"Well, time's up – my gag's all ready…" began the Trickster, as Harley stormed into the props warehouse.

But she cut him off with a punch to the face, grabbing him up the collar and lifting him up. "All right, freak, where's Mr. J?!" she demanded. "What have you done to him?!"

"Leave him alone!" shrieked Prank, leaping forward to attack Harley, but she was suddenly seized by Batman, who restrained her. She gaped at him, and then turned to glare at Harley. "Oh, you call me pathetic, but Little Miss High and Mighty is cheating on the clown with the big bad Bat, is that it?"

"No, that's not it!" snapped Harley. "Bats is here to help me find Mr. J! So you'd better start talking, freak, or you're gonna start hurting, get me?!" she growled, slamming Trickster against the wall.

"I…seriously don't know what you're talking about!" gasped Trickster. "I haven't seen the Joker since you both left! I went to go set up my joke…"

"Yeah, and what was that?!" she demanded. "Kidnap Mr. J?!"

"No! What would be funny about that?" asked Trickster.

"You tell me – you're meant to be the funny guy around here!" snapped Harley. "Although frankly you're about as funny as a hammer to the brain! Which, incidentally, is what you'll be getting if you don't tell me where Mr. J is!"

Trickster smiled at her. "Oooh, Prank, you must try threatening me sometime! It's bizarrely a turn on…"

He gasped in pain as Harley kneed him in the groin. "Spandex don't offer much crotch protection, does it?" she hissed. "So for the last time, where's Mr. J?!"

"I don't know!" he gasped. "I swear! I didn't even know he was missing until you appeared! I thought we were going to have our joke-off…"

"He might be telling the truth," growled Batman. "From what I understand from the Flash, Trickster's got neither the brawn nor the brain to make himself a criminal mastermind. It's likely he's not involved in this. Let me just give Flash a call…"

"I know who I'm gonna give a call!" snapped Harley, releasing Trickster. "That creep Luthor!"

"Wait, the Flash said that about me?" asked Trickster, hurt. "But…we're buddies. That doesn't sound like something he'd say. Can I talk to him?"

"No," snapped Batman, activating the communicator in his mask. "Flash, it's me. What do you mean who? I've got a fairly distinctive voice! No, I will not say 'I'm Batman'! We've been over this – that guy in the movie just sounds ridiculous! I'm not having this discussion again. I'm in your city, and I've got your friend the Trickster here. No, you can tell him that later! Look, I need to know if you think he's capable of masterminding a scheme to kidnap the Joker. That's what I thought. All right, hang on."

Batman looked up at Trickster. "He says hi, and make sure you stay on your meds."

"No problemo, pal!" said Trickster, giving him a thumbs up. "I'm not actually still on my meds, though," he whispered to Harley.

"Gee, I never woulda guessed," growled Harley, as her phone call met with a voicemail service. "Luthor's not answering," she snapped. "I'm betting he has something to do with this, that slimy rat! You can never trust a businessman! Or an aspiring presidential candidate!"

"Let me give him a call," growled Batman. "I'll be back in a second."

"What makes you think he won't ignore you?" demanded Harley.

Batman said nothing, striding from the warehouse, but the truth was, he knew Luthor would never ignore potential business. And Bruce Wayne had had business with Luthor in the past.

And sure enough, Luthor picked up the phone. "Bruce, what a pleasant surprise!" he exclaimed.

"Hello, Lex," said Batman. "Hope I haven't caught you at a bad time?"

"A bit of one, I'm afraid – I'm out of office at the moment. How's Wayne Enterprises?"

"Fine. And how's the presidential campaign?"

"Just great. I'll tell you all about it over squash sometime."

"Sounds great. I was just thinking of investing in your presidential campaign, you know. When you get back to your office, perhaps we can discuss details? I'm in Metropolis anyway."

"Oh, that'd be great, Bruce, but I'm not," said Luthor. "I'm out of town, actually, in Central City. But if you call the office and make an appointment with Mercy, she'll let you know when I'm back."

"Sure, Lex," said Batman. "What are you doing in Central City? Pleasure, not business, I hope."

"Both, actually," agreed Luthor. "My business is my pleasure, Bruce. Although I know we have a habit of disagreeing on that. Anyway, I'm just in the middle of something so I really have to go. But call Mercy, and I'll see you soon. Bye, Bruce."

"Bye, Lex," said Batman, hanging up the phone just as his tracker beeped the coordinates of Luthor's location, which it had found using his cell phone. He re-entered the warehouse. "Luthor's here, and I know where," he said. "You all stay here…"

"No!" shouted Harley. "I'm coming with you to rescue Mr. J!"

"Yeah, me too!" said Trickster. "Sounds like a laugh riot!"

"I'm not letting you go anywhere with that tramp!" shouted Prank. "At least not without me!"

"None of you are coming with me!" retorted Batman. "If I need backup, I'm in contact with the Flash! So the last thing I need is help from Harley Quinn, Harley Quinn 2, and the Joker's less evil twin, all right? Just stay here."

He grappled onto the roof out of the warehouse. They all watched him for a moment, and then Trickster said, "C'mon, we'll take my scooter. I've modified it with a high-speed motor, for even more fun – it shouldn't be too hard to tail him to Luthor's location. Prank and me can both fit on the scooter, but I've got another ride for you, Harley."

Harley and Prank followed Trickster into the back room where the vehicles were kept, and Harley rolled her eyes. "You have got to be kidding me!" she snapped.

"Had to be done, huh?" laughed Trickster. "Been waiting to do that joke ever since I heard your name, toots! Climb aboard!"

Harley sighed, climbing aboard the red Harley Davidson motorcycle as Trickster and Prank mounted the scooter. "Guess I'm the one revving up my Harley tonight," sighed Harley, gunning the motor. "Aw, Mr. J would laugh if he were here."

"The Flash ain't gonna be the only scarlet speedster on the streets of Central City tonight!" laughed Trickster. "Let's go find my brother from another mother, and break a few speed limits while we're at it! Now that's a fun crime!"

He peeled out of the warehouse and Harley followed him, shaking her head. "I agree with Bats – he's like Mr. J's less evil twin."