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Both Nightwing and the man, who I now know is Commissioner Gordon. Left to call the Bat and do other police things, leaving me alone in the room. I sat there tapping my nails against the table again and again and again bored out of my brain. I was still shaken from my brief encounter with the joker over the phone and it was hard to distract myself in the very plain interrogation room. So I started picking dried blood out of my nails.

The phone started ringing and I jumped violently in my seat, the sound echoing around the room. My first instinct was to pick it up but I realised it might be the joker and I probably shouldn't answer it. So I let it keep ringing to afraid to even decline the call.

"I would answer that if I were you" said a man entering the room with a briefcase.

"Who are you-" I started

"Just answer it you ignorant girl" the man snarled cutting me off.

The man was average height with short cut brown curls and a nasty scar running down his neck which was partially hidden by his shirt. Was he one of the officers? Mabey He didn't know who had called only a couple of minutes ago.

"Please sir you don't understand, you really don't want me to answer that" I pleaded, I really didn't want to even here the joker's voice.

"Just answer it" he growled slamming his large fist against the table.

I was scared things were about to get physical between me and the unknown man. So Shakely I picked up the phone and pressed the green answer Butten praying to all the gods I could think of that it wasn't the clown.

"Hello" I asked into the phone my voice shaking terribly.

There was a brief silence and I let a shaky breath out.

"Oooooh hello Harleen" came a singsong voice from the other end.

A million thoughts went through my mind but I can only mumble "shit" under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice sending child down my spine.

"Nothing" I say quickly, if I play my cards right I might not die today.

"Look here Harly-Harls in my friends briefcase over there, is a bomb big enough to blow up half of Gotham" the joker chuckled like it was one big joke.

I look over at the man and he opens the briefcase to show me the ticking bomb ready to go off at any point.

"buuut if you walk out with harry over there and cause no trouble like a good little pop-tart, I might not blow everyone up how does that sound?

I nodded and realising he couldn't see my said "fine" in an emotionless voice. I could feel sweat collecting on my neck and I felt sick. "I am going to have to hang up now the phone line can only reach so far" I say just wanting to get off the phone.

"Fine" he said nearly sounding disappointed. "Good bye Harley" he said and the words sent a shiver down my spine, again.

I slammed the phone down and breathing heavily and followed the man out of the room. Did harry seriously think that nobody would notice my walking out? But everyone seemed preoccupied and harry and I unfortunately just walked out the front door. I tried to make eye contact with somebody but everyone seemed to be busy. I was so frustrated and scared I wanted to scream.

My first instinct was to sprint and make a run for it but I knew it would only end up with a lot of people dying. So I let myself be walked down abandoned street after street. Nobody was out in Gotham at this time of night and I had no chance of escape.

Eventually after what seemed like forever but was only a fifteen minute walk we stopped in front of a parked limo parked outside a bleak looking side street. The door slipped open and I was shoved only to be seated face to face to the palest man I had ever seen, the joker.

I wanted a bloody hero to do what they do best and come and save me. But I had an awful feeling that it was only going to get worse from here.

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-Harley