Harley's mind snapped, and she realized that something here had left a sort of mark on her memory because she knew this place. She pushed her gag out with her tongue and laughed. "Well, ain't it been a long time since I was in here." Harley looked around the room. "Three windows, five chairs, two tables, a huge multi-screen computer and a control box. I dunno what kinda joke you're playing, Eddie, but it ain't funny!"
"Shut up!" One of the men yelled at her. Then he leaned over to his buddy who was trying to get Stitch under control. "Who the hell is Eddie?"
"I dunno, but let's just get 'em hooked up and torture 'em already. This one needs to scream a bit more." He answered sarcastically, looking at Stitch. The men lead them to the chairs and pushed them in.
"This room looks different. Get new walls boys? Nah, I got it. Ya shipped the whole room here on a plane, then had to fix all the horrible damage ya did to it!" Harley laughed as she watched the two lock her and Stellora's arms into the cuffs. "You do realize that this was made to disarm bombs in people's heads, right?"
"Look, you little bitch, I don't know who this Eddie guy is and why you think you know where you is, but you don't." One man said. The other rolled his eyes and pulled out Stitch's gag.
"You bastards! I'm gonna fucking kill you when I get outta this goddamned chair!" Stitch yelled, struggling against the metal.
"Stitch! Calm down!" Harley said, smiling. "This is Eddie's room. This all just one big prank by Mistah J. Don't worry 'bout it."
"Harley, you're an idiot! Not everything is funny! My Harleen would have known that!" Stitch answered, looking at her. "My Harleen Quinzel would have fought these guys tooth and nail to protect herself! That clown killed you!"Harley looked at her. She started to cry, looking away from the jester. "You're not her… the one I fell in love with. You're not my doctor. You're not my friend. You're crazy. My Harley kept others from going there. You are not her."
She coughed, slouching down in the chair. "Just get it over with," She told the man at the console.
He smiled. "Gladly." He pulled a lever. The electric current flowed through the chairs and, by default, through the two women in them. Stitch was doing her best not to scream, trying to keep her breath. Harley didn't even acknowledge the shock, to worried about her friend to notice it. She watched as Stitch bit down on her lip, still crying. She drew blood, and this made Harley's heart hurt.
Even if she couldn't really remember her all that well, the image of her bleeding made her subconscious snap. They'd never dated, but Harleen always knew about Stellora's fascination with her. She remembered that much. "It's the success and joy you bring to Arkham. Ya always know what to say to me. Plus, you're really pretty." Those were her exact words. Stitch had told her that was why she liked her.
But now, as she sat in that chair, all of those emotions seemed to evaporate out of her heart.
Stella now realized that this wasn't the Harley she'd worked with or against. This wasn't the woman who'd taken her out that day. This was some sick, twisted, play- with- emotions jester. This wasn't Harleen Quinzel, she was gone. This was Harley Quinn.
The shock stopped as the torturers noticed the almost silent noise level in the room. They both walked up to the victims, forcing the ladies' faces toward themselves.
"What seems to be the problem, huh? Too good for torture?" One yelled at Harley.
"We're lookin' for a bit more than a bloody lip, sweets." The other hissed. He reached up and slapped Dr. Xandra across the face. She looked back at him. Their eyes locked together, and her's glew blue.
"Get away from me… Now." She commanded. He backed away. The other looked at him and then at her. She switched her gaze to him. "Let me go." He walked over to her and unlocked the wrist cuffs. She stood up, wiped the blood off her chin, gave a quick glance at Harley, and walked out. As soon as she exited the room, the men snapped back to life.
"What in the heck just happened?" One asked, holding his head.
"I dunno, but one of 'em escaped, somehow."
"And she took my keys!"