Happy Tuesday! it's not a Monday, so it's not so bad, but I still need my coffee because otherwise I'm very susceptible to tearing someone's head off. Anyways, life is busy, I have little time...you know. The usual. Thanks so much for being patient though, and I love the fact that I'm still getting follows and favorites. You guys make my day sometimes.

Back to where we left off! I really hope you guys like this chapter.

Harley tried to breathe deeply a few times before the physical conflict started. It was definitely going to be a challenge trying to fight him off, but there was no other way. Would she manage? The only exercise she had done after her gunshot wound was walking around the cave. To say that Harley was out of shape would be a huge understatement. There was no telling if she could last longer than ten seconds in a fight versus the Dark Knight's most skilled sidekick.

As they began to circle each other, Harley caught the glints of green, red, and gold that shined off his suit whenever the light hit him. She could see the muscles in his shoulders coiled up, ready to spring. Another thing she noticed was that his suit had a few scuff marks on it and that he looked a bit worn out. Unlike Bruce's mask, Robin's disguise showed a lot more of his face. There was bruising on his cheek that caused that half of his face to swell up with a dark color. Sometime earlier tonight, he had already fought someone and it had taken a slight toll. It might end up working in her favor.

The last time Harley had seen Robin, he was slightly shorter than her and a lot slimmer. Thanks to the training the bat gave him, he never had an issue holding his own in a fight, but now he had size to his advantage as well. The beginnings of a larger build were starting to show. His shoulders were starting to square off and his arms were more defined. Although he was still dressed in his classic colors, the suit had a few modifications on it. Harley wouldn't be surprised if it was a new suit altogether, seeing as to how much the boy had grown.

"Repeat what you said," he said suddenly, his voice low but distinct. He had his eyes focused on her but Harley could see him inching towards her already. She spared a split second to glance down and saw that he was slowly reaching for his utility belt.

"I-I can explain why I'm here," she stammered, taking a step back.

"That's not what I asked," growled Robin with a frown. "I want you to repeat what you said."

"I didn't say anything," Harley said, wondering why it mattered. What did she say? The only thing she had opened her mouth for was to call for the bat.

But she had used his real name.

"I was just hoping he could help me out," she added quickly. "I d-don't want to cause any p-problems since obviously you didn't know I was here, ya know?"

Robin stopped his advance and straightened his posture. The frown on his face deepened but his body seemed to relax, apparently not seeing her as a threat anymore. Good. Harley stayed the way she was, just in case it was a trap, but hopefully he had doubts and that was something she could definitely work with.

"Who are you?" he asked her after a moment.

Now it was Harley's turn to frown. Didn't he recognize her? He had taken her to Arkham more than once, sometimes by himself. There were a few times when she had gotten caught and the clown had escaped, so the bat took chase while Robin drove her to the asylum. It's not like they were friends or anything, but they were nowhere near being strangers.

"I'm…Harley Quinn," she said hesitantly. "You…don't remember me?"

Robin tilted his head to one side, deep in thought though his eyes never left her. Harley stood there awkwardly and still very confused as to why he had to study her. Her response came when the boy's eyes suddenly went wide with astonishment.

Using his mysterious shock as an opportunity, Harley turned and bolted towards the center of the room. The big red button on the computer keyboard had popped into mind and she intended on slamming her hand on it. If the bat was out of the cave, then maybe Alfred could come to her rescue.

She had just spotted the light coming from the large monitor screen when she was tackled from the side and thrown to the ground. There was no way Robin could move that fast. Harley scrambled to her feet as fast as she could and looked up to see another friendly- or not so friendly- face glaring back at her. Judging by the fierce scowl on the girl's face, she definitely wasn't going to be friendly, but at least she was familiar.

"Where to in such a hurry?" Batgirl asked through ragged breaths.

The young woman was already on her feet and ready to fight. Her black and purple suit was also dirty and there were a few rips along the knees and elbows, but the damage wasn't done when she tackled Harley. Both her and Robin had run into trouble that night together and had managed to escape, but not before getting roughed up.

