the crazy side."

The squad of five made their way through the halls of Arkham once more. This place still showed the scars of the last attack on Arkham last year and the Suicide Squad's assault on the facility two years before. Bullet holes, grenade fragments, green stained walls from Joker toxin, evil smiley faces faded into the concrete, and the thick smell of blood and Poison Ivy's rotting TITAN induced plants filled the air, Even after six months the Joker's take over!

But that didn't surprise Astor, not one bit, nor did it surprise the German mercenaries attached to his company. For him his main objective was to aid in the transportation of HVI, High Value Individuals, to the newly Arkham City Mega Prison (Formally known as North Gotham). But Astor only worked with the Joker on his transportation to Arkham City due to his close ties with Harley Quinn after the last few months as well as a promise of a hefty pay check for his hand in breaking the Joker out of the Asylum and get him to Arkham city FIRST before his enemies get their first. For the sibling team of Erika, Diesel, and Hans the sight of neglect in Asylum wasn't shocking. All forms of funding had gone toward the building of Arkham City's titanic bremer walls, Sentry towers, high tech security systems, and paying the vast private army of the TYGER Corporation. The mass amounts of funding put into the security measures left close to nothing for the reaming members of Arkham's security staff who awaited transfer to Arkham city.

But this didn't surprise them neither, as they too saw the conditions of Arkham city first hand...

They came through the cell block, firing on anyone and everyone who stood in their way as Diesel brought up the rear with his heavy machine gun. Hans, Harley, and Erika took the lead as the followed the sound of Joker's laughter through the penitentiary until coming to the source of the laughter, The medical labs.

Erika, Hans, and Astor stacked up by the door with Diesel at the ready to breech the door. "On three, One, Two-" Hans whispered until Harley Quinn kicked down the door and emptied her gun into the three vengeful guards before they could attack the Joker in retribution for the murder of their friends and comrades during the Arkham Take over one year ago.

"Hiya puddin!" Harley shouted with glee as she saw the wheel chair bound Joker for the first time in months since his incarceration in extreme isolation. She jumped into his lap, rapped her arms around him, and smooched him repeatedly until he shouted to Hans to get her off of him.

"Finally you show up!" Joker shouted with a chuckle at the three German's and the Frenchman with Harley at his side.

"What's the fun with out some suspense, eh?" Diesel asked him as he stood in the hallway scanning for enemies.

"No time for jokes," Hans interjected. "We only got a few minutes before the guards know whats up and the bat comes. So we better shake it out!"

"Their is always time for Jokes Fritz! Always time for a good knee slapper!" The Joker howled with laughter until he began coughing uncontrollably to which Harley ran to a med kit to retrieve medication for her 'Puddin'.

"That's why your da boss Mista J!" Harley laughed as if nothing was wrong as she feed her dying 'Boyfriend' his meds.

Hans and Erika rolled their eyes as they left for the door while Astor stayed with Harley and Joker. "Clear the way, I'll stay them!" Astor told them to which Hans made a dirty remark in German about the French, much to Erika's annoyance.

The pinging and thud of bullets hitting Diesel's armor and the steel walls caught their attentions, "You think that can stop ME?!" Diesel shouted in English with a hint of a southern accent as he unloaded a long burst from his Pecheneg at near by TYGER and Arkham guards. "FUCKERS!" He roared as he lurched forward in his heavy black juggernaut suit firing wildly with his machine gun as he cleared the way out of the ward. Bullets only bounced off or caught in his armor to much of the guard dismay as the Goliath of armor and lead that was Diesel.

"AHAHA! HAHAHA! DIE LIKE MEN YOU PIGS! BWAHHAHAHA!" Diesel laughed as he reached the Open cell block with Erika and Hans close behind as they followed the ocean of empty brass casings.

"He's enjoying himself to much again!" Erika whined as her and Hans took to the flanks of their psychotic brother, firing on to the cat walks until each guard was nothing but paste. The three cleared the block with Harley and Astor escorting the Joker as the Heavy squad cleared the way.

"SHUT THE DOOR!" One guard yelled before a hail of bullets turned him in mince meat. An alarm sounded and the security door slowly began to close on them from the far side of the cell block.

"SO AM I!" Hans yelled with a snicker as he fired a 40mm grenade from his GP-30, destroying the motor and blowing a piece of the door off. "Macht schnell! To the Boat dock!" Hans shouted to Harley and Astor as they rushed forward with the Joker as he howled madly at the joyous display of destruction caused by the mercenaries he hired. Even as bullets rushed past his head, blood raining upon him from the catwalks, and death knocking at his door the Joker couldn't help but think how beautiful everything was coming together for him. He knew he hired the right men, especially since they came with a recommendation from Hugo Strange himself with a psychological evaluation to boot!

