After a long night of Joker and Harley fighting, Harley decided to head to the closest bar and to drink away her sorrows and pain. She sat on a bar stool, staring at a napkin that was stained with her blood. She was drinking a glass of whiskey as she tried her best to wipe up her blood from her wounds that Joker gave her "I think I might go home and fold the dishes..." she mumbled drunkenly as a man, probably a few years older then her, appeared behind her. He smirked and grabbed onto her waist roughly, pulling her body against his

"Is that right? Maybe I can come home with you too?" he chuckled and began to kiss her neck. But it only made Harley growl. She quickly stood up and punched him across the face, blood oozing from the mans nose.

"Get your hands off of me you creep!" she screamed as the entire bar fell silent. The man wiped the blood from his nose and began to chuckled as a sick smirk spread across his face, reminding Harley of Joker

"You stupid little bitch!" he growled and grabbed onto her wrists, forcing her to lean back against the bar, knocking over her glass of whiskey. Harley screamed and brought her knee up to in between his legs, everyone in the bar just sat in silence and watched the fight from their man stumbled back, holding his crotch in pure agony. Harley stood back up straight and pulled out a gun from her holster, aiming it at the man. The mans eyes widened and he put his hands up in surrender. "S-sorry" he stuttered as Harley just narrowed her eyes at him. But she didn't shoot him, she just stormed out of the bar, tears streaming down her red cheeks. Though her tears weren't visible since once she stepped out the bar, rain began to pour down onto her. She slightly shivered and looked down at the dirty puddles at her feet as she stumbled along the pavement. Her vision was blurry and the world was spinning due to the alcohol she had been drinking. She just wanted to get home and have a nice warm bath and maybe throw up. So she started to make her way back to an apartment in blüdhaven that Joker had no idea about. Ivy's idea obviously.

"Stupid rain.." she mumbled, her speech slurring as she spoke. She had her arms wrapped across her chest as her makeup ran down her face with the mixture of rain and tears. After a while of walking, slipping a few times in the rain, she made it back to her apartment. She pulled out her key from her pocket and began to try and slide the key into the slot. But due to her blurred vision she couldn't get the key into the lock. "C'mon c'mon c'mon!" She mumbled. But she finally gave up, groaning from the nauseous feeling in her stomach

"You okay ma'am?" Asked a voice from behind her. Harley slightly jumped at the voice and span around, looking at the man in front of her. The mans eyes widened at her face, knowing exactly who she was. Harley Quinn. But he decided to stay calm. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. You just seemed a little lost" he chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair

"I-I can't get the key in the lock" she hiccupped, holding the key in her fingers. "You have twenty-twenty vision right? Could you help?" She mumbled as she leaned against the wall next to the door. The dark haired man nodded and took the key from her, easily sliding the key into the lock. He twisted the key and heard a,

'Click'

He pushed the door open and smiled as he passed the key back to her. "You don't look too well. Would you like me to help you inside?" He asked softly as Harley nodded, stumbling into the door. Dick put an arm around her, steadying her as he walked in with her. "Let's get you to bed" he chuckled, finding his way to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and pulled her heels off her feet. Harley curled her toes and buried herself into the blankets, falling to sleep instantly. Dick smiled and stood up. He placed a trashcan beside her bed incase she needed to puke. He put an aspirin and a glass of water on her nightstand before he looked down at her phone. He picked it up and typed something in it before he walked out of the room quietly. He didn't want to stick around so he walked out of the apartment and locked the front door behind him. He walked along the pavement in the pouring rain and sighed as he grabbed his phone, calling someone. "Hey Alfred, could you run a check on Harley Quinn? I wanna know if you can find out what she's been doing in the last 24 hours"

"Of course Master Grayson! I'll update you if I come up with anything" Alfred said as he sat in front of the batcomputer, typing away furiously. "Also, Master Grayson, I would advice you to get home as fast as you can. The weather is supposed to get worse"
Dick nodded, taking in the information.

"Thanks Al, I'll talk to you soon" he said simply before he hung up, making his way to his own apartment