"Did anything come back to you? I mean, how did this happen?" Harley asked as she drove into the night. Mia shrugged her shoulders apologetically. She had no memory of the accident and why she had fallen into a coma and she definitely didn't remember Harley.

"That's ok. I mean, these things need time you know? It will come back to you" she said and turned to her quickly for a smile "So, no flashing images in your head about someone? Anyone?" she said. Mia frowned and thought hard. Her first instinct was to say that she didn't see any faces. But she felt as if she did and now she was forgetting all about it.

"That's…too bad" said the girl immediately as she took a sharp turn to the right. Mia almost hit her head on the window and turned to her in shock.

"Sorry" said the girl sweetly "I'm a little bit of a free spirit when it comes to driving" she said with a giggle. Mia tittered momentarily, and then looked out the window. She obviously didn't know where she was but she could see the darkness of the sea spreading like a black blanket. The lights of the city reflected on the still water and looked like floating beacons. Mia looked up ahead. She could see boats floating quietly on the water as they approached what seemed like a port.

Harley took another hard turn and stopped the vehicle and immediately jumped out.

"Come on!" she said. Mia got out hesitantly. There was something about this place that she didn't like. Her eyes kept landing on the boats and the water as she involuntarily kept peeking over her shoulder. She felt as if there was something she had to be careful about.

Harley turned to her and when she recognized the look on her face slowed down. She took her hand gently and smiled.

"You remember being here don't you?" she said. Mia nodded as she gazed around her. There was nobody there apart from another white van parked on the far end of the port near the lighthouse.

"Well let me show you where we used to sit" she said and pulled her a little bit too harsh with her towards the water. They walked quietly as Harley led her to the rocks at the side of the industrial area of the port. They climbed on top of them and Mia began balancing herself on every rock as they moved. When she raised her eyes, Harley was already far ahead of her, almost flying over the rocks. She moved with agility and gracefulness as she turned around to her.

It took Mia only a second of looking down so that she would decide on what rock she should jump next when she heard a voice near her ear.

"Imagine being shot here and dropped into the water. No one would ever find ya" Harley said with a giggle. Mia thought that her tone changed and she looked up at her as she began moving towards the water. "Come on! Just a little bit further" the blonde girl said "And who knows, if you remember you might get your voice back"

Mia felt her foot rubbing against one of the rocks and she paused as she balanced herself on top of it. Then she froze.

Get her voice back? The doctor said this was a problem she had for a very long time. So how come this woman didn't know of it if she knew Mia before the accident? But at the same time, what else would it be? How did she know her name if she didn't know her?

One thing was sure. She had to get out of here. She was just alone with her with no help if she needed it. Screw remembering for now. Try surviving.

She watched as the woman almost danced on the rocks. She backed away quietly as her eyes never left the girl. She was not looking at her. Mia was in the middle of the big rocks, and would need some time to reach solid ground before the girl looked back at her. She kept climbing and jumping away, glancing at the girl constantly, her heart racing. When she was almost at the edge of the rocks, she heard the voice behind her.

"Hey! It's this way!" Harley shouted. Mia fell to the ground, face first, with a loud thud. She scrambled up immediately and began running away. She heard the girl giving out a loud screech and Mia thought her bones were going to shutter from the force she put behind the scream. She ran away as fast as she could and hid herself in the shadows of the abandoned ships on the end of the port. She panted loudly, feeling her heartbeat in her ears as she grabbed onto a piece of metal to balance herself up.

She kept moving as she hid behind one of the ships, finding her way inside it from a corroded opening on the bottom part. She could smell rust and the rotten scent of algae all around her. She peeked out from the other side of the ship, only to see that there was nobody on sight. The area was completely quiet and lit by the floodlights above them. The white van she saw when they first got here was still on sight and there seemed to be nobody inside. But it looked suspiciously familiar to Harley's van. If that was her real name.

Maybe this was organized. And it was someone that wanted to help Harley catch her. Anyhow, she had to be careful. She didn't know what to do. If she kept low, maybe she would make it until morning and then someone would help her.

As when her brain began processing this possibility, she saw the outline of the girl as she walked quietly through the ships. Mia jumped forward and hid on the outside of the ship, successfully making it before Harley could turn her head. The problem for Mia was that Harley was too quiet. She didn't know where she was.

Abort plan. She had to move. She moved quietly to the front of the ship and looked at the white van in front of her. It was parked maybe a hundred feet away from her. If she was going to run, she had to do it as quietly and quickly as possible. If the van was empty she would get in and if not, well then she had to pray she made it to the lighthouse.

She took a deep breath calming her nerves before bolting towards the van. She ran as fast as she could and was only twenty feet away when she heard the first gunshot. She fell down, startled. She wasn't hurt, it was something else. There were flashing pictures in front of her. The port. The ships. A gunshot. She took a gunshot for someone. Someone…

Richard the name popped in her head. The guard. She got up as fast as she could, hoping that her thoughts were quicker than her actions and that she hadn't wasted a lot of time. She was just about to reach for the handle of the van when she heard the door on the other side of it opening. If she could talk, she would have screamed. She almost fell down as she decided to make a run for the lighthouse. If there was someone inside, and Harley had help, she was definitely dead.