The Brothers, Hans and Diesel, were looking for a death wish at the fairest of prices. Ministers of death praying for war, Soulless killing machines without rhyme or reason to live, and stone cold killers who want nothing more than to fight for the sake of fighting.

And a sense of humor! Perfect for his crew!

Harley was over taken by Astor as they exited the ward to the open and still plant infested expanse of Arkham Island. A boat dock with two or three supply boats sat tied to the doctor with four dead TYGER guards scattered across the docks. "Allen and Sean are awaiting in a Patrol boat in the Gotham River to escort us to Arkham City. The question is where to?" Astor asked the Joker as he cut the restraints off of the Joker.

"Oh what a surprise!" The Joker said gleefully as he felt the blood rushed back to his pasty hands, ignoring his question completely. "They're more of you!"

The Germans took the lead once more for the docks without interruption from the guards or anyone. As they stormed down the stairs Hans couldn't shake the feeling of dread in his cold heart at what was on the horizon. He always the one who thought a few steps ahead of his siblings, or at least his slow brother who's only train of thought was that of a Hammer. His sister was very intelligent, rather 'book smart' than combat and life smart like him. His time on the Eastern front, a Biker gang leader, and a Mercenary taught him one thing about silence on a battlefield, especially on a Island like this...

Keep your guard up even after the guns fall silent...

"Heads on a swivel..." Hans whispered as he began to scan around him with his rifle. Diesel did the same but Erika was confused, "What does that mean?" She asked innocently.

"Verdammt Rookies..." Hans said under his breath much to Diesel amusement, to which she slapped him behind the head.

"Fuck you Hans..." She hissed as Hans chuckled.

"It mean's keep a look out." Diesel told her.

"Holy fuck boys, even Diesel knew that one!" Hans taunted his sister as rushed off the flight of stairs. "How long did you go to Faulkner University for Erika? Three? Four years? How many master's degrees with honors? Damn Sis, All that for nothing eh?"

"Four and four masters, but your forgetting-"

"Not forgetting, just not giving a fuck." Hans interjected rudely as they reach the docks as the sound of their combat boots thumbing against the old oak wood docks.

Erika snarls at her brother's laughter, but she couldn't hold it against him or his Older brother, Diesel, aggression. Not after what happen to him in North Korea, or what happen to them in Metropolis five years ago. The three were always a little passive aggressive to each other, it was in their nature to pick at one another. But they always laughed at it or at each other. They only did it because they were family and they did it because they cared about each other, and the only way they knew how to ease the pain of losing loved ones.

"Load Le Clown on board first and take the other boat to rendezvous with the Irishman and the Afrikaner!" Astor ordered to the others as he began prepping the supply boat for the get away to Arkham City.

"Jawohl!" The three confirmed as Hans and Diesel loaded the Joker into the boat while Erika leaped into the adjacent craft and prepped it for launch. It wasn't long before the Joker's escape boat was ready and soon they along with his saviors escaped into the night of Gotham bay.

The Joker only smiled to himself as he saw the look of joy in Harley's face as she sat by him as the Frenchman piloted the boat under the watchful eyes of the German mercenaries in the opposing boat. He was slightly relieved that Harley came to his aid, but it was expected of her and he came to realize that. The presence of Harley Quinn was just as frequent as his old friend and enemy Batman. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of her she always came crawling back to him, which suited him since he needed her for his plans, especially this one. Months of planning had gone into his latest, possibly last, scheme for Gotham and the Dark Knight.

Through the dark night sky he could see dark clouds hovering above a star lite sky with the full moon. The light of the moon reflected off the water just right that it just set the mood perfectly for any couple looking for a romantic night on the town, a moment that Harley Quinn took to plant a kiss on Mister J's lips.

"Damn it Harley! Can't you see I'm having a me moment!" The Joker snapped, "I'm trying to enjoy this beautiful winters night and-" A heavy cough broke his train of thought to which Harley took advantage of to make up for what she thought she did wrong.

"I'm sorry Puddin..." She said in a defeated tone as she gave him some more medicine.

"Why are you apologizing to him?" Harleen asked her. "He's doing it AGAIN and WE'RE going through it ONCE AGAIN! I know your rethinking your fuck up and I'm glad you are, because you know what? You fucked up again!"

Harley ignored Harleen and the Joker's mistreatment once again. She didn't care what he or she had to say about her or her Joker as she rapped her hands around his as the boat jumped from wave to wave at break neck speeds.

