Disclaimer: I do not own The Joker, Harley Quinn, Robin, Batman or any other characters from DC Comics. If you think otherwise, I think it's time for you to check into an asylum.

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The following night, Harley, Becca, Angie, and a very unhappy Joker escaped Arkham Asylum. Harley convinced her "Puddin" to let the girls stay at one of their hideouts. The four of them reached an old funhouse and Joker glared at Becca.

"Get rid of that thing, they could have put tracking devices on it," he hissed, pointing to her laptop, which was snug inside its leather bag.

Becca hugged the bag protectively. "If you touch this, you will die."

Harley giggled as he growled at her then turned on his heels and stormed into a separate room, no doubt to plan his next heist.

"Uh, Becca?"

"Yes Angie?"

"I don't think you should provoke him like that. After all, he is Gotham's most dangerous criminals."

Before Becca could reply, Harley cart wheeled over to Angie and threw an arm around her shoulder.

"Relax toots, if there's one thing my Puddin' prides himself in, it's his sense a' humor. He'll be fine in a couple of hours. In the mean time, let's find somethin' for you girls to wear. You look like my size, so that's gonna make this a lot easier."

Before either one of them could ask Harley what she meant by that, she grabbed both of them and dragged them to her part of the lair.

Harley's "room" consisted of a mattress, a lamp, and a small closet.

"Now, let me see, what would look best on you Becca? Wait, I've got the perfect thing!"

Harley reached into the closet and pulled out a pair of black leather pants a black and red halter top, black boots, and a black mask.

Becca cocked her head to one side. "Okay I'll bite; what's that for?"

"Well, if you're gonna be runnin' around Gotham with us, ya need a costume. You are stayin' with us, aren't ya?"

Becca couldn't say no, not with Harley giving her "the eyes." "Of course I'm staying Harley. What kind of friend would I be if I bailed on you?"

Harley laughed and hugged Becca, then handed her the clothes. "Here, why don't ya go try these on? We can always adjust them later if you want."

Becca nodded and went in search of somewhere to change. Harley kept digging through the closet until she pulled out a pink spaghetti strap, pink Capri pants, a pink mask, and pink boots.

"Here Angie, you can have this. I've never really liked pink anyway."

Angie nodded and went to try her new clothes on. A few minutes later, both girls came back in full costume.

"That looks good on ya," said Harley. Becca grinned while Angie looked slightly embarrassed.

Harley yawned. "Well, you'd better get some shut eye. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

The girls nodded. Harley pulled two thin old blankets out and laid them out on the floor. The three of them fell asleep within the next few minutes.

Author's Note: It's been so long since I've updated. I meant to post these earlier, since I had the next four or five chapters already typed out. Unfortunately, my computer had a virus, so the system had to be wiped clean. Now, I have to replace all of the documents I lost.