Bruce Wayne and Alfred were in the kitchen, enjoying their morning that had been uninterrupted so far by bat duty or work duty. Alfred had just handed Bruce his morning coffee and the Gotham newspaper, which sat gleaming next to it, like a vice that had been neglected too long.

Just as Bruce brought the cup to his lips ready to enjoy the, for once, peaceful morning a crash sounded from upstairs. DAM, he thought running, without a word to Alfred, down to the batcave to change.

Within seconds he burst into Harley's room, ready to scold her, for whatever insane prank he was sure she had pulled. He knew he should have taken all the dangerous objects out of the room, like he would have done with a small child.

"What are you doing?" he demanded letting the sharpness in his voice make her recoil.

Harley was sitting on the bed, her arms crossed and her face stone cold and brooding. The lamp that used to sit next to her was smashed to pieces on the floor next to the door. Only when he saw it did Batman close the door behind him to reveal the scratches and chips Harley had made on the wooden, once beautifully built, door.

"I WANT OUT!" she screamed, so loudly that Bruce wanted to step back but Batman took over and took one threatening step forward.

"Quinn," he threatened. But, she didn't stop, she sent the other lamp flying towards his head, which he caught easily in his quick grasp. He couldn't believe it he had saved the girl for heavens sake and she was trying to kill him, though after thinking about it, that seemed to happen a lot with this kid.

"You can't keep me here, bats, I know my rights!" she yelled violently thrashing her arms around.

Lord it was hard to think of her well being while she was being so difficult, Batman thought sullenly.

"Rights?" Batman scolded, "you chose to come with me Quinn, remember, help me catch the Joker and you earn our freedom, you are not free yet!"

"Hey I got you close to Joker, it's not my problem you couldn't catch him!" she yelled back at the condescending vigilante before her, "AND ITS HARLEY!"

"Harley," Batman said a little more softly, "Now I am sure you don't want me to send you back to Arkham because you can't help me find the Joker, do you?"

Though her eyes narrowed at Batman she gulped down her fear and remained silent. She didn't want to go back, not one bit!

When she didn't answer he took one step forward, "Now, you can still help me though, you won't be getting out of this bed for a while due to the injuries. But, Harley you have a chance to put the man who has done this to you in jail!"

"I love him and he loves me!" she said forcefully, in response.

"I'll have someone from Arkham come pick you up," Batman said gently, letting his eyes drape over Quinn, her blue stunning eyes locked on him as if he was a time bomb.

"WAIT" she yelled just as he turned to head for the door. Her blue eyes fished the room and he could see the amount of bolts and gadgets coming alive inside her head as she decided on her fate.

"I don't have time for this, Harley,"

"No, please!" she cried quite defeated, "I'll help you!"

Batman stopped heading for the door and for moment their was silence as he weighed up Harley with half cylinder eyes, "Then you will agree to my rules," he said while riddled with doubt.

"What rules?" Harley interjected crossing her arms defensively again.

Batman smiled, "You will not leave this room, Harley, you will accept that that door is to be locked and if you do leave this room it will only be under the supervision of me. Secondly, you will not break anything in this room" he said gesturing to the smashed pieces of lamp, "You will accept any medical treatment that I or anyone in this house will give you, you will eat everything, and I mean everything that I give you and lastly, you will do everything I say when I say it."

Harley remained quiet, "everything," she finally whispered.

"Everything, Harley," Batman repeated.

Harley tilted her head to the side as if thinking about something intently and then held out her hand, "If I do this you'll drop the charges against me right, I'll walk free!"

"Yes, Quinn."

He took her hand and then looked at the smashed pieces, "I'll have a maid clean that up," he said firmly, "behave yourself Harley,"

Then he left her to her isolation like before. She looked around the lonely room wondering if she should have chosen Arkham, then at least, she would be with the Joker for some parts of the day, she could even listen to him yell or insult her through the cell floors.

Batman headed back downstairs, heading into a spare room he switched back into Bruce Wayne and went back to the kitchen, where his morning had begun.

"Problems with Miss Quinn?" Alfred asked with a slight smile.

Bruce gave a half-hearted glare at him and took a gulp of the soothing coffee which ran cooly down his throat. Taking a sigh of relief he brought the newspaper toward him and peered down at the front page.

"The Clowns Go Bang" it rang with a picture of the explosion the Joker had caused on the front page. Bruce's eyes glared down to the passage.

"They have seemed to replace Arkham's locks with rotating doors as the Joker and Harley Quinn have both disappeared from Arkham Asylum in the last month. As a result the town has lost a fortune in the local Bank and eleven people have suffered grave injuries along with the loss of a legendary restaurant. Harley Quinn, however, was one of the injured persons due to the bomb. In fact Batman rushed in to save the Clown Princess who remained unconscious while the Joker escaped freely. The question on everybody's lips is, what is happening to the crime duo and did Harley Quinn survive?"

Bruce let out an involuntary growl at the paper, "Is their no such thing as a peaceful morning!"

"Ugh Master Wayne?" Alfred said a little nervously.

"What is it Alfred?" Bruce said while taking another shot of his coffee.

"Work called, you're needed."

Bruce let out a groan and brought his eyes up to Alfred, "Will you take care of Quinn today?"

"I will do my best Master Wayne, now if you don't hurry you will be late," he said checking the grand clock behind him.

"Good luck, Alfred!" Bruce said before disappearing out of the door, a bit more hurriedly than usual, Alfred thought.