"Kilo Two this is Kilo Zero, Do you copy? Over." Astor called into the radio to Allen 'Reggie' Vorster and Sean 'Magic' Disney in the Patrol Boat as they reached the middle of Gotham Bat.

"Roger! Kilo Two reporting. Over." Allen responded.

"Excellent, We are approaching your position. Keep your Browning's on a swivel for anyone or anything trying to stop us." Astor responded.

"Roger Roger, We see you with Kilo one. Coming your way, Kilo Two out."

From the pilot house Astor could see the white guiding light of the Vietnam era PBR, Patrol boat River, coming closer and closer to them to act as armed escort toward Arkham City. The PBR packed two Browning M2 .50 caliber machine guns at the front and three M-60 machine guns spread on the sides and rear of the fighting compartment. The addition of a platform in between the pilot house and duel browning's at the front gave the expert sniper that was Sean Diseny a even platform to take shots at long range with his brand new Barrett M95 .50 caliber sniper rifle, The very weapon his IRA buddies used again the British in North Ireland and for killing the TYGER guards on the docks.

The three boats seemed to have escaped without hassle, water wise, and seemed to be in the clear...

"INCOMING!" Diesel shouted as the sound of jet engines screamed over head, followed by the sight of a black vulture or bat shaped aircraft strafed the boats. Blooms of orange lights in the sky descended upon them and crashed into the water sending jets of sea water into the sky like a geyser. Sean began to fire the twin 50's at the sight of the orange and red rear engine ports of the plane as it danced across the night sky. Tracers flew through the sky like lightening bugs as Sean tried to lead the plane on for the kill. Diesel and Hans began firing their weapons into the air at the plane as well to give the pilot more of a challenge.

"The bugger is to fast for me!" Sean shouted into his ear piece as he tried to get a bead on plane as it lined up to fire another volley of rockets at the escaping boats.

"Kilo 2! This is Hans! Pull along the side of Kilo 1 and let me and my brother aboard! We need those M-60's!" Hans shouted into his ear piece to Allen and Sean.

"Roger!" Allen replied as he steered his boat toward Kilo 2 dodging another Volley of missiles from the vulture like aircraft above.

The two boats drew closer and closer to one another until they were side by side, only separated by a foot of freezing sea water and hypothermia. "Strip off that armor or your sinking like a stone Diesel!" Hans shouted as he sprinted across the small deck and into the PBR.

"Wait up!" Erika yelled as she locked the throttle of the boat and leaped from the Pilots hatch to the PBR.

Diesel fired the last of his ammo belt into the sky before stripping off his juggernaut suit to a lighter battle dress of tan BDU pants and a black tight fitting T-Shirt that showed off his Tattooed and muscular arms. He threw his MG on his back and sprinted over the top of the hull toward the PBR, nearing falling over the side and to because by his brother who pulled him up quickly into the boat. Water splashed on Diesel sending a shock wave throughout his body just before he feel onto the floor of the fighting compartment.

"FUCK THE WINTER!" Diesel shouted as his brother picked him up from the ground and handed him one of the M-60's as Erika began firing her's at the plane.

"No time to bitch about the weather! Get that fucker out of the sky!" Hans shouted as he demount the other M-60 and began firing into the night at the plane as it came for another pass. The combined fire made the pilot take ever more drastic maneuvers to avoid the whirlwind of fire from the PBR. But this pilot stayed calm and made every decision with the utmost care without hesitation. He fired another volley, destroying the abandon supply boat and barley scraping the PBR and the Joker's Boat.

"Fuck that was close!" Erika yelled as she loaded a fresh belt into the M-60 as snow began to fall from the sky.

"I can see the Shipyards from here! ETA ten minutes!" Astor reported over the radio as the lights of the Sionis Steel Mill and New Gotham appeared over the horizon of the titanic sized bremer walls.

"Arkham City here I come!" The Joker shouted with mad laughter as he could just smell the scent of molten steel that was Arkham city just across the bay.

"Where is he?!" Hans shouted as he searched for the strange aircraft stalking them from above.

"I don't hear'em!" Harley shouted as she looked for it in the sky.

"That had to be him... It has to be..." Harley thought to herself as she remembered catching glimpses of the strange aircraft. "But why would he be-"

The supply boat and the PBR were thrown into the air into fire balls as missiles struck the hulls of the boats, Totaling them instantly. The explosion tossed Harley and Joker into the icey waters a few feet away from Astor as he was tossed in the other direction. Hans, Erika, Diesel, Sean, and Allen were tossed from their craft as well, but were separated from one another and no where to be found...

