Barbara worked viciously to get free from the chains that bound her to the wall. There was a lock pick hidden in her right sleeve, if she could wriggle it loose enough to grab it with her fingers she could start working her way free from her bounds. Despite being paralyzed do to Harley's bullet she wasn't going to give in to Joker's game without a honest fight. After a couple minutes she wiggled the pick loose from her sleeve, grabbed it with her fingers and started frantically to try to break open the locks.

"And just how are you planning to get out of here?" The man in the corner asked. Barbara was startled to hear the man suddenly speak up. With the incident with Harley, the chaos unfolding on TV, and her own predicament she totally forgot there was someone else in the room.

The man got up from his spot in the cell and walked over to where Barbara was chained. The man had wild silver hair that spread out all over the place and a thick grizzly beard. From the looks of it he had to be in at least his fifties or sixties, probably even his seventies. He grabbed the pick and undid Barbara's chains within two seconds. Barbara then fell to the floor, the man stepped to the side as Barbara was unable to get up, having to resort to crawling on the floor.

"Your paralyzed," The man pointed out. "You ain't going to make it out of here if you can't walk, you'll never making past the crazy woman."

"Who are you?" Barbara asked

"Who I am is not important, but I was a doctor here in Arkham before Joker broke loose, and now I am too am a innocent prisoner to that mad man's game."

Barbara hissed as she crawled to the wall and watched the chaos unfold on TV. Joker had completely took over the news stations and was filming his men torch the city. They were throwing torches into cars, smashing open store windows and looting the businesses blind. The police was doing everything they could to stop the madness but were finding themselves overwhelmed. Seeing what Joker was doing to her city, and being unable to stop it, Barbara felt tears forming in her eyes.

"It's awful is it?" The man said "To see something you love consume into darkness."

"Yes," Barbara cried as she wondered if the man was just referring to Gotham or to her and Harley's relationship as well. After all the man had been witness to Barbara's unmasking he had to have noticed the tension between the two and caught on that they were friends. "Yes it is."

"But that doesn't mean you just give into the darkness, you have to be the light that holds back the darkness, and be the beacon of hope where there is believed to be none."

"How can I be a beacon of hope when I'm in this predicament?" Barbara asked "I can't even walk?" It was right then that something donned on her.

"Wait a second? Doctor, did Arkham have any of the Miracle Walkers that I invented."

"Every hospital in the country ordered some shortly after Wayne Manor made them available to the public."

"Get me to the medical center, I got to get back in action. I have to stop this thing."

"Batgirl, as a doctor I must warn you, springing into combat right after a major surgery like that could cause severe consequences. Who knows how your body will react to such a change?"

"We don't have time! Joker is destroying Gotham and I am the only one who can stop it."

"At the risk of your own life?"

"You think I put on this cowl and go out there each night beating up evil doers for the fun of it? I put my life on the line every time I put on this cowl, I voluntary risk my life because the city needs me. And it still does. Do the procedure, get me walking again."

"And if we run into Harley?"

Barbara reached into her belt and pulled out a batarange and tossed it to the doctor. "It's a shock batarange. It will stun it's enemies and knock them out without killing them."

The doctor took the batarange and stuffed it in his pocket. Then, despite his reservations he picked Barbara up and carried her to the operation room for the procedures.

Once inside the operating room Barbara took off her uniform top so the doctor could have access to her back for the procedure. The doctor hooked Barbara up to a respirator, laid her own her stomach and gave her a shot of anesthetic to sedate Barbara for the procedure.

"It's just fair to warn you, I have never done this exact procedure before. Who knows how the outcome could be?"

"I trust you doc." Barbara whispered before she went under. "I trust you." With those last words Barbara was out, and the doctor started cutting a incision in Barbara's back, hoping that this procedure really would work.

