No matter how athletic Barbara and Tim thought they were, they both could barely keep up with Harley as she rapidly led them across Gotham City, eager to get Sophie back after all that time. She had newfound energy inside of her that was suddenly awakened at the thought of seeing Sophie again. She felt she could run a marathon if she needed to. Barbara and Tim knew in the backs of their minds there was a chance that Burgundy had lied to save his own skin upon being confronted, but they hoped for his sake, he didn't. Otherwise, no amount of security would be able to protect him from Harley's wrath that would follow soon afterward. They were almost out of breath when they finally found the run-down old building, and the sky had begun to grow darker, a cold wind beginning to blow around them. The three perched on top of a nearby rooftop as they gazed upon their destination. It looked completely deserted, and Barbara bit her lip, nervously wondering and hoping they were in the right place.

Harley's heart beat wildly with excitement as she noticed a few burly, suspicious-looking men in walk out of the door, and Barbara sighed with relief. At least they were onto something.

"Look there, ya see that?" Harley gasped, jabbing her finger in the direction of the two men. "That creep was telling the truth! They gotta be in there! They just gotta!"

Tim was growing more anxious after each passing second they wasted, especially now that they knew they'd indeed come to the right place. "So, what're we waiting for? Let's go!" He had been worried about Sophie more than he wanted to let on, but now, seeing as they were so close, he would have just assumed broken down the door at that very moment. "Waiting outside isn't finding Sophie any faster!"

"I really can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Birdboy. Let's get a move on!" Harley added, bouncing with anticipation like a little child. "Let's ambush the place and be done with it!"

Barbara sucked in a heavy breath as her eyes carefully scanned the building. Obviously, she was going to have to be the voice of reason on this mission since her two partners were obviously more in an "act now, ask questions later" mindset. They were clearly ready to just bomb the place as soon as possible.

"Not so fast, you two," said Barbara, calmly. "I bet that place is loaded with goons on every floor. We can't draw any attention to ourselves just yet, not until we know where Sophie is, and if she's okay."

Harley gritted her teeth angrily. "But-"

"But nothing!" Barbara suddenly exploded, startling both Harley and Tim. "If they know we're coming, they'll probably make a run for it and then we might never find her!" Barbara glanced at Harley after her sudden outburst and saw Harley's eyes begin to water. Harley quickly glanced at the ground. Barbara felt her heart soften, and she sighed, speaking more gently. "Okay, look, Harley. We can sneak in from one of those upstairs windows to get a better look, but be quiet. Don't attack anyone until we find Sophie, got it?" Barbara eyed Tim, who had balled his fists a little, ready for action. "That goes for both of you."

Tim and Harley glanced at each other and nodded.

Harley, Barbara, and Tim made their way towards the museum effortlessly, but after breaking a window and entering the building, they now had the difficult task of locating Sophie without the thugs knowing they were there. As they crept around their dark, dusty surroundings, Harley smiled to herself. She knew if Sophie had been there with them, she would have complained about how dark and scary it was while still insisting she was brave. Harley missed her terribly, and just knowing they were so close made her weary with anticipation. It made her heart ache to imagine the awful kinds of things Scarecrow could have done to her, and she grew more nervous the further in they ventured. The trio searched countless rooms and hid from thugs until they came upon a door which read: Theater Viewing Area. Barbara carefully pushed the door open, biting her lip as it loudly creaked. They entered the room, glancing around to make sure they weren't being followed. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the extremely bright fluorescent lights which were on the ceiling, but when they finally did, all three of them gasped loudly. They were standing up on a high viewing balcony, and there, on the ground floor below them, was Sophie, strapped down on an operating table. Both Harley and Tim would have jumped down from the balcony at that moment had Barbara not put a finger to her lips and motioned for them to crouch down behind the chairs upon hearing voices from below.

"Before we do anything," Barbara whispered, almost inaudibly, "we need to see what we're dealing with."

Harley knew Barbara was right. She just nodded her head in agreement, even if she wanted to go in swinging. Harley glanced down, and her eyes filled with tears the moment she saw Sophie quietly sobbing from her place on the table. Even from high up in the balcony, Harley could see the pain Sophie seemed to be in, and it was all she could do not to jump down at the very instant. Sophie looked drowsy and confused, the tears flowing almost automatically out of her eyes. Her messy hair was mostly blonde again, with most of the pink she usually wore having been washed away, only a few streaks of pink remained. Save a few traces of pink on her cheeks, most of her white makeup was gone too, only a few smudges of white could be seen. Her costume had been ripped and torn in many places, and she had many purple, circle-shaped bruises all over both her arms and a few spots on her neck. The horrific bruises on her thighs were almost perfectly placed with the ratted tears in her outfit, almost as if no mercy had been shown at all.

