A/N : I know I said that upcoming chapters would only be for Batman's POV, but I decided to retract that decision. Sticking to one point of view works for the game, but for a story that has a relatively large scale like this, not so much. The upcoming chapters will be from Robin's, Dick's and Cassandra's point of view as Batman sends them on their missions.

"Thread carefully and thoughtfully." What the hell was just that? Bruce hadn't talked to them in over a week and suddenly he decided to ring Tim up again? The days Bruce was missing were a mess. Barbara got stressed out trying to track him down. In the beginning he, Cassandra and Dick were trying to find him, but after a few days Tim focused on trying to find Scarecrow, to stop this madness and to prevent that bomb from detonating. His plan made so little sense looking back at it. For instance, why would Scarecrow want the city empty when he wanted to cover it in fear gas?

The mansion had been in turmoil as well. It seems as if Gotham needed a small breather, but after Hush's big speech crowds started to gather, started demanding answers as to why a man dressed up in a bat costume was defending their city. It had been hard, on all of them. Tim cleared his head and looked at the gassed out wasteland in front of him, the dark yellow, orange fear gas covering the city. He had failed then, but now he needed to focus, focus on finding Quinn and figure out what in the hell was going on. Harley had made her home in the Steel Mill, probably for a sense of nostalgia. It had been her hideout in Arkham City, after all. The walls of the prison located in the heart of Gotham were still up. Officials hadn't had the time to tear them down yet; Scarecrow's attack was swift and caught them off guard.

"Barb, you there?" "What's up?" Tim squinted his eyes. "There's a body nailed to one of the stoves of the Steel Mill. Looks like a man in a fancy suit, mid 40's. I'll keep you updated." Two snipers were guarding Harley's base of operations, but their bright red lasers gave away their position. Like he was trained to, Tim quickly took them out, knocking both their heads against each other and approached closer to the body. "Any news?" Barbara asked. Tim inspected the face. There were words written on top of the body, in blood. "Don't mess with us, dorks." Tim looked at the face again. "Victim's name is Thomas Elliot. The guy that gave Bruce's speech a while earlier, remember him?" It was quite odd seeing the corpse of someone that looked a hell of a lot like Bruce pinned up like this. There were rumors Thomas was working together with Scarecrow and The Knight, this was probably Harley's way of taking revenge.

"Thomas Elliot? Hush? Tim, that's huge. I'll be sure to let Bruce know. Good job." Tim ended communication and explored the mill further. He had never been here, purely seen glimpses of it back when Harley kidnapped Bruce. "Quinn, you in here?" the walls were filled with puns Harley had made up. "In comes the day, away with the knight." "Scarecow!" were just a few that Tim had spotted.

"Is that you, Bird-Brain?" Harley appeared at the end of a hallway. "It's been a long time." Harley looked like a complete mess, she had never quite gotten over the death of Joker. She wore one black boot and a red one. A black corset and what appeared to be her nurse uniform back in Arkham Asylum. Instead of her skirt back in the day however, she opted for a red and black legging. Her hair hadn't been in pigtails anymore and she dyed her ends black. "Great to see you again, Harleen." Tim began, taking a deep breath. Her mental state had completely changed ever since Joker died. "Honor's all yours, Boy Scout." "Listen, I'd heard we had a common enemy, I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to help you."

"Who put you up to this, huh? Was it Batman? Wasn't he man enough to face me all by himself? After all the things I did. Killing Sharp wasn't easy, ya know!"

"I bet it wasn't. Can we just talk, Harley? Please?"

Lights turned on and the hallway was finally lit up so Robin could see Harley more clearly. She wasn't armed and approached him at a soft pace. "Let's." Harley concluded.

It felt rather uneasy walking beside her, considering this was the woman who tried to kill him a few months ago. She probably realized she had no one to go. Robin seized the opportunity and locked her in cuffs. Harley took a deep breath and opened her mouth to say something, but reminded herself that she should've seen this coming and closed it again. "Batman suggested that maybe we can help each other." Robin said. "No way am I ever going to work with the same man that killed everything I ever loved, and ever will love."

"Why'd you end up splitting with that little group of yours anyway?" Robin grabbed a chair and sat Harley down on it. "Because I saw him." She whispered and looked up at Robin. He could see tears beginning to form in her eyes, a hint of emotion. "You saw Joker?" Tim asked. Harley nodded and started sobbing. "I know, I know he's dead, but I did. I saw him, Bird-Brain! He talked to me!" Robin had to ask a question, but he dreaded the answer. "What did he say?" Harley shook her head. "He gave me this." She tried to reach into her pockets but upon realizing her hands were cuffed nodded for Robin to search her pockets. Robin pulled out a small DVD. Tim took out one of the holographic DVD players he had made in his earlier days as Robin and put it in. "Watch it, please." Harley begged.

"In the event of my death, play me." It was Joker's voice, undeniably.

"Harley, if you're watching this it means one of those costumed freaks finally gave in and snapped my neck. Fear not, however, as I've got plenty more jokes for you to make. Did I ever tell you how Bat's and I met? It was one of Gotham's worst winters. I decided to do a little role-play and kidnapped Roman Sionis. Just for shizzles and giggles I put a bounty on Bat's head and ever since that, he's had it out for me. Now, I want you to go to my cell in ol' Arkham Asylum and find three photos. They're in the top drawer, left wall. I want you to take them and to put them on billboards, put them everywhere! The right people will notice. It's going to be a cracker!"

"He wanted you to collect pictures? Did you?" Harley nodded. "I was 'bout to spread 'em but then Scarecrow came swooping in. The photo's are kinda vague, but maybe they weren't meant for me." "Where are they?" Tim asked. Harley took a deep breath and kept her mouth shut. Tim rolled his eyes and grabbed a roll of duct tape. "Not aga,-" He put a piece on top of Harley's mouth and slowly inspected the room. After a rough ten minutes of searching he opened up a drawer and found the photos Joker mentioned. He inspected them, only to drop them on the floor in shock.

The first photo was a photo of Joker smiling to the left. To the right was a young boy and his parents as they were about to get mugged.

The second photo was the same composition. Joker was smiling in the left, his red lipstick reflecting on the circus lights. To the right were the Flying Graysons performing. The photo showed two of the acrobats falling.

The third photo was the only one Tim was somewhat familiar with. Joker smiling and to the right was Barb. Undressed except for her lingerie and bleeding to death.

"Barb, I think we have a problem. I think he knew."