In another park of Arkham, locking herself in the woman room, Harley was on her knees reeling over finding out Batgirl's identity. Barbara, her friend and room mate was actually the Batgirl? How could this be? Why did she never tell them? It wasn't just the fact that Barbara was Batgirl that was driving her insane but what Barbara told her right before she was unmasked. She told Harley that is was her fault that Sarah was dead. Ever since Sarah's death Harley had been blaming Batgirl for Sarah's death, and using that as motive to kill her, but Batgirl just flipped the table on her, telling Harley that her joining the Joker's side was what led to Sarah's death.

Then to top it all off Barbara claimed Sarah's dying wish was for Barbara not to give up on her. Why? Why would Sarah still be thinking of Harley in such a friendly way if she was responsible for her death?

Getting on her feet, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and got the first real look at what she had become. She didn't recognize herself anymore, gone was her peachy skin, her gorgeous blond locks and bright smile. All that was left was a ghostly figure that better resembled what she saw in her nightmares of the Joker almost two years ago. No, she looked exactly what she looked like in her nightmares down to the uniform. She had become everything she feared. She let the Joker get to her, she let him win, she let him destroy her.

Screaming Harley smashed her fist through the mirror, shattering it before crawling against the wall and sobbed, burying her face in her blood covered hands.

"Oh Sarah, I'm so sorry! I did this, I betrayed you! I killed you Sarah!" She had to fix this, she had to hope to somehow make this right. "Babs, I got to save Babs!"

Running back to Barbara's cell she gasped to find that the cell was empty. "Babs? Babs where did you go?"

Harley was suddenly startled by the sound of Joker's maniacal laughter. Turning around Harley gasped to see Joker on the TV recording the mayhem that was unfolding in Gotham. Harley's eyes widened in terror as she watched one of Joker's boys grab a elderly man out of a car and start to beat him to death. The thug then laid the man back in his car and lit the car on fire with his lighter.

"Are you not entertained Batman?" Joker cried out as he filmed the spectacle. "This is all happening for you!" Joker turned the camera on himself and laughed as his sadistic grin filled up half the screen. "I just know you want to join this party. I even got party guests lined up and waiting for you!" Joker pulled the camera toward the direction of three hostages tied up to chairs. This was when Harley got her first glimpse of where the Joker currently was. Behind the hostages was a furnace, there was only a handful of buildings that had furnaces attached to their rooftops, and during Harley's time as a therapist studying Joker's case files there was only one that Joker had access to during his time as a fugitive, the Gotham city steel mill.

"You better hurry Bats, or you will miss all the party games, we are just fixing to start our next game, A game I like to call guess who dies next?"

Harley wanted to look away, she wanted to stop watching, but her fear kept her glued as she continued to watch the horror in front of her.

"Here's how we play, I'm thinking of a number between one and ten thousand, which ever one of these lucky party guests gets closest to the number wins!"

Joker turned to the first hostage, a tall slender man that looked in his mid thirties, wearing a tux and large round glasses.

"You there, what's your name?"

"Um... Chuck?"

"What's your guess Chuck?"

"Um... four hundred?"

"NOPE!" Joker laughed before kicking Chuck into the furnace chair and all, laughing as he burned to death. Harley couldn't help but scream at the sight.

"Next contestant?" Joker turned to a young girl that looked like she was still in Collage.

"two thousand?" The girl cried in horror.

"eh, sorry!" The Joker tossed her into the furnace too, by now Harley was sobbing at the sight in front of her

"What have I done?" Harley cried. "I've released the devil himself!"

"And our final contestant!" Joker came to a middle aged man that with a thin beard that that starting to grey at the edges. "What's your guess?"

"eleven hundred?"

"Eleven hundred?" Joker repeated "That's right! Congratulation's you don't get to burn!"

"Really?" The man asked "Does that mean I get to go free?"

"No, but you do get to have a laugh with me!" Joker sprayed laughing gas at the man out of the flower on his suit. The man started laughing uncontrollably. He laughed so hard his chair starting rocking. Soon he to fell backwards and fell into the furnace, laughing as he burned.

"Oops, looks like we ran out of party guests. Don't you hate it when they leave early. But don't worry, we will get some more here soon so don't go away!"

