"M...Mr. J?" a female voice asked.

Jackie looked up from his position on the ground to see a young woman with bandages around the sides of her face. It looked like someone gave her a deep Glasgow grin; he knew what those were somehow.

"Are..y...you okay?" the woman asked.

The comedian rubbed his head.

"I think so, but what happened. Who am I?"

Laughter was the next sound he heard.

"Boy, that owl guy sure did a number on you. You mean, you really don't remember?"

He just shook his head.

"Y...you're Mr. J. The owner of the Last Laugh comedy club. I...I'm Harley, your girl and your manager. That owl guy didn't like what we were doing, so he kidnapped us and roughed us up. I escaped and thought you were with me, but when I saw your body wash up on shore, I thought you were dead, Sweet!" Harley said before pulling him into an embrace.

"According to the doctor, I'm as good as dead,"

Harley pulled back.

"What do 'y mean?" she asked.

The clown man began explaining the long confusing story.

Harley blinked a few times in realization and then pulled him into another strong embrace.

"Well...m...maybe you'll get better?" Harley asked finally.

"I don't know, and I really shouldn't have burdened you with all of this," J said.

"N...no, it's okay. W..we support each other. That's what family's for," Harley said.

Harley glanced at him with a sad look in her eyes.

"Now, don't be like that, Harley!"

"I don't wanna lose you, Mr. J. You and this job at the comedy club were the best thing that eva happened ta me,"

Harley embraced him again. This time tears ran down her cheeks and onto J's face. He stifled a very inappropriate giggle and hoped she didn't notice.

"Well, since you seem to know me a lot better than I do at the moment, could you fill me in?" J asked.

She rolled her eyes.

"Sure, I'll explain it all to you when we get back home,"

"I sure hope that owl guy doesn't show up again," J said.

"You and me both, Sweets, you and me both,"

Together, the two traveled back to their apartment, right above the Last Laugh comedy club.

J sat at the table, put his hand to his temples, and pushed the bridge of his nose to try to stop a headache from forming.

Harley had explained most of who he was and what they were doing, and he believed her even though he couldn't remember a thing, but something still bothered him.

"Harley, do you know if I had another name...besides, J?"

"Well, Mr. J, that's what we always called you,"

J sighed. He was pretty sure that "Mr. J" was just a stage name. It was odd that even his girlfriend didn't know his real name.

A smile crept across his face, and he laughed gently at the absurdity of the situation.

"I must have been a spy or something, eh Harley?" J joked.

"I don't know. You were always pretty secretive, but you had to be because of Owlman and all of those criminals we were exposin in our comedy act,"

"So secretive I would hide my own name from my girlfriend?"

Harley just nodded.

"It neva bothered me, Mr. J,"

"Well, it bothers me now, because I still don't know my own name..." J said in a voice that was a bit more stern than usual. He punctuated it with a giggle, though.

"Are you sure I knew you that well?" J asked.

"Pretty well. We've been datin fa a few months," Harley said.

J sighed and smiled again.

Boy, what kind of guy was I, and what was I into? I wouldn't even share my real name with someone close to me? J thought.

Even though he couldn't remember anything, he trusted Harley. She had this honest look about her, and he remembered it for some reason, even though he didn't remember her specifically.

"If you're really curious, though. Someone probably has a record of who you were, right?"

"I'm not sure, Harley," J replied.

"Do y' think y'could maybe go down to the police station ta get printed? Maybe they can use it ta find y'records?" Harley asked.

"Police station? What's that?" J asked.

"Mr. J, please don't tell me you forgot what those are, too!" Harley said with a little alarm in her voice.

J cracked a smile and giggled.

"No, it was only a joke,"

Harley gave him a look.

"Don't do that. I don't like what happened ta you. It's not funny," Harley said sternly before bursting into tears and running out of the room.

J sighed and put his head in his hands. He winced at Harley's shrill sobbing.