Scattered on a metal tray beside her were numerous needles, spray bottles, pills, and pads of papers. Beside the papers was her eye mask. Scarecrow had removed Sophie's mask simply because he wanted to see the terror in her eyes during the experiments without anything in the way. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Scarecrow wandered in, chuckling as he flipped the roll of shiny silver duct tape he was holding in his hand. Harley's whole body tensed up upon seeing him, and she furiously clenched her fists together. She had been thinking of all the ways to kill him since she'd discovered he was the one who had ordered Sophie to be kidnapped, and she was dying to try them all out now that she had seen him. Barbara gently put her hand on Harley's shoulder, motioning for her not to do anything crazy.

Sophie began murmuring from the table as soon as Scarecrow came closer to her. "I...I'm done playing hide-and-seek, now," she said weakly. "The marshmallows...are gone. They...swam away. They just swam away!"

Scarecrow chuckled again and set the roll of tape on the table. "I know, darling. I saw them. They swam right away, didn't they?"

Sophie nodded, slowly. "They swam with...the giraffes. I wanna go, too. I...I wanna go home!" She began to cry a few more tears as she looked up at Scarecrow with huge, pleading eyes. "I just wanna go home!"

"You're not going anywhere," Scarecrow said, flatly. He picked up one of the pads of paper off the table and began looking at it, ignoring the fresh tears Sophie was now crying. "We're due for another round of testing, you know."

"No, no more shots, please!" Sophie pleaded. "No more tests, no more needles!"

Scarecrow laughed a little louder, this time. "Sorry, child, but you don't have a say in the matter, I'm afraid."

From the balcony, Tim stood up angrily, fists clenched as well. Barbara shoved him back onto the ground just as fast as he had stood up. Harley, on the other hand, couldn't move an inch. She could barely take hearing the pain in Sophie's voice and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffing quietly. She wondered how long they had to wait before they could pounce on them, and hoped it wouldn't be too much longer. She was ready to take Sophie into her arms at the very moment and never let her go.

"Come now," said Scarecrow with an evil chuckle. "Don't you want to sing the song, little bird? You know how much like I like it. It helps me to work better."

"I'm not...I'm not a little bird..." Sophie cried, quietly. "I don't wanna...s-sing. I just wanna go...home! H-harley is gonna miss me, and I...I miss her too!"

Harley felt a lump form in her throat when she heard Sophie say her name, and it was almost unbearable to have to sit and wait.

Scarecrow shook his head and chuckled. "Now now, what did I tell you before, little mockingbird. Harley doesn't miss you one bit."

Sophie began sobbing again, and Scarecrow shook his head. He tapped his foot on the ground, impatiently. "Don't be difficult again, little one. Sing the song, and then you can fly away home, okay?"

Sophie stopped crying, gasped, and looked at Scarecrow, her eyes wide. "D-do you promise?"

Harley flinched in pain when she heard Sophie ask that question, remembering the promise she had made to Sophie three weeks earlier that nothing bad would happen to her. Fresh tears formed in her eyes, and she was embarrassed to show the Batkids just how emotionally vulnerable she was at that time. She tried to wipe the tears away as fast as she could before they noticed. She didn't have to worry, though, as both Tim and Barbara were too angrily focused on Scarecrow to pay attention to anything else.

"Yes, sweet little mockingbird bird, I promise you can go home. I'm almost done with my testing, now, anyway," Scarecrow said with an evil grin. "But, you know, you were very naughty for trying to run away last week, and you made everything much harder on yourself because of it."

Sophie took in a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry I tried to run away. But...I wanted to go home, to Harley!" Sophie inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling very weak. "She's..."

"Shh, be quiet now, child, and sing the song. Don't make me break my promise and not let you go home to your friend, Harley," said Scarecrow, tapping the pencil on the pad of paper. "But, you know, I hate to say it, but Harley really doesn't miss you at all."

Sophie's eyes got wide. "What? Yes...yes she does!"

Scarecrow shook his head. "Don't you remember what I told you a few days ago, sweetie? Harley was so happy you were gone, she had a huge celebration. She's so much happier without you. In fact, I heard she didn't even like you very much. She was only keeping you around because she felt obligated to. "

Harley felt like someone had punched her in the stomach after hearing the vicious words from Scarecrow, and she stood up, only to have Barbara yank her down again.

