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Max awoke in a new room with new surroundings. New clothes also awaited her, siting patiently by her shoes. Her feet were sore, but from what she could tell, they had no glass. Glancing around in more detail now, her environment came clearer in focus. She was sitting in the center of a room with cement walls. The floor was dirt and her clothes were coated lightly with slightly brown dust. A door was across the room, but she knew better than to waste her time seeing if it was unlocked. She stood up and scanned the corners and ceiling for anything watching her before carefully switching clothes. It felt good to be free of the mock Harley clothes she had been caught in.
She walked over to the wall and placed her hand along it. Chilly and a little damp. The basement. If she was underground, that was most likely where the Bat was. Cautiously, she squinted up at the spot where the ceiling met the wall and then where it met the dusty ground. Even though she knew nothing was around, she scanned the room before continuing. A small light hung from the cement ceiling, too high up for any use. Pulling the necklace identical to the one Harley wore, out of the pile of her old clothes; she sat down next to the edge of the wall. One her close look she had found a crack. Grateful the metal words were solid; she began hitting at the tear with force. Surprisingly, it crumpled really easily. She curled her fingers around the cement and found dirt behind it. She pulled hard, but it made almost no difference. Slipping the necklace behind the small gap, she jammed it purposely between the wall and the raw earth. Pulling it out, some dirt came with it. She wanted to cheer; it had worked. Continuing this process, she ignored the blisters forming and any slight worry of someone's return.
Over half an hour later she had carved a place through the cement and into the dirt. Once she loosened the chunk of dirt, a small area around it would pull out easily. It sped up in pace and now she had a small tunnel just large enough for her to climb into. It lead nowhere but it was a start. Suddenly, the light popped out, making her jump at the sudden darkness. She panicked, worried that someone would come in. To her relief, footsteps lead to her door before stopping. They opened the door and slipped something in. She was grateful for the darkness masking her progress, though all the same angry that she had lost a sense. She could smell the food; a common fast-food burger. Without thinking, she gabbled it down. Food was food; always a friend, never a foe. Unless it was poisoned. Shaking her head, Max forced the thought out of her head and crawled back over to her corner. She realized that the door was still open, and a figure was faintly outlined by a distant light. The way it bended, she could tell the brightness was upstairs.
To her luck, the line of light was too dim to see much, but she was still anxious. The figure shifted and sniffled slightly.
"Time for the girl to sleep." A gruff voice said. It was one of the men who had been with Joker when she was taken. The door shut and the footsteps lead away. One thing that made Max happy was that in the dark her senses that she still had suddenly became keen and tight. Wishing for nothing more than sleep as a wave of exhaustion from the day and digging overcame her; she forced herself to remain awake. Sleep was for another time; she might not have another choice. Loosing track of time, she keep digging through the night before she finally could go no further. Before she slept, she tried to fill the hole in lightly to cover her tracks, but she barely scooped one handful back before collapsing down and sleep took her to his own world.