Harley had seen enough, she took off one of her heels and chunked it at the TV screen and shattered it. She then fell to the floor and started crying again, horrified at what she had caused.

Soon Barbara opened her eyes, the anesthetic running it's course she was greeted by the doctor reaching out his hand.

"The procedure was a success. The Miracle Walker was planted in your spine with little trouble, you should be able to walk again."

"Thanks doctor." Barbara sat up and placed one foot on the ground, she then the other and pushed her body forward, hoping that she would be able to stand up and walk. Slowly forcing herself up she was able to find herself standing with no problem, now came the moment of truth, she placed one foot in front of the other, then slowly repeated that motion again and again, speeding up with each step. It was a success, she was walking.

"You did it Doctor!" Barbara cried, "Thank you!"

"You can thank me by stopping the maniac out there!"

Putting her suit back on Barbara started running towards the Arkham exit, she had some unfinished business with the Joker. Both Barbara and the doctor stopped in surprise when they saw Harley sitting on her knees in front of Barbara's cell in tears. That wasn't what scared Barbara though, it was what she was holding, a gun.

"Harley?" Barbara called out concerned.

"You know Babs? I placed only one bullet in this gun. My plan was when Batman arrived to have him watch as me and Batgirl played a game of Russian Roulette. The game was rigged of course, I knew exactly where the bullet was, the plan was to have him watch as the game ended with the bullet going right through Batgirl's skull. But if I did that though, I would have killed my other roommate, just as I killed Sarah."

"Harley, put the gun down, let's talk." Barbara knew what Harley was about to due. Harley was so distraught over finding out who Batgirl was, she was unstable, and if Barbara didn't get her calmed down, she would lose her other friend, and fail Sarah.

"There's nothing to talk about Babs, I let you down, I let Sarah down. I became everything I hated. I let Joker get to me, manipulate me, brainwash me. And by doing so I became a monster, and I killed..." Harley choked up when she spoke the last part. "I killed my best friend. I killed Sarah!"

"Harley please, I can't lose you too."

"You already have." Harley wept "Don't you see, I'm already dead. There's nothing left for me!" Harley started to lift the gun to her head, Barbara had to think fast. Within the blink of a eye Barbara pulled out a batarange and threw it forward, knocking the gun out of Harley's hand and sent it flying down the other side of the hall. As Barbara ran over to Harley, Harley fell into Barbara's shoulder and sobbed bitterly.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay."

"No, it's not going to be okay?" Harley sobbed as she buried herself as deep as she could in Barbara's arms. "I killed Sarah, how can you ever forgive something like that?"

"Cause I made a promise before she died not to give up on you. And I never will. Your going to be fine Harley, your going to get through this."

"How? How can I ever live with myself with what I've done."

"By getting yourself some help. Get help Harley, promise me you will get help."

Harley choked on a tear but she nodded her head promising she would.

With Harley calmed down Barbara ran into the cell and got her cowl as she strapped her cowl on she turned to the doctor who she owed for getting her back into action.

"I know you said it didn't matter who you was, but it matters to me. I got to know, who are you?"

"You've always known who I was miss Gordon." The doctor said, his voice suddenly changing from that of a American to that of a British man. "Be careful of out there now, and don't forget to where your helmet if you take the bike!"

"Alfred?" Barbara gasped. Alfred suddenly took off the wig and fake beard revealing his true self to Batgirl.

"Go miss Gordon. Save the day."

Batgirl nodded and turned towards the exit, but before she left Harley called out to her one last time.

"Babs, make sure to give him a extra kick in the ass for me!"

Batgirl smiled and gave Harley the thumbs up with that she was gone, leaving Harley and Alfred alone in Arkham asylum.

"So um... Alfred, you known Babs for very long?" Harley asked nervously, trying to make small talk with this knew man she just met.

"You and I are going to have a serious heart to heart Missy!" Alfred replied sternly, giving Harley a look that would melt butter.

I probably deserve it." Harley whined.