~Harley~ I entered Mr. J's office trying to keep myself from squealing because of his headache. He kept something cold on his face and he was massaging his temples with two fingers. "Puddin?" I spoke quietly. "Whaatt, Harley?" He asked obviously irritated. I sighed and closed the door. "We got her." I whispered. "Speak up, Harley." He groaned. "We got her." I said firmly. He sighed and got up. Within a blink of an eye he was choking me up against a wall. "I said, speak. Up." He growled. I could hear the blood in my ears as the oxygen was cut off from the rest of my body. I clawed at the back of his hand leaving deep scratches. He pulled his hand away dropping me to the ground. I knew I hadn't hurt him by the way he scowled at me. I gasped for air and coughed loudly. "We. Got. Her." I spat at him. He stopped scowling at me. For a second I saw a look on his face I hadn't seen since our first interview. Sorrow. I rubbed my neck where I knew there was a hand print. A huge smile crept onto his face as he laughed and said "Well bring her up Harley, dear!""
I collected myself and stumbled to my feet. I left the room silently and made my way down to the holding cell.

~Ringleader~ I sat in the middle of the floor staring at the door. The guard behind me was screaming at me to let him out of the straight jacket I managed to get out of and put him in. He and I both knew that I could've left at any given time. Once he asked me why I didn't leave. I only said "In due time, my sad clown. In due time." The tumblers of the heavily locked door started turning and creaking as someone pushed the door open. By the time I saw who it was I could've made a break for it. I decided against is when I saw a black leg and a black jester like shoe enter. Jester. "Where's my dog?" I asked Harley as she entered staring at the bound guard in the corner of the room. He frowned at her and she came over to me. I stood up in front of her and I came up to her chin. There was a red hand mark around her neck from the joker. Mine would be the next print if she didn't tell me where my dog was. She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Its dead." and giggled. She straightened back up and smiled at me. I smiled mockingly back at her. "Don't worry; you will take his place soon." I whispered back to her. She stopped smiling and back-handed me. It took a second to register that this bitch just hit me. She smirked showing her satisfaction and thinking that she won this. She pranced around me and put some hand cuffs on me. As soon as we were both sure I was secured I flipped over her and choked her with the cuffs. She gasped for breath clawing at the chain but I held on. I only let her go because she was turning blue. She collapsed when I removed my chain. I simply stepped over her and stood in the doorway. I took a while for her to catch her breath and get back up. I couldn't have choked her that hard. I mimicked her satisfied smirk when she looked at me. She fell back down and coughed up blood. I looked at my imaginary watch and started tapping my foot. I sighed dramatically as she coughed up more blood. I walked over to her and tried to help her up. She fought me getting blood on my pants. After an unspoken argument she let me help her up.

Another fifteen or twenty minutes passed before she was back to her annoying self. "Your gonna pay for that bitch." she threatened me wiping the excess blood from her mouth. "You really want to go through this again?" I asked gesturing to the blood puddle on the ground. She sighed and pushed me out of the room. "Watch it." I told her. She ignored me and kept on pushing me. Up some stairs around some corners through some doors past scared thugs. Finally we reached a door that was oozing with the familiar laugh of him. Harley burst through the door dragging me behind her. She pulled me straight to the joker who was still laughing with the thugs I recognized from being dragged to this place. "Just kill her." I heard her whisper. He turned to her. "Now, Harley, where's the fun in that?" he asked her looking at me for the first time ever actually noticing me. His stare was icy and full of anger. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked me directly. I nodded slowly. "I was a casualty in the glass joker venom thing and when you stole all of that money from Gotham National Bank and a lot of your other... Jokes." I explained. Any of the other laughter in the room ceased and all eyes were on me. "What do you mean you were a casualty?" Harley piped up. With a hand he silenced her and the thugs in the room backed into a corner. He approached me and bent down so that we were face to face. "How did you survive them?" he whispered. His eyes traced my features and he made eye contact that would paralyze a normal person. "I didn't." I smiled as he stood back up. He turned his back to me and looked at the ground.

I spotted my baton in the corner of the room and devised a plan to get it. I brought up my cuffed hands and tried to hit the joker. Harley saw this and went to protect him throwing her in front of the point where I'd hit his spine. Instead the metal connected with her jaw. She fell hard and I was immediately rushed by the even more frightened guys in the corner. I fought them off and made it to my baton. I slid easily out of the cuffs and threatened to stab one of the guys with the pointed end. Instead I pressed a button on my baton that let out a thick non-harmful gas that provided me with my escape. I made my way back to the door and rushed to find my way back through the dark hallways to the holding cell. I'd forgotten something in there. By the time I got there the Joker had already came over his P.A. system and ordered "my head on a goddamn platter" I hurried over to the guy who was still in a straight jacket struggling to get out. "If I help you get out you got to help me get out of here." I proposed. He looked deep in my eyes and nodded. When I let him out he took my hand and lead me to the door way. "This way." he said pulling me to the right. He pushed me into a room and closed the door behind him. "You wanna get out? You gotta blend in." he suggested pointing to an old chest filled with the uniforms every one of his thugs wore. I found the best fit for me over my ringleader attire. When I blended in enough he turned to open the door and started dragging me down the hall again. The air around us was getting colder but he kept on running. Pretty soon we were tramping through snow toward the Gotham Bridge that took us into town.