She ran up the small steps before reaching the door of the lighthouse. She opened it with difficulty as it got stuck and closed it behind her. The last thing she saw, was the woman running towards her and a flash of purple with the edge of her eye.

She locked the door and stayed quiet, panting. She looked around the dark, dump room and up the staircase. She began running up the stairs again, occasionally losing her balance and missing a step. She had spent a year lying down on a bed and one and a half weeks later, she was running away from some psycho who she didn't even know who she was!

She reached the top part of the lighthouse and looked around, not sure what she was expecting. The big floodlight spilled on the ocean as the round room with three huge windows enveloped her into a beautiful prison. The only thing she had to hope for was that they wouldn't be able to break the door.

The Joker got out of his trance as he heard the gunshot. He was leaned back in the van, not paying much attention to his surroundings as he thought. When he heard another gunshot, he took his own gun out of his coat and got out of the van. He raised his eyebrows in confusion as he saw Harley running towards him.

"Harley?" he said as she ran. The girl froze and almost fell down by the force it took for her to stop herself.

"B..Boss?" she asked with a shaky voice. "What are you doing here?" she said.

"Uh, what are you-" he began but he was interrupted by a loud noise. Turning around, he saw the door of the lighthouse being pulled close. He saw Harley darting forward then and towards the lighthouse.

"What do you have there, Harls?" he asked her curiously. That was funny. She never did anything without telling him beforehand. It was her way of keeping him interested because she knew he liked it when he was in control. But if she had actually chased down a person by herself just for fun, well hats off.

Harley stopped dead on her tracks and breathed in trying to calm herself. When she was better, she smiled and turned to him, trying to put on as much of a show as she could.

"Just some guy Puddin! Just having fun!" she said as she began walking towards the lighthouse.

"Ahhhh, let's see my girl having fun" he said as he walked towards her. He actually had a lot in his mind so a distraction would be beneficial.

"No!" she snapped at him. She then licked her lips and breathed in "No I'll…get nervous if you're there and I will…not do a good job" she said.

The Joker giggled to himself crossing his arms "Ok then go ahead"

Harley turned to him and half smiled before running towards the lighthouse. The Joker stared at the woman as she did so. Harley would never be nervous just because he was there to watch her kill someone. She was hiding something.

Mia heard the wooden door screeching open. She didn't know how they had unlocked it but they were in! She looked around her for anything she could use against her. She grabbed a metal bar from the floor and waited as she heard her coming up the stairs.

No. That was not a good position. She moved quietly towards the staircase and hid behind the open door of the last floor as she waited for the woman. She felt as if she was not breathing when she heard her taking the last step. Then she could hear nothing. She saw her shadow from the small opening of the door to the side as she walked in the room. She squeezed her hands on the metal bar as the woman moved inside the room. With a swift movement of her arm, she swirled the bar to her direction but not before the woman turned towards her pointing a gun at her. The gun went off but, to Mia's surprise, she managed to land the hit she had prepared directly to the gun, tossing it successfully out the window and to the ocean floor. Mia swirled the bat again but the woman ducked avoiding the blow and attacking her with her fists. Mia was much taller than her but the woman was so much stronger. She punched her hard on the chin, forcing her to fall down painfully. She was about to get up when she felt the woman jumping on top of her, her legs on each side of her hips. She took out a knife and Mia flinched at the light that reflected off of it as the girl brought it up to her throat. Mia gasped.

"You don't deserve him. You don't even know how to fight" she said spitefully.

"Having fun doll?" they heard a male voice from the doorway. Mia saw the girl's eyes widening in shock and she turned around to look towards the door. Mia was lying down and her line of vision was blocked by the woman's body on top of her. Harley looked down at her as her eyes began filling up with tears. Mia felt the blade cutting the skin on her throat and she hissed in pain as the girl began crying.

"Who are you hiding Harls? Hm?" he said playfully as he approached. Mia saw a man standing above them and when he looked down at her, her breath involuntarily stopped. His eyes were locked on hers and for a moment it felt as if time stopped. Even though she couldn't look away, she noticed that the man was wearing makeup and dressed in purple and green. And then she clicked.

That was the Joker.

Mia broke eye contact as fear enveloped her. She feared this man… Or better, she felt as if she should fear him. Her first instinct kept telling her otherwise, but she wasn't stupid. Harley screamed at her face before Mia felt the weight lifting off of her. She looked up startled as the Joker was standing in front of Harley who was crouched down gasping for air. He kicked her in the stomach as the woman cried. Mia felt her stomach turning along with a sudden need to help her but she had to help herself first. And now was her chance. So instead, she got up as quietly as she could and ran out of the room.

She almost fell down the stairs as she got to the bottom floor and out of the lighthouse. She began running away again, feeling as if her muscles couldn't keep up with the velocity her brain was hoping for. She kept running towards the abandoned ships as she heard a loud splash of water coming from behind her. The sound echoed in the silence of the night and Mia felt burning tears of pure panic streaming down her eyes.

