Upon waking up Harry discovered he was strapped to a table. The room seemed to be sterile with surgical equipment riddled everywhere. Numerous piles of ash dropped all over the floor as if the thing standing there just disintegrated

Opposite Harry was a mirror. He thought it odd that someone would put a mirror in a surgical room but brushed it off as there was bigger issues. Tugging at the restraints on his wrists, Harry tried to free himself from the shackles that bound him. Making no progress he resorted to the old faithful. Trying to blow it up

Staring at the right wrist with all his might Harry willed it to combust. It took him what felt like an eternity but in reality was 20 minutes, but eventually he caused the latch to violently explode off leaving free unblemished skin.

Turning to do the same to his left a voice came over some sort of speaker. "I wouldn't do that again if I were to." The sure matter of fact American tone sending chills down Harry's spine.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Were his only questions and as if like magic the mirror turned translucent revealing a very serious black woman holding a very serious detonator.

"My name is Amanda Waller. I will be your jailer from here till we determine if you are a risk to the public." She took a deep breath letting Harry process all the information just given to him. "It is not looking good for you so far."

Harry was greatly confused by this development. Judging by the accent he assumed he was in the states. But he always thought they worked based on innocent till proven guilty not the other way around.

"But I haven't done anything wrong!" The indignation plain to hear in his voice. "You have no rights to hold me here!"

"That may be how it works across the pond but here when you vaporise 6 of my best medical staff and break into one of the most secure prisons in the country, we tend to have less leniency." Her expression unchanging throughout the tirade.

Harry absently glanced down at the ashy piles on the floor now finally understanding what they were and what happened. His heart dropped at the thought of murdering 6 innocent people but after nearly 130 years of self-imposed isolation, his empathy for others was not what it used to be.

He took a breath and looked directly at Waller. "I'm sorry about the medical staff. This is why at home I've distanced myself from others."

He stance didn't change but the detonator did. It made a brief wiring sound and the lights on it ignited. "Do you know what this is?" her simple question off setting Harry. Of course, he knew what it is, even a child would know. Why would she ask such a redundant question? She continued anyway. "This is a detonator. There is currently a nanite chare at the base of your skull. That's what the medical staff were doing before you vaporised them."

Panic gripped Harry's heart at the thought that Waller was prepared to not only kill him but blast his freaking head off!

"You know you're making it really difficult to like you right lady?" Harry naïvely tried to diffuse the tension hanging in the air. It almost seemingly worked as it got the quirk of the corner of Wallers mouth in what could have been the beginnings of a smile. Before Harry could say more the glass went dark and back to reflecting Harry strapped to a table.

Waller seemed to be an interesting character as she didn't have terrible reasoning for distrusting Harry, however her methods and precautions were a bit extreme for his liking.

Waiting another half an hour Harry began to wonder if he should attempt his escape when he heard the heavy metal door open behind him. Wallers voice could be heard. "Grab him and bring him to a proper cell."

The guards came into view, both covered head to toe in riot gear with what looked to be a cattle prod, Harry didn't like the implications that the prod brought with it. Striding forward they unclasped the remaining cuff on his hand and the two he didn't even realise on his feet.

After freeing his body, they threw him to the ground as if he was prepared to walk and to expect such treatment. It was their surprise when he just rolled onto the ground shocked at the blatant display of disrespect to another person. "Watch it Yank!" was the only thing harry could muster to say with all his thoughts running haywire in his head.

Walking down the corridor showed little of the prison. Harry occasionally saw other inmates, some looked average, and others looked like a potions experiment had gone awry and had caused some nasty side effects. They continued till they got to the room he'd crashed through.

There was little remaining of the destruction he wrought on the rear wall, however what did tell him it was the same room was the lone occupant in the middle of the room sitting quietly and peacefully on a makeshift hammock of some kind. She had a distinctive look to her as far as regular looking people went. Not many would have bleach white skin with already pale hair. Though a particular ferret did come to mind, though the memory was a good 100 years old.

Waller spoke for the first time since Harry had left the medical room. "This is Miss Harleen Quinzel. She's the first and only inmate to have seem your arrival. You're lucky that all the destruction you caused hadn't freed her or else we'd be having a much less fun time." The thought of Waller making his time even more unpleasant sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.

"What's she in for?" His question innocent and out of pure curiosity.

Waller looked back at him as if he was insane and actually belonged in there with Harley. "Mass murder, aiding and abetting the escape of The Joker, grand theft auto and 27 other things that I don't have time to mention."

Harry was dumbfounded that a woman of her seemingly fragile appearance would be a weapon of mass destruction if left unchecked and at large.

"This is where you'll be staying for the foreseeable future however." As she said this, the door to Harleen's cell opened and he was thrown in with little fan fair.

Harry quickly rushed to the bars to try and escape only to be on the receiving end of a strong and very violent electric shock. "Yeah, I've been there." The voice seemingly came from above and out of nowhere.

"God?" Harry asked to the heavens.

Giggles were heard all over the cell. "No silly!" Poking her head over the top of the hammock to reveal the super criminal he was now trapped in confined quarters with for however long. Platinum blonde hair fell down behind her like it was a waterfall and refused to be seen as anything but. "You'll be able to feel your tongue in like half an hour if you're lucky."

Harleen majestically tumbled down the tide cloth as if she were made of water herself. Upon reaching the ground she stood about eye level with Harry, her being only a couple inches shorter than him. Sticking her arm out straight and hand open in a handshake she greeted him. "Harley Quinn! Nice to meet cha'!" Her thick Brooklyn accent permeating every letter of the sentence.