Harley didn't intend on getting captured. But someone had taken her bat, and she wanted it back. So when she saw someone that looked like the culprit in a warehouse outside Gotham, she didn't think twice about springing into action and trying to get it back.

She hadn't expected the thug to have so much backup, and now here she was, paying the price for her impulsiveness. She was knocked out, and woke up in an empty room, tied to a chair. Was her nose bleeding? She huffed in annoyance, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she looked around the room. There was a locked door and a singular barred and dirty window on one of the walls. Then, she heard something move behind her.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, trying to twist around to see who it was. "Let me go, or you can betcha sorry butt that once I get out of here, I'll kill you!" She wasn't joking.