Suddenly, without any warning, she felt her legs giving up on her. She was fortunate enough to already be inside one of the ship, but as she fell, everything around her went black. She tried to move. But nothing. She tried to think. Nothing. There was nothing at all.

And as sudden as it started, it stopped. She felt her muscles jerking and her vision returning to her. Well, that wasn't much help as she was still in pure darkness. She got up slowly and looked around her. Nobody was there, she was probably out just for a few seconds. She walked slowly through the ship, trying to balance herself on anything she could find. She peeked out of a small hole and stared at the lighthouse. It was quiet now.

She stayed there, glancing behind her every once in a while. She calmed her breath and closed her eyes sighing. The memories began flooding her mind.

TURN OFF THE LIGHTS! TURN THEM OFF!"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! It was an accident"

"You turned the fucking lights on…by accident!?"

"Mia get down!"

She opened her eyes with a sudden sharp intake of air. She was sure she knew the guard at Arkham now. His name was Richard. She didn't know who he was, but she took a bullet for him. That, she could remember. She was about to turn around and walk out of the ship as it had been too quiet for too long, when she heard something creaking outside the ship. She crouched down and moved towards the exit of the structure. She had to get out of here. She stared at the white van for a moment and with two quick glances she ran towards it. Maybe she could drive away.

But she didn't get very far. She felt two strong arms pulling her backwards as they wrapped around her waist. She pushed and jerked as she was lifted from the ground, her legs dangling. She felt her back connecting to something hard and when she opened her eyes, she saw the man standing right in front of her. He was looking down at her with an unexplained expression on his face. His dark eyes were glistening like pools of liquid ebony and once again, Mia found it impossible for her to turn away. Without any warning, the man grabbed her by the shirt and pulled the shirt down. Mia gasped at the unexpected action, as the man stared down at her shoulder. She looked down and saw the J mark she felt with her fingers a few hours ago. When she looked up at him, she saw him leaning forward quickly.

She felt his lips on hers hungrily and she pushed away as his grip tightened. She punched and scratched his arms as they wrapped painfully tight around her waist, enveloping her into an iron hug. He brought one of his hands to the back of her neck and pushed forwards, allowing himself access inside her mouth. Mia stopped punching him and stayed there, dumbfounded, but not so scared anymore. Even though this was the man that she read had kidnapped and tortured her, killed her sister and possibly shot her, she felt..fine. Of course she was unsure of what was going on and why a psychopathic clown was kissing her, but her instincts were at ease. In fact, for a moment, she felt her eyes closing.

He broke the kiss and breathed out heavily, as he rested his head on her forehead. She looked at his lips with interest, as she saw scars expanding from each side of his mouth into a permanent scarlet grin.

"It's true it's true it's true.…For fuck sakes it's true" he whispered hastily with closed eyes, almost as if he was soothing himself. His hands were moving up and down her figure slowly and painfully, as he leaned onto her with his forehead.

Mia stayed quiet and motionless as something told her she shouldn't try to get away. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked down at her and when he did, he pushed her onto him harder. Mia turned her head to the side, not sure why. She felt as if she had to turn away from him because he was a murderer but it just didn't feel right.

"How the fuck are you alive?" he began. Mia looked up at him with sudden hope. Maybe he could tell her what had happened. Even though she didn't know if he was that kind to do that "ah… doesn't matter. I'll make you remember" he said with hidden anger in his tone. He let go of her then and Mia felt the sudden coldness of the night as he released her. She pushed back against the ship and stared at him, not sure what she was supposed to do.

Who was this man to her? Even though she knew about all the things he had done, it felt as if there was something else. And of course there was. The first thing he had done when he saw her was kiss her for God sakes.

Then, as easily as he had let go of her, he grabbed her wrist again and led her towards the van. Mia put all her weight backwards to stop him. She wasn't getting in there!

"Back to square one I see" he said almost to himself as a light giggle left his mouth. "Don't be difficult doll. I won't hurt you. Come on" he said. Mia stared at him for a moment until he wrapped his arm around her waist and began walking. She pulled away slightly, but not really, as he tightened his grip pulling her towards him. He opened the door and almost pushed her inside, as if making sure she wasn't going to break and then jogged quickly to the other side.

Mia pushed herself against the door as he got in and turned her body to face him. She wanted to make sure she knew what he was doing at all times. She was waiting for the engine to start but it never did. She turned to him tiredly and saw the man staring at the lighthouse. A sudden warm feeling filled her as she looked at him, not understanding why she wasn't panicking.

"Funny" he said with a smirk. And then without a word, he started the engine and drove out of the port and into the city. Mia stared at him as he drove, not sure if she should trust her gut or her head. Her head was telling her that she should jump out of the car to save herself, but her gut kept yelling to her to shut up and stay there. She sighed as a sudden yawn escaped her mouth. She felt her eyes getting heavy as she stared at him with her back glued to the door.

The last thing she could register before she fell into darkness was a warm hand squeezing her thigh painfully.