The blare of a car horn woke Harley from her sleep.
Still in a daze, the former psychiatrist rolled onto her left and stretched her arm across the side of the bed, only to find it empty. It wasn't until then that she opened her eyes as the reality of her situation came crashing down once again.
Jack Napier-the man Harley loved- was gone. He'd been vanquished by the Joker, whom she in turn had murdered to protect not only herself, but the ones she loved. Every evening since then she'd wished that Jack was still laying by her side, but that particular night she found herself wishing it was Bruce Wayne.
Harley brought herself to a sitting position. Never in a million lifetimes would she have thought she'd have tender feelings towards the caped crusader. But the events of the past year permitted her to know Batman on a more personal level, even allowing her so much as to see the parallels between him and Jack.
Her white knight, Jack, was gone; but Bruce, on the other hand, remained. And he was just as alone in his jail cell as she was in her bedroom.
Now fully awake, Harley got out of bed and began to put on her jester costume. She knew what she had to do.