"No...it's not...it's not true!" Sophie cried, almost angrily. "Harley does like me! She does, she does!"

Scarecrow threw the notepad down on the table, making Sophie flinch. He roughly grabbed her by face, anger in his dark eyes. "Are you calling me a liar, child?"

Sophie gasped loudly, utterly terrified. "No, no I-I'm not!" She cried out in terror. Sophie's eyes opened wide with fright, and at that moment it was clear, at least to Scarecrow, who was in close contact with her, that the color of her eyes had changed. Her normally deep blue eyes had become just a shade darker, almost cloudy-like. "I'm...I'm sorry!"

Scarecrow let go of her face and sighed. Sophie cried even more after his earlier angry outburst, and her whole body trembled in fear.

"Well, now that we're clear on that, I'm ready to begin, again. I will not ask you again. Sing the song, now!" Scarecrow barked, angrily, making Sophie jump as he slammed his fists down on the metal table with a loud bang.

Sophie took in another deep, shaky breath and shut her eyes, tightly. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and began to sing, slowly and softly, as Scarecrow listened with an evil, sadistic smile. "Hush, now, sweetie...don't say a word. Scarecrow's gonna kill...a little mockingbird." Sophie began crying a little after the lines. "A-and if that mockingbird won't...cry, Scarecrow's gonna make her wish she'd die. And if that bird will fly away, Scarecrow is gonna...Scarecrow is gonna make her pay."

Sophie began crying a little more as she finished the sick song, watching Scarecrow eye all the different toxins and medicine he could use. She was anticipating which one he would choose, and it made her feel nauseous already.

"You know, sweetie," Scarecrow said after a moment. "I just love that song so much. Sing it again, won't you? I still can't decide which toxin I'm going to use now. I'm in a little need of some...inspiration."

Harley shut her eyes tightly, and the tears she was holding back shot down her cheeks from the force of it. She clenched her fists, tightly. She opened her eyes and glared at Barbara. "Listen, Bratgirl. I've had enough of waiting it out," she hissed angrily. "That sick freak is in a serious need of a beat down. I'm outta here!" With that, Harley stood up and raced out of the room, ready to take down anything and everything in her way.

Tim looked at Barbara without hesitation and scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm with her!"

Tim followed behind Harley, and reluctantly, Barbara came soon after. She agreed with the others: now was the time for action. They dashed through the museum, ready to find the entrance. They barged in on the unsuspecting thugs, who didn't stay unsuspecting for long. Harley's rage had built to the point where she was surprised she didn't break every bone in their bodies after hitting them out of her way. She was running on pure adrenaline and found herself with the strength of two Harleys as she bashed and attacked, frantically trying to find the entrance they so desperately needed.

Sophie had somehow managed to sing Scarecrow's demented song once more, and unfortunately, as Scarecrow had said, it gave him the inspiration he needed.

"Oh, what a sweet little song for such a sweet little girl," Scarecrow said with a laugh, tearing off a piece of duct tape from the huge roll. "Now, this next test might make you a little noisier than I'd like, so I'm afraid you're going to have to be silenced, again." He snickered a little. "After all, we'd hate for anyone to hear you and try to save you, wouldn't we?"

Sophie cried a little more after hearing his words. "But, you said I could go home if I...sing! You said I could go home!"

Scarecrow grinned, again. "So, I lied." He carefully taped Sophie's mouth shut even as she struggled to get away. Once he finished, his eyes scanned the table full of his nasty syringes. "Now, here. Here's the one. I'm going to use...this one." He picked up a syringe filled with bright orange liquid. "I call this new little gem, "Day Nightmares." He squeezed the needle to release the air bubbles and grinned at Sophie as she struggled under the belts, her eyes wide with a terrible fright. "'Day Nightmares.' Isn't that such a nifty little name?"

Sophie whimpered helplessly as the tears flowed down her face, her begs for him not to hurt her anymore going unnoticed.

"Don't worry, sweetie. This will be fun, I promise." He then lifted a tiny spray bottle filled with liquidy-white contents similar to milk and sprayed Sophie directly in her face. Sophie closed her eyes as the spray, which upon contact with air had turned to mere white smoke floated near her. "Now, don't be afraid, child. This is the spray you like, remember? This little gem lets you feel just like normal again...for a while, at least."

