"Well if it ain't Bird Boy himself." smiled Harley Quinn, wrapped up in the corner of the room in a straight jacket.
"Let's cut the introduction." said Tim walking over to Harley to untie her "I need you."
"Aw, I didn't know ya cared Bird Boy."
"Not that way." said Tim, making quick work of the straight jacket "I need your help to find... and I can't believe I'm saying this, I need your help to find Joker."
"No can do Birdbrain."
"What? Why not?"
"A, I don't help anyone that puts me in places like this, and B, I don't know where he is."
"Are you sure?" asked Tim, readying his staff.
"I might be a lot of things, but I ain't no liar!" screamed Harley.
"Hey! How'd you get out?!?" shouted one of the Arkham guards aiming his gun at Robin and Harley.
"Get behind me." said Tim, grabbing ahold of Harley's arm.
"F you Bird Boy, I can handle myself."
From her back pocket Harley pulled out three daggers which she immediately threw into the guard's neck, killing him instantly.
"Not bad." said Tim.
"Told ya." said Harley, pulling her dagger from the corpse's neck "Now let's get the hell out of here."
Robin and Harley Quinn ran out of the cell and into the hallway, taking a right towards the exit. After entering the first door the two found themselves in a room with huge monitor on the wall.
"Well well well." said the eerily deep voice from the monitor "What do we have here?"
"Scarecrow." growled Robin.
"The little bird flies away with my precious prisoner." said Scarecrow as guards flooded the room.
"Hey! I ain't your precious asshat!" shouted Harley stabbing one of the guards in the neck while not looking.
"Yeah, and I sure as hell ain't little." replied Robin, knocking one of guards down as he ran towards them.
"Good luck trying to escape." laughed Scarecrow "Because soon your luck is going to run out. Hahahaha."
"Harley, behind you!" shouted Robin, throwing a batarang at a guard coming at Harley from behind.
"I need to get my freaking hammer." said Harley, stabbing another guard in the gut "Come on Birdbrain, I need to find my freaking hammer."
"Harley, wait!" shouted Robin, running after Harley.
Harley and Robin ran through the Arkham building looking for the room where they placed Harley's hammer.
"This room." said Harley, running into one of the random rooms with Robin following behind.
"How do you know your hammer is in here?" asked Tim.
"I have my ways of knowing things." said Harley, scrounging through the cases in the room.
"You better hurry up, I don't know how long I can hold this door." shouted Tim, putting all the weight he could on the door, before the guards broke in, knocking him to the ground.
"Found it!" cheered Harley, just before the guards could attack Robin.
Harley swung her hammer back and knocked all the guards back out into the hallway.
"Come on." said Tim, running for the exit once again.
After running through multiple doors, knocking out multiple guards, the two found themselves outside of Arkham, but their fight wasn't finished yet. The two came face to face with a hungry and angry Killer Croc.
"I see you've made it out." said Scarecrow over the intercom "But I'm afraid you're going to miss dinner if you leave."
"Hate to burst your bubble Scarecrow, but I've made other plans." said Tim, dodging Croc's teeth.
"Oh Boy Wonder, you hurt me, you really do. Croc, finish them off."
"My pleasure." growled Croc, setting his sights on Harley.
"What the hell?" said Harley "I thought you and I were buds Crocy."
"Not when I'm hungry!" answered Croc, towering over Harley, ready to take a bite.
Before Croc could open his mouth a metal object came flying towards his head, hitting him right in the jaw. Harley and Robin looked in the direction the star shaped object came from and saw Katana land on the ground with a lifeless guard beside her.
"Katana!" cheered Harley "I didn't think you'd be out here."
"You know her?" asked Tim.
"How do you think I knew where to find my hammer?" said Harley.
"I... ain't... happy!" growled Croc, standing up from the ground, ripping the star from his jaw "I'll eat you all!"
To be continued...