The plane soon hovered over the destruction to inspect the damage done. From what he could see the oil and marine fuel caught fire from the explosion and formed a circle of death for anyone who survived plunging into the frigged waters of the Gotham bay. He searched around for a good five minutes before departing back into Gotham with a heavy heart, but even he knew that the Joker would live through this attack. The Joker always lived through it...

This man should know, He fought the Joker for over six years now... He was the Dark Knight.

He is Batman...

Two Hours Later, Arkham/Old Gotham Sewer System.

Harley dragged the Joker up into the sewer pipe along with Astor while Hans dragged his unconscious brother and sister with them. The Harlequin and the German fought bitterly to stay alive after the explosions caused them to take a dip in Gotham bay. The two were tough, very tough, and not even a little sea water could stop these two from saving the ones they care for.

The thud of helicopter blades outside caught the veteran fighter Hans for surprise as he saw a large Mi-8 Hip transport chopper flying over the wreckage with a safety later hanging from the cargo bay. Two figures were climbing up the later, Sean and Allen, which gave well needed relief to the life long solider. He took a seat near his brother and sister as they shivered and shaken from the freezing waters and the cold winds of a new Gotham winter. It seemed to get colder and colder every year in Gotham, something that all residents started to notice after awhile. For Hans it was a welcoming present, the winter was his favorite time of year. Good things came to him in winter and he hoped that this winter would bring him hope for a new year.

Harley looked over her shoulder to see the lead German, Hans, helping his brother and sister to their feet. He was cold, but even the freezing waters of Gotham Bay didn't seem to phase him, or that he was almost blown up by the Batman!

"Your tough Hans!" Harley said with a snicker. "The last goons Mister J hired would have shit their pants if the Bat tried to blown them up!"

"Just another day Harley..." Hans said as he picked up Astor from the freezing sewer floor. "I won't die unless I want to..."

"Crazy and Dedicated!" The Joker exclaimed with a heavy cough. "Welcome to Arkham!"

Hans gave a heavy laugh at the Joker's statement, "Oh you don't know the half of it bud." Hans chuckled as he cut Astor's water logged Bizon from his rigging with a combat dagger. He open the bolt and removed the magazine to drain out the water in the barrel. A smirk came across his face as the bolt shut closed without trouble, "Damn reds know how to make a gun." He said to himself as rapped his hands firmly around the pistol grip of the Russian made Sub-machine gun.

"Come, We don't have much time." Hans told them as he threw Astor over his shoulders and lead the way. Diesel and Erika came on foot with Harley bringing up the rear while carrying the Joker.

A few moments past and soon it was our of the darkness of the sewers and up an endless latter toward the surface. Where on the surface was the question of the day, or night, or whatever time it is up there on the surface.

Harley followed behind the larger brother, Diesel, a sight she wish she could avoid utterly and completely. His sister was a little privileged, but caring regardless of how many degrees and master she had. But the middle brother, this 'Hans', seemed rather familiar to her. He carried himself rather differently, almost like Batman in a way, but with guns and hand grenades rather than batarangs. But their was something more to 'Hans', more to 'Erika', and to 'Diesel'. These three seemed all to familiar to Harley...

But that didn't matter to her, They were only the hired help, expendable hands for the Joker's plans. But they were going to get a good check for this one!

"Hans! Are we nearing the surface?" Erika called out to her brother.

A bright shining sun broke through the darkness of the man hole tunnel. "Does that answer your question?" Hans replied as he climbed onto the snow covered surface above. He threw himself and Astor into the snow, wallowing in the beauty of the fresh snow and the cold air of the surface.

"Still alive..." He whispered to himself as he rolled on to his back as the sun broke over the Bremer walls of Arkham city, "Still Alive..."

Erika and Diesel stood appeared over him smirking at their middle brother as he whispered to himself "Still alive." over and over again with a slight smile concealed under the wet shamag. Erika removed the wet cloth from his face to reveal a worn face with a Goat-T. Her Brother Hans took heavily off of their deceased father, Theodore. Green eyes that send fear and thanks down your spin when he looked at you, Thick brown hair with a mind of its own, a heart strong enough to power a city, and a skull thick enough to stop a bullet.

"Ja Ja, Still alive Still alive." His brother mocked him as the two siblings helped him to his feet. "You ever gonna stop saying that when shit like this goes right?"

"Never..." He said with a weak chuckle as he stumbled to his feet, his body covered in snow and sewage.

Astor awoke some moments later with a throbbing headache as he too came to his feet. "Où diable sommes-nous? (Where the hell are we?)"

"Arkham city." Harley responds as the Joker proclaimed himself and Harley the mayor and mayoress of Arkham City.