Sarah's funeral was held outside at her grave site five days later, even though Jim didn't know Sarah as well as Barbara, he joined her for moral support. Sarah's death hit Barbara hard, on top of Harley working in favor of the Joker and being the mastermind behind his escape, Sarah got murdered as a result of Harley's actions. In one day Barbara lost both her room mates and best friends.

Barbra spent most of her days after Sarah's death alone, locking herself in her room and morning the lost of her friend. Her father tried to be there for her, often bringing her dinner and trying to comfort her the way a father could, but most of the time she refused to open the door, and when she did she fell into her father's arms and sobbed.

The only time she got out during these past few days was at night to try to track down Joker's men. She knew he was out there and she was desperate to track him down and avenge her friend's death. None of Joker's men said anything though despite Batgirl's best antics, and night after night, Batgirl's trails ended up cold.

The day of Sarah's funeral, Barbara sat in the middle row right next to her father, she dressed in a black dress, a black vale covering her face as she remained silent, tears falling from her face as her family spoke about her. Her father wrapped a comforting arm around her but it did little to help, she still had a hard time wrapping her head around this whole situation. How could Harley do something like this? How could she join up with the Joker? Why would she? She was always the one trying to help them reform and now to just straight up join them and break Joker out and kill Sarah her best friend and room mate? This didn't make since to her. She didn't know how she would face Harley after this, or how she would keep Sarah's promise and help Harley break loose, but to honor her friend's memory she had to try.

When Barbara walked up to Sarah's casket to pay her final respects, she gave a tearful chuckle as she saw Sarah was still wearing her silly red highlights, though in death they didn't look as silly anymore.

"Goodbye... my friend."

Nobody noticed hiding behind some trees was Harley. She didn't dare show her face to the rest of the crowd but she watched the funeral from a distance, her face wet from her own tears. Sarah was not supposed to get hurt, in fact she was the only person in that asylum that she didn't want killed, but yet she was, and it was her own fault to.

No, it was Batgirl's. If Batgirl wasn't there, if she just minded her own damn business Sarah would still be alive. If she didn't want Batgirl dead before, she did now. She would avenge her friends death, she was going to kill the Batgirl.

Once the funeral was over and everyone started to leave, Sarah's father approached Barbara, who was just starting to head to her car.

"Your Barbara Gordon right?" He asked putting his hand own her shoulder.

"I am."

"Sarah told me a lot about you, I always hoped we would meet someday." He stopped and lowered his head in morning as he struggled to say the next part. "I just never dreamed it would be like this."

"I'm sorry for your loss Mr. Strong. Sarah was a wonderful person."

"I just can't believe it, Harley? The two of them were inseparable, those two were like sisters. Or so I thought anyway. I guess you never really know someone."

"No," Barbara replied in a depressed voice "I guess you don't."

When everybody left for home Barbara returned and looked down at Sarah's grave site. A tombstone had been placed at her grave with a picture of her as well as her date of birth and death. The words Loving daughter, sister, and friend. Had been sketched in it.

"I really wish you were alive right now." Barbara cried as she stared at Sarah's grave. "Cause for the first time since I put on that cowl I don't know what to do. I know you said don't give up on Harley, but I just don't know how I can? Everyday since you've been gone, I have to walk through a empty apartment, and I know who is to blame for it. I'll never be able to hear your laughter, never be able to come to you for advice or cuddle up next to with a blanket and a giant bowl of popcorn and watch Neflix on our days off because of her." Barbara fell to her knees, closing her eyes as more tears fell from her face. "I need your advice, how am I going to face Harley, how am I going to break her free from Joker? How can I keep my promise, knowing who is responsible for you not being here anymore?"

That evening Jim stopped by Barbara's house with some dinner, the same thing he had done the previous four days since Sarah's death, hoping Barbara would finally open up to her. He rang the door bell and this time Barbara did open the door.

"Got you some Chinese takeout." Jim said handing Barbara the paper bowl on noodles.

"Thank's dad," Barbara sighed, tiredly accepting the food from him, the food did smell delicious but she hardly felt like eating.

"I'm still here you know? You can always open up to me, I am still your father."

"Thanks dad but right now. I just would like to be alone. This was just all to sudden for me."

"Well if you change your mind please call me, I hate seeing my little girl like this."

Barbara closed the door and sat on the couch and forcefully tried to shove the noodles in her mouth. She had hardly eaten anything the past few days, even though she didn't feel like eating her body was telling her to get something in her stomach.

