Joker was gone and it was mid afternoon, Harley was sore all over. She surveyed the various bruises all over her body, there were even a few cuts. "Damn!" There were a lot of bruises. Harley skipped to the bathroom and cranked the warm tap on the shower. Joker had left Harley's bag in the bathroom, how sweet she thought, he knew she'd be needing it.

As Harley stood in the ice cold shower she tried to lather cheap soap all over her body, even through her hair. She began to absent mindedly count the days since their dareing Arkham escape on her fingers. Suddenly Harley gasped and fell the the bottom of the shower in a heap and began to wail. "Not again, not again, not again." She muttered frantically over and over to herself till the water stopped. What could she do?

Digging to the bottom of her bag Harley wrapped her fingers around a small red flip phone, an emergency gift from Pammy and God knows this was an emergency. Harley punched in the only number she knew off by heart, tears still in her eyes as she tried to compose herself. "Hiya Red?" Harely broke down.
She choaked and sobbed down the phone incoherently and when she was finally finshed there was a reply. "Harls? Oh God! It's happened again hasn't it?"
Harley nodded and managed to whimper an "I'm sorry" down the phone. Shortly after Harley disclosed the whereabouts of Jokers super secret hideout after less than a day of staying there.