"Fricken. Ow." Harley looked up at the room she was in. Stitches stared her in the eyes and brought a finger to her lips.

"Quiet. They're coming again. Pretend you're still unconscious." Harley couldn't really object to a bit more relaxing. She slouched back over and almost fell asleep when the door opened.

"Hey, she up yet, Project Stupid?" Stitches rolled her eyes.

"What's your next smart name gonna be, meathead?"

"Watch your mouth, miss. Wouldn't want you all beat up, now would we?" He smirked and grabbed her arm. "Especially someone so lovely."

"Yeah, yeah. I haven't heard that one before." She pulled her arm away. "But, no, she isn't awake yet."

"Musta hit her head good?"

"Uh huh." The men walked out of the room, and Stitches uncrossed her arms. "Dim wits, Harley. They're dim wits. They didn't even bind us." Harley looked down at her hands. She was right.

"Why is this happening?" Harley held her forehead and leaned back it the chair. "What are they gonna do to us?"

"Sell us, or rather, they already did." Stitches recrossed her arms. "Tortured, objectified, harassed, put on display, experimented on." Her voice cracked a little at the last one. "We're just toys, now."

"To whom? Mistah J? I'm already a toy for him."

"You know, that'd be an improvement. No, a guy by the name of Eight Ball."

Harley managed a small laugh through the information. "Heh, Eight Ball."

"You won't be laughing once you meet him. He's evil, eviler than Batman."

"Worse than B-man? Didn't think it was possible. He's that bad, huh?"

"Yeah. He's part of some villain rehabilitation crap. Calls it the SAVE."

"Safe?"

"No, SAVE. Stop the Antics of Villains Experiment. Whoever came up with that is a total moron. I'm talking to YOU, author!" Stitches pointed at me, and Harley looked where she's pointing, then gave her a confused look.

"Uh, Stitch...? Earth to Stitch?" The concern was heavy off her voice, almost like they were back in a session.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Just pulling a deadpool. Hi guys!" She waved at you and smiled.

"Dead- who?"

"Deadpool, from Marvel? You know, the other universe of comic books?" Stitches pretended to open a book. "You know, Captain America and stuff...? Ugh, never mind. Guess I should stop talking about stuff like that. My brains is way more technological than yours, anyway. You probably never even heard of Disney." She waved it off. She gave a quick two fingered salute to you before turning back to Harley.

"Ok, then… So, Eight Ball, he bought us?" Harley shook her head and rested her elbows on her knees. Stitches shrugged.

"Pretty much. He owns us now, so be good. I don't feel like getting a nine- tails for his pleasure again. He definitely likes you more than me. Staring at you like that…"

"Like what?"

"I can't even begin to show you." Stitches leaned back against the chair, one elbow resting on the back. "I've never seen someone look at you like that. Except me. But-"

"So if you've looked at me like that, why can't you describe it?"

"Sometimes it just happens. But he's doing it on purpose."

"And you have no idea why it happens to you?"

"Hey, ya got me there. You're the doctor, not me." Stitches shrugged again.

"Once upon a time, we both we're. How did it come to this?"

"Many years of bad luck, Honey Red."

"Hey, Red is Ivy's nickname!" She smiled and Stitches laughed.

"It was your's first." She said in a childish tone, crossing her arms and turning away. "Hmph."

"Aw, does the poor baby feel forgotten?"

Stitches looked at her and smiled, and then they both laughed quietly. Suddenly, the door flew open and two men walked in holding ropes and cloths. "Alright, ladies time to start your duties!" One of the men slipped one of the cloths into Stitch's mouth while the other tied the rope to Harley's hands. Then they switched and pushed both of them out the door. As they walked along they could hear laughing and the clink of glasses. They pushed them further down the hallway until they came to a large, metal door. One of the men input a code into a wall panel, and the door slid open.

As soon as Stitch glanced into the room, she began screaming through the gag in her mouth. Her body surged with the lights again. This room was a science lab. Harley stared at her friend, and then looked around the room they'd been forced into. It was familiar in a way. They men pushed them into the chairs, and Harley remembered...

(Yes, I know Harley can break the fourth wall. This ain't comic book Harley, K? Geez.

Can you guess what this room is? Hint: Shock Chairs and much frizzy hair… "I'm back bitches!" might ring a bell…)