As she ate she saw standing on the desk beside her a picture of her, Sarah, and Harley at he City fair four months back. Harley was chowing down on her second of six hotdogs, while Barbara was showing off a giant teddy bear she had just won at the ring toss game. After the picture was taken they had rode this wild roller coaster called Devil's Highway and Harley ended up losing her lunch. Barbara chuckled at the picture at the memories before another tear fell from her eyes. She did indeed need to open up to someone, but it couldn't be her father, for he couldn't give her the help she really needed. She needed to talk to someone who had been in her shoes. She needed Batman.

Taking out her cell phone Barbara sent out a text.

We need to talk.

That night on top of the GCPD next to the bat symbol Batman glided down and met up with Barbara, who was wearing her Bat suit minus the mask.

"Take the mask off Bruce, it's only going to be the two of us." Bruce took off his mask and sat it down next to him.

"I'm sorry for your loss Babs,"

"You've been doing this for over ten years now Batman? Have you ever had anyone whom you've trusted with your life betray you the way Harley has me?"

"I have," Bruce replied "Harvey Dent actually. Like you and Harley we were both really good friends. Not to the extent you and Harley was but we trusted each other, hung out and even hooked each other up with dates. I donated to his campaigns and made public appearances with him during his re election campaigns. We were really close. Then the accident happened that scarred his face up and it ended up driving him to insanity. His insanity turned him to crime and he has ended up killing many people. I still grieve over what happened with him, wondering if I could have prevented the incident from happening.

"Have you ever gave up on him?"

"Part of me has wanted to, but I believe if the roles were reversed Harvey wouldn't give up on me. I know you think that hope is loss for Harley, but deep down if you believe there is still any good left in Harley then you have to try to break her from Joker's grasp. It's going to be hard, and painful. It's going to eat you up emotionally having to confront someone you care so much for. But if she truly was your friend, then you have to fight for her, no matter the challenges."

Barbara exhaled and nodded her head as she understood what Bruce was saying. There was still one more thing she had to know though.

"Is it true?"

"About what?" Bruce asked confused.

"Are you responsible for the Joker's creation?"

Bruce sighed "You know about that day, do you?"

"I saw the video, I saw Red Hood was surrendering yet you were still coming at him. He fell into the chemicals because of you! Then you didn't even try to find him! WHY!?"

Bruce sighed and lowered his head a little ashamed. "It was still early on in my vigilante career. Back then I didn't have as much restraint, so I didn't hold back as much as I should have. That was one of the reasons your father went after me at first. I saw the Red Hood as just another criminal and approached him as one. I knew he was scared, I knew he was about to surrender and was begging for mercy. But I wanted to strike a little bit more fear in him. That was when he backed up farther and lost his balance hence falling into the chemicals. I didn't go after him, because I knew I was responsible for what happened and I was scared over what I just did. I thought I crossed the line and killed, becoming the thing I hated. My own guilt prevented me from searching for him."

Barbara let out a frustrated sigh before approaching Batman and giving him a angry shove. "You should have gone after him though! You should have tried to save him, you should have done something! If you had held back, showed restraint, he never would have fell into those chemicals, never would have became Joker, and never would have brainwashed my best friend, Sarah would still be alive! Everyone one he has killed, every family he has torn apart, every soul he has brainwashed is on you!" Out of anger Barbara struck Bruce against the face, Bruce rubbed his face surprised over Barbara's action.

"You started this war, now I'm going to finish it." Barbara put on her cowl and took out her grappling hook. "I'm going to find him and I'm going to make sure he doesn't over do what he did to Harley ever again. Stay out of my way!"

Batgirl grappled off, leaving Bruce to watch in concerned, fearful of where Barbara's actions would lead.

"Alfred," Bruce called over his earpiece, "Keep a eye out on Barbara, I fear her actions are going to get her killed, or worse."

At Ace Chemicals Joker was pacing around Harley who stood over the very same vat of chemicals that transformed him into the Joker. Harley was on her knees as Joker was going over her official inauguration into their gang.

"Do you promise to serve me and only me?"

"I do,"

"And do you promise to obey every order and command I give, no matter how crazy insane it is?"

"I do."

"And if confronted by the Batgirl, do you promise to kill her?"

Harley let out a wicked smile "I thought you would never ask."

"Then hereby announce you Harley as my second in Command. Now bath in the same chemicals that transformed me into what you see today, and become my partner in crime." Joker pushed Harley into the vat of chemicals. Harley sank into the bottom of the vat where she remained for fifteen seconds.

Then, she shot straight up from the vat, her skin was chalky white, as well as her hair minus the tips that had now been transformed into pink and blue. Joker's men came running up to her with a towel to help her dry off as she wrapped her arms around Joker's neck and gave him a possessive kiss on the lips.

"My Puddin'."