The laughter was intoxicating. It had been going on for more than two days now. Unbelievable and maddening, it sucked at your life span. Maniacal, insane laughter. Once again, I'd managed to get kidnapped. It just so happened that this time, Harley Quinn decided to take me back to the "Gotham North Medical Hospital for the Mentally Unstable" for a little run with the Joker. But, to me there was nothing funny about it. I'd like to think that I put up a good fight. I'd managed to break Harley's wrist before she knocked me out with a kick to the temple. I hadn't been expecting that. But nobody ever is expecting these sorts of things to happen to them, are they? They expect that their lives are safe, normal, protected. They don't know how wrong they are.
The only problem was that the Joker knew I was Robin's damsel in distress, which implied that I knew his secret identity. After all, doesn't Lois Lane know who Superman is? Now you have to think. I have been chained up in this asylum for two days. And I've been holding information that he wants. Let's just say I wasn't exactly in good shape. I never really expected to be saved, in fact, I prayed, begged God that he wouldn't come and be killed in an attempt to save me. I never realized that I didn't have to worry about him coming to save me. I realized this after about two weeks…when I stopped begging to save his life, but started begging for my own life to end.