After a few inhalations of the smoke, Sophie blinked her eyes for a moment. Then blinked again. After a moment, she looked around her, obviously very confused, almost as if she didn't remember where she was. Although upon seeing Scarecrow, she felt faint. Scarecrow had been right - his white spray had cured her of her confusion from his previous tests, but her fear of the Scarecrow upon their first meeting was still there, and now that she was more mentally aware, her fear came back just after seeing him.

"And now, the fun part!" said Scarcrow, giving an evil laugh as he lifted the orange liquid.

Suddenly, they both heard the sounds of loud grunting, gasping, yelling, and cursing. Scarecrow jumped in surprise as they heard the clear sounds of bodies being thrown and materials being broken. Scarecrow put the needle down and reached into his jacket, patting something reassuringly. Before they could react, Tim raced into the room, sweaty and out of breath.

"You?" Scarecrow gasped, backing up in both shock and excitement. The syringe dropped back onto the table as Scarecrow let it slip from his fingers. "The Boy Wonder? Oh, does that mean Batman is nearby, too?"

Tim shot his rope gun at Scarecrow without a word, binding him tightly. "'Fraid not, you weirdo." He rushed over to Sophie and removed the tape on her mouth. He started to loosen the belts on the table as fast as he could.

"Weirdo, is it? That's not very polite, son," said the Scarecrow, smiling evilly, even if he had just been bound with no means of escape.

"Robin! How'd you find me so...fast?" Sophie asked, surprisingly. "Do you guys have like Bat Radar or something? I mean...I remember I was with Harley this morning...and then there were these terrible thugs and they..." Sophie gasped in shock, her mind seemingly going at a hundred miles per hour. "Oh my gosh! Harley! I remember those guys wanted to hurt her!" Sophie suddenly remembered the last time she saw of Harley, she was being knocked out by one of the awful thugs and she had no idea what had become of her. " I-is she...is she okay? Please tell me she's okay!"

Tim loosed the belts on her arms with a smile. "Yeah, yeah, she's okay. She's been worried half to death about you all this time."

Sophie blinked again. "All this time? What...what do you mean? It's only been a few hours!"

Tim smiled a little and yanked at the belts."Actually, I hate to break it to ya, but you've been missing for like, three weeks already."

"Three weeks?" Sophie gasped.

Tim grinned. "Oh yeah. Had Harley worried sick!"

Sophie's eyes got wide as she thought of a tiny detail. "Hey, how do you know she's okay, anyway? You guys didn't capture her, did you?" She felt an angry feeling seep into her body after realizing that it very well could be the case - that Robin and Batgirl had captured Harley and had thrown her in jail.

"No way," Tim said, grinning again, finally freeing Sophie from her binds. "She and Batgirl are taking care of a little pest problem around here as we speak."

"Harley's here?" Sophie cried, her eyes filling with happy tears as Tim helped her clumsily climb off the table."Oh, you're amazing, Robin!" Sophie grabbed him in a tight hug, and he blushed a bright shade of pink. She smiled slyly after a second. "And you know for all your help, I have something else to give you from the last time we met."

Before Tim could say another word, Sophie stood on her toes and softly kissed him on his lips, then slowly released him. "That's part two."

Tim felt his entire body blush, the worst he'd ever had, he was sure of it. He felt light-headed and almost fainted right onto the floor after the sweet kiss.

"Geez, look what we missed after just a couple of minutes!" Harley cried as she and Barbara raced into the room. Her makeup had almost been completely smudged off, her mask was ripped, and her headpiece was so torn and crumpled, she just ripped them off and tossed them aside. She had apparently fought...and fought hard.

Sophie gasped loudly, turning around. When she saw Harley standing in the room, she was almost unable to contain herself. "Oh, Harley!" Sophie cried, her voice so giddy, a few giggles escaped. "You really are here!" She began to run to Harley as fast as a fox, her eyes cloudy with happy tears.

The next chain of events happened so fast, it was almost unbelievable for anyone. In a flash, Scarecrow slashed the ropes which bound him and threw a tiny black bomb towards Harley, Barbara, Tim, and Sophie. The bombs exploded as soon as they hit the ground, sending out thick gray smoke into the air. Before Sophie could even reach Harley for an embrace, they all were knocked out cold from the toxic gas, falling to the hard, concrete floor. Scarecrow chuckled so much, his entire body shook as he walked towards the now unconscious group. He was ready now, for part two, and was even more satisfied with his new catch.