I groaned as I woke, unsure as to anything that was happening. The area around me was different from the room I had been given. I tried to move my arms to find that they were restrained by cuffs, and I was spread eagle. I couldn't move, I couldn't grab anything. I didn't know what was going on at all. I pulled as hard as I could on the restraints, but they didn't budge.
"Save it, John...they aren't coming off anytime soon..." She said to me.
"Harleen? Harleen, is that you?" I asked her.
"Yeah...and I'm tied up too..." She said. I turned my head and saw her on a large gear, like the one I was on, our hands just barely able to touch.
"Ah, I see that the both of you are awake now...good...it took some time to find a knockout gas that Harley here wasn't immune to, but, I managed." I heard the Joker say. I turned to face him, who was doing what looked like an evil and menacing smile.
"Joker! What's the big deal, man! Normal people don't lock their accomplices in giant restraints when they're asleep!" I shouted to him.
"And normal villains don't work for Batman!" He said, holding out my broken communicator. I said nothing, and just glared at him. "You were trying to take me out...if I hadn't placed bugs on the rooftop and listened to them recently, you'd still be safe..." He taunted.
"So...why is she here? This should be between you and me, clown head." I said to him.
"Ah, yes, Harley. You see, she knew and didn't immediately rush to tell me. She was a bad girl, and deserves to be punished." He said, walking over to her.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded from him. He ignored me, instead reaching between her legs, which were spread apart, and started to rub her girl. Harleen started to moan, unwanted as well, because of the bad touching she was getting. I could see in her eyes that she wanted him to stop molesting her. "STOP IT YOU FUCKASS! SHE'S NOT A PART OF THIS!" I yelled, to no avail. He continued to rub her girl, slowly, making her squirm beneath his fingers, until she couldn't help but cum. She panted hard after this, as he pulled his hand away.
"When you decide to be more compliant, my dear, you can come down." He told her, leaving the room and locking the door. I resumed my attention to Harleen, and looked her in the eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"No...he just molested me...and I can't get out of this..." She started to say, tearing up a tiny bit.
"It's alright. I'm going to get us out of this. Can you grab any of my fingers?" I asked her, holding out my hand as far as I could. She stretched out her smaller hand, our fingers just barely touching, when she managed to get one of them between her fingers, just barely.
"Got it!" She said. I smiled, then looked at her in the eyes.
"Okay, now, I want you to pull on it as I am, okay?" I asked her. She nodded, then started pulling. I went to my arm and sucessfully pulled it away from the prosthetic hand. "YES!" I said in joy, then moving the stub of my wrist closer to the artificial one, the magnets inside the both of them pulling them together, thus freeing up one of my arms.
"H..how...?" She asked me.
"Training accident. Alfred stitched me up." I said, undoing the locks on my other hand and my ankles, thus making me fall slightly off the platform. I then went to the other holder, the one that Harleen was in, and started to undo the locks on her. As soon as her legs were uncuffed, she closed them tight, ashamed that she had that happen. I get her arms free, then caught her as she fell out. I set her back on her feet, and we both started to run. We headed for the door, but it was bolted shut from the outside, since we could hear the machine doing the job in use. I then looked around, trying to find another exit.
"There! The ventilation shaft!" Harleen said, pointing it out. I then nodded, then followed her to it. I broke open the hatch, let her crawl in first, and quickly followed in. "Well, it looks like your cover's officially blown." She said as we crawled through the small enclosed space.
"Yeah, well, it was bound to happen eventually." I said to her.
"So, how are you going to contact Batman? Now that your communicator's broken..." She asked me.
"The communicators have a built in relay to the Bat-Cave. If one of them is destroyed, it sends an SOS signal to it, and tells Batman that there's trouble. He'll be here soon." I said to her.
"Oh. Well that's useful." She replied.
"Indeed." I commented, just as we fell out of the shaft. We opened our eyes to see the training room, soiled with dust and plaster from where we fell in. I grabbed Harleen's hand, and started to run to the stairs. We quickly descended to the lobby, where we were stopped by The Joker, who had an absurdly large gun.
"Hands in the air, traitors." He said, pointing it at us. I reluctantly held up my own, whilst Harleen did the same. He then started to laugh again, keeping the gun directly on us. As soon as he stopped, though, we continued to hear laughter, as it was coming closer. "What the-?!" He said as a couple of Hyenas jumped on him, snarling and biting him.
"Oh! Be safe, my babies! Let Momma get out!" Harleen said to them.
"They're yours?" I asked her.
"Yeah. What, they're cute!" She said to me.
"Whatever! Let's just go!" I said to her, taking her hand and running again. We were getting closer to the front door when I turned my head to look. I saw the Joker trying to make out a shot at Harleen, and was about to pull the trigger, so my natural instinct was to push her aside and get her out of the way. Once I did, though, I felt the large bullet rip through part of my side, shredding everything in its way. I fell down, and instantly felt weak. I was weaker than any time I had ever felt that. I could feel some kind of liquid creeping into my clothes, and it took me a moment to register that it was my blood. Harleen turned me to my side, and started to shout out my name. I kept hearing her do this at random volumes, my hearing going fuzzy. The last thing I remember hearing was sounds of a fight, and just as I blacked out, I saw the Batman rush to me.