Harley Quinn felt the warm rays of sunshine splash over her face. She groaned and threw the feather pillow over her aching head. The night before had been a rough one for Harley. So many changes had happened in the last 24 hours. Leaving the Joker, requesting Batman's help, and then….she just realized she did not know where she was. She threw the pillow on the ground and sat straight up. She was in a large room furnished with antique wood possessions. She heard another drape open and shielded her eyes from the burning sun.

"Good morning Miss Quinn, I assume you slept well," an old butler cheerily spoke to her. Well, at least wherever she was it seemed pretty safe.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a little shut eye 'round here?" Harley moaned as she lay back down and pulled the brown velvet blankets over her head. The butler ignored her.

"My name is Alfred and if you are in need of anything you are to ask me," Alfred said as he patted the last drape. He walked over to the door, "Master Bruce requests you join him for breakfast. Is there anything you would especially like?"

"Yea, some privacy!" Harley snapped. Then she sat up and looked around. It hit her like a brick wall, "I'm in Wayne Manor!"

"Yes, very good Miss." Alfred said with slight sarcasm, "There is a robe for you in the closet, I shall wait outside to escort you to breakfast."

Alfred turned and left. No sooner had the door clicked shut when Harley threw off the covers and pranced all over the king sized bed, screeching with delight.

"I'm at Wayne Manor! I'm at Wayne Manor! I'm at Wayne Manor…..and I guess I'm here legally!" she sang. She plopped back down on the bed and sighed. She took a full glance around the room, breathing it all in. Every piece of furniture was made from solid oak, and old 17th century paintings hung on the walls. The drapes and bed sheets were woven of heavy brown velvet. She sniffed the air.

"Moth Balls" she said sticking out her tongue. Harley promptly jumped out of bed, her yellow nightgown stopping just before her knees. She spun in circles singing her song until running smack into a huge mirror. After regaining composure, Harley began to admire herself in the mirror.

"I wonder how many women Brucie has had wear this before me!" she giggled while holding the edges of the nightgown out like a Japanese schoolgirl. Harley clapped her hands and laughed at her own joke. She then turned to the side and stuck her finger in her mouth, giving a sultry pout, "However many, I bet they didn't look as good as this! Especially in my condition…." Harley rubbed her belly. A loud knock took her out of her dream.

"Miss Quinn, are you almost ready?" Alfred asked through the door.

"Be there in a jif!" Harley yelled back, running to the closet and grabbing the matching robe to her nightgown. She threw it on hurriedly and tied the waist a bit too tight as she ran to the large oak door. She hesitated and took a deep breath.

"Play it cool, Harl," she exhaled in a whisper with eyes closed. Reopening them, Harley grabbed the cool brass door handle and left the room in a grin.