Harley spun quickly when the sound of footsteps reached her ears, ready to fight off a third guest. It turned out to be Robin, stepping closer to join them although he didn't look so ready to attack anymore. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was still studying her.

Using the slight distraction, Batgirl was on her in less than a second. Harley let out a cry of pain as her arm was twisted behind her back, bringing her to her knees. She shut her eyes and bit on the inside of her cheek to keep the tears down. After a few seconds of struggling, Harley decided it was best to stop moving entirely. Batgirl only twisted her arm higher every time Harley tried to break free.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Batgirl shouted into her ear, causing Harley to flinch.

She wanted to answer, to scream that it was all a big misunderstanding, but the pain was too much. Instead of saying something coherent, she let out another cry as soon as she opened her mouth. The sound only seemed to enrage Batgirl even more.

"Who are you?" she asked again through a hiss, putting more pressure on Harley's arm. "What are you doing here, huh? How did you find this place?"

Harley Quinn. Her name was Harley Quinn. She was here to recover after being shot by her psychotic ex. She didn't find this place, she was brought. By the bat.

Who for some reason found it really great to be absent throughout all of this.

Whether it was out of pure luck or some divine being that Harley didn't believe in granting her deepest desire, the sound of the elevator rang throughout the cave. All three of them turned to look at the door, with Batgirl holding Harley's arm behind her back and Robin standing a few feet away. It must have been quite the sight.

After the longest six seconds of Harley's life, the elevator door finally opened to reveal a smiling Alfred, accompanied by Bruce in a casual business suit. He seemed relaxed and in a good mood, apparently having told some sort of joke and making Alfred chuckle. If she wasn't so glad to be rescued, Harley might have been mad that he was having such a good time while she was in pain.

Both of their expressions changed in a split second when they saw what lay before them. Bruce's face became stone, hardening its features into what Harley guessed was what always lay behind the mask. Cold, unfeeling, and authoritative. And it was with that voice that he spoke.

"Let her go."

"What the hell is going on here?" Batgirl protested, her frown still set. "Who is she?"

Robin stepped forward and calmly placed a hand on Batgirl's shoulder, causing her to turn slightly. She never took her eyes off Bruce but her new stance showed she was listening to the younger boy.

"It's…Harley Quinn."

Batgirl finally looked at him, but only to make sure he wasn't joking. When she realized he wasn't, she turned her attention back to Bruce. If she was still angry, it wasn't stronger than the feelings of confusion she was now experiencing.

"Harley Quinn?" she asked Bruce in surprise.

The bat simply stared back at her and said nothing. He hadn't moved from where he was, and neither had Alfred. Except for the command he had given Batgirl, Bruce had made no effort to help Harley escape from Batgirl's hold.

"What is she doing here?" she asked again, and then seemed to realize something else. "What is she doing…alive?"

Now it was Harley's turn to feel infinitely confused on what was going on. What did Batgirl mean by that?

"She's been here the entire time?" Robin said then, taking his hand off Batgirl's shoulder and walking towards Bruce. "Is that why you wanted me away?"

"The Titans needed you," Bruce answered evenly.

"But it worked all too perfectly in this occasion, didn't it?"

"Let her go," said Bruce again, looking at Batgirl.

The young woman groaned but finally complied, lowering her grip to Harley's elbow and bringing her up to her feet. With a shove, Batgirl pushed Harley away from her towards Bruce. Harley, after moving her arm a few times to get the stiffness out of the joints, joined Batgirl and Robin in staring at the bat.

"This is why I never received a single call to come help," mused Batgirl bitterly.

"Your studies are important."

"And you always seem to have the answers for everything, right?" she spat. "You had the perfect excuses to make sure we didn't come around and you could hide her here."

"Was it you?" Robin asked him, crossing his arms over his chest again. "Did you fake her death?"

The bat nodded once. "I had to make sure no one would look for her."

"The body?"

"Murdered prostitute from the Upper East side. Dead before I arrived. There was nothing I could have done. Orphan from Metropolis. She had no one."

"Her killer?"

"Flipped his car when I was giving chase. Caught flames and there wasn't much I could do for him either."

