"If I knew where she was I would have told you the first time you asked." Joker ran a hand threw his hair, pacing as Harley tore apart Lucy's room. "You said it was normal. You had nightmares too." Joker entered the room to see Harley jumping on a broken lamp.
Harley growled and kicked at pieces then sat down on the un-made bed. "I had nightmares a few times when the acid really set in, but it wasn't anything I'd run away for. It was just memories of me being falling in love you. I don't know what I did wrong, I just…I just want her back." Harley tried to keep her tears from falling, she knew that Mister J hated it when she cried.
"Ah, Harl, it'll be okay. I'll find her, I promise." He pulled her head to wear the top of her head rested against his stomach. "And who knows, maybe she's out killing some polition or diplomat." Harley sniffed and looked up.
"You really think so?"
"I don't doubt her loyalty to our family. She'll come back, or I'll find her. Whatever comes first."
A low rumbling caused Harley and Joker to turn their heads to the floor. The pieces of lamp bounced across the floor.
"Puddin', what's-"
"Joker and Harley Quinn, hands up." A voice sounded from a bullhorn. "Hands up!" Joker sighed and put his hands up lazily by his head.
"Do not have time for this right now."
"Good, then hand us Lucy and we'll be on our way."
"Lucy's not here right now, can I take a message?" Joker laughed.
"Where is she, Joker?"
"Texas, back at her old home, she went to…pick up some stuff she left." Harley interrupted. The chopper sound left and Joker spun to face Harley.
"Quick thinkin', Harls. Now we have a head start. Let's find our daughter."
"Do you think she was telling the truth?" Vincent asked Blake.
"No, they wouldn't give up her location so easily unless they thought they could beat us there. We should be looking closer to here; she's probably in the area."
"What are we going do when we find her?"
Blake handed over a black duffle bag Vincent hesitated to open. "Not we, kid, you."