A/N: Don't mind the typos. Enjoy! :)
Harley turned the key in the ignition, the engine of the small white roadster revved to a start. This woke Angela, she looked around, clearly confused.
"Hey, toots." Harley gave her a small wave, "We're off to Mista J's." She pressed the gas peddle and they sped wildly from the underground parking lot. Angela hastily fastened her seatbelt and gripped the door handle.
They swerved out into the street, causing other cars to come to screeching halt's from both sides. Once they had regained some kind of direction, Angela gathered up her courage and asked the clown-girl, "Who's Mr. J?"
"Don't you read the papers, lady?" Harley inquired, "The Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime?" She asked, quoting a recent headline.
"What does he want with me?" The moment the words left Angela's lips the revving of another engine could be heard over the commotion.
"Bird-boy." Harley growled, adjusting her rear-view mirror so she could see Robin gaining rapidly on them.
"Hold on." Harley flashed the petrified woman a crazed smile, and stepped on the gas.
She swerved onto an on-ramp and was soon tearing up the highway with Robin in pursuit.
"Why are you doing this?" Angela cried, pushing herself into the seat and white-knuckling the door handle.
"It wasn't my idea." Harley admitted, "You're bait, for ya boy." She winked, then swerved to the sound of a honk. "Personally, I think this whole idea is old news, but what can I say? Mista J's probably got something flashy set up for ya." Harley sing-songed, bobbing her head from one side to the other; her hat jingled cheerily.
Suddenly Robin was directly beside them, the clown girl sped recklessly onto the shoulder and soon left the free-way altogether. Robin held his speed and stole quick glances at the terrified girl in the passengers seat. A large drainage pipe was in front of them. Harley entered it without slowing.
"Angela!" Robin called, but had to stop as he couldn't fit into the pipe parallel to them.
Robin sighed, his adrenaline slowly drained. A hard ball of anxiety formed in the pit of his stomach, he swallowed. He knew that the drainage pipes of Gotham were a maze of tunnels, and without maps he could easily become lost. He turned his bike around and sped back to Angela's condo.
"That was pretty easy." Harley remarked, pulling into an unused section of the pipe. She exited the car, and removed Angela. They walked along the drippy pipes, the floors were slippery and thick with slime.
"Where are we going?" The brunette asked.
"Home, sweet home." Harley responded, leading the girl from behind.
They soon came upon a door, which led to a staircase going downward. At the foot of the curving staircase was an open room, with walls of stone.
"Puddin'?" She called, plopping Angela onto a chez.
"Yes, snookums?" A reply came from another room.
"You stay put now," Harley pointed at the girl, then left to greet the Joker.
Her eyes darted about the room, there wasn't much to it. Soaring ceilings made the room cold, and impersonal. The grey stone walls had elegant purple fabric draped down them. A bed lay at one end of the room, Persian carpets covered the icy stone floors. A door was at the far end, it was half open. Without meaning to, Angela was privy to the conversation between her abductors.
Batman slowly regained consciousness. His vision was blurry, but he rose anyway. Holding his head, he leaned against a chair for balance.
"Robin?" He called.
Nothing.
Walking towards the shattered window, he shook his head a final time and shot his grappling hook towards a nearby building. Night still held firm over the city, much like it held, firm over his head. He swung through the air landing silently on the roof of a building. He searched the sky for the signal, but there was none.
He thought of Angela, the poor girl would be terrified out of her wits by now. Although the plan seemed incredibly simple and uncreative, the Joker always had something up his sleeve. It was strange, but soon he found his mind settling on the topic of Harley. Once a successful psychologist, now an accomplice to kidnaping? Her pursuit of the Joker's love and affection was fruitless, yet she stayed by his side.
It was clear to him that deep inside she missed real love. Not the selfish, self-serving kind that the Joker was capable of giving. In an odd way, Batman could relate to Harley. In some way, he felt he understood her.