Harley's head started to spin, unable to grasp all of the information that was being thrown her way. What the hell was going on? What were Batgirl and Robin talking about?

"Bruce, what's going on?"

"And then there's the fact that she knows who you are," finished Batgirl, although now she sounded more surprised than angry. "How did that happen?"

"I believe that was my fault," said Alfred, speaking for the first time. "It was a slip up on my behalf that gave Miss Quinn enough information to deduce Master Wayne's identity by herself."

"She can be trusted," Bruce told them, walking up to Harley and examining her arm.

"I bet she can," quipped Batgirl, raising an eyebrow.

Bruce sent her a look that shut her right up, but she kept the frown. Robin, on the other hand, reached up with one hand and pulled his tiny mask off.

"Well," he said, raising his arms and stretching. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I've had a long night and I need to get this suit off."

Bruce only stared with mild astonishment while Batgirl looked on with an expression of pure horror. Harley was ready to bet money that neither of them were expecting Robin to take his mask off and reveal his identity to her so quickly. Alfred was the only one to seem unfazed by it.

Harley looked at Robin's face, realizing she'd seen him before a while back. He had shown up with Bruce to a charity event in downtown Gotham. Of course, back then he was much smaller. He was a boy adopted by Bruce Wayne after his parents had lost their lives and he was left with nothing. It was shortly after that when Gotham started seeing Robin join the bat in his fight against crime. Perhaps no one else noticed it, just like Harley, but now that she knew who they were, it made a lot of sense.

Richard Grayson. That was the name she had seen on television that day. She had always wondered why Robin wore such a small mask compared to the Batman's, but now she realized that it covered much more than she gave credit for. It didn't hide his thick black hair, but the tiny mask somehow made it very difficult to tell it was Grayson behind the disguise.

"Robin!" cried Batgirl, rushing towards him in an attempt to block him from view.

"Relax," he told her, putting his hands up to lightly push her away. "She's been here for a long time without putting anyone in danger. I recall that Harley Quinn was turning a new leaf while she was at Arkham. Maybe she continued that and is totally changed by now. Besides, if Alfred trusts her, then so do I."

"If I tell you I trust her, it's debatable, but if Alfred trusts her, then it's alright?" asked Bruce.

Robin shrugged, sitting on the chair in front of all the computers. "That's the way things work around here."

Harley couldn't help the smile from forming on her face. Bruce seemed so serious all the time, and even though Richard was taking after him, at least he held on to some of his humor. It even seemed to bring some of it out of Bruce.

"I guess you're right about that," Batgirl said slowly, reaching up to carefully remove her cowl. The flow of red hair belonged to a beautiful young woman with pale, clear skin. Much clearer than anyone at that age was supposed to have. Harley would have guessed she was about twenty years old. She didn't have to do much guessing on the name, however, because the girl was also someone she had seen before.

"Barbara Gordon," she said, stretching her hand out for Harley to shake. "Sorry about earlier. I just…haven't been in the cave in a while and I'm not as trusting as Dick. And it would have been helpful to, you know, maybe be in the loop with things like this." She shot Bruce a look with the final comment but otherwise offered Harley a friendly smile. Well, as friendly as a former enemy could muster anyways. It was something Harley couldn't blame her for.

Taking a deep breath, Harley shook Barbara's hand and gave her a hesitant smile. It was strange to officially meet the people she had once tried to kill to gain the clown's favor.

"Now that everyone's introduced," Bruce spoke up, looking around at everyone. "I think we all need some filling in."

Dick stood up with a single nod of his head, walking towards them again and standing in front of Bruce. Barbara turned her full attention towards Bruce and stood patiently, waiting for him to speak. Harley, upon seeing the others, did the same, raising her head to look at the bat in the blue button-up and black tie.

Alfred did nothing of the sort and instead walked towards the elevator again, pressing his hand on the scanner. He turned his neck and smiled at them.

"I shall get Master Wayne some water. Something tells me there's going to be a lot of explaining."

Robin AND Batgirl! It's one more character to butcher, since I don't really know too much about her, but I thought it'd be fun. Leave me a review and let me know what you guys think.

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