Bruce returns home, and finds he's not alone.

After his meeting with Oracle, Bruce Wayne made his way back to the mansion by taxi, managing to flag a car to bring him back to his home once he hit the streets. Paying the driver with a generous tip, Bruce made his way up to the gated fence only to stop when he came to the perimeter of his home. There were foot prints that dug deep into the gravel and dirt that were wider than any man’s foot that lead all the way to the door. Giving the front of the mansion a look over he also found smaller foot prints nearby, smaller than the others with the indent of heels at the back of the foot print. “What happened here last night?” Carefully moving around the prints, his eyes narrowed. “Two women were here, they followed someone here… By foot? Zatanna!”

Zatanna tried to enter his home, but she could not even reach the door nob, vampires are incapable of letting themselves into the homes of the living, not without being invited. “They were chasing someone, something.” Making his way up the steps of his home, Bruce opened the door and entered the mansion, quietly closing the door behind him. Looking down on the floor he could see scuff marks on the wooden floor boards, like someone had moved heavy furniture, or claw marks left by something big and heavy. “Were these left by me? Was I even here last night?” He tried to remember, but all he got were bits and pieces. It was like trying to remember a dream from last night, nothing came back to him clearly. Making his way through the main hall and towards the living room, Bruce noticed the scuff marks on the floor seem to fade and become less pronounced as he made his way towards the fire place of the living room. Did he… Stop here and change back? No, he remembered waking up in the city. “So, who was here last night?”

Instantly Bruce felt a body press up behind him, a pair of delicate hands clasping over his eyes just before he heard a feminine voice cry out. “PEEKABOO!” Within that brief few seconds, Bruce Wayne had grabbed hold of the woman’s arms and toss her over his shoulder to land spread eagled onto the ground in front of him, the woman giggling with a dizzy look on her face. “Heh, right… Forgot you hate that game.” Chuckled Harley Quinn, wearing an oversized button shirt Bruce recognized as his own from the master bedroom. Letting her go, Harley slowly rolled onto her side, still giggling before sitting up and jumping to her feet with her arms out like she had landed on her feet.

“SO, had fun last night mistah B? Cuz we had a DOOZY of a night!”

“What do you mean we?” Asked Bruce, just as he felt another body press up from behind, feeling a pair of arms gently encircle him from behind and hug him softly. He could feel a woman’s face nuzzle into his back and moan softly before she let him go and stepped to his side. Poison Ivy stood wearing a night gown Bruce recognized as his from the master bedroom, the woman shaking her red silky hair loose while sleepily joining the other woman in front of the man. “Morning love, did you sleep well? You weren’t here when we woke.”

“I woke up in the middle of an alley in Gotham, took me forever to get back home.”

“Well, good thing you weren’t here LAST night, we bumped into Zatanna and some other goth chick who chased us back here, and BOY were they mad when they couldn’t get in.”

Turning his attention to the albino woman, Bruce was surprised yet relieved at the information. It shocked him that Zatanna tried to attack his home, yet it made him slowly be at ease that his efforts had bore fruit. His home could not be invaded by vampires unless invited now. But that just left the Count himself to deal with. He was at the mansion three months ago and was invited in, for now he could only hope that he wasn’t aware of the Batcave. “Wait… You remember what you did last night? How?!”

Blinking back at the question, Pamela turned to her friend with the same confusion. “Yes, how come YOU can remember what happened? I only remember looking at the moon and suddenly everything going black.”

“The same with me.”

With her hands at her hips and rolling her eyes, Harley spun around and cartwheeled towards the fireplace, revealing that apart from Bruce’s button shirt she wasn’t wearing much else. Once she landed on her feet, she straightened her stance and took a serious look to her face, crossing her arms and pointing a finger to the side of her forehead as if deep in thought. “The human mind is divided into three categories; the conscious, sub-conscious and the instinctive.” She answered, her thick Brooklyn accent now missing. “Access to the other layers can only be done so when higher conscious levels are either compromised or subdued due to being exposed to a hypnotic state or by trauma.”

So… You’re saying you remember because you’re missing a few screws Harley?” Asked Ivy, crossing her arms and blowing a strand of red hair out of her eyes. Immediately Harley crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue before going into a giggling fit. “YUP! Gotta thank Mistah J for scrambling this hard-boiled egg of mine.” The woman joked, pointing back at her head. “Now I get the BIG picture twenty-four seven… And all it took was a few zaps of electro-shock therapy, days of torture, drugs and kitten videos.”

Moving forward and holding the woman by the shoulders, Bruce gave Harley a serious look. “You remember every moment of when you turn into a wolf?!” Point blank with the question, Harley tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders in the affirmative. “That means you can tell us what we’ve done when we blacked out, tell us who we bit or harmed during those nights, I NEED that information Harley.” Slowly stepping back, Bruce gave the woman more room. “Right now, you have more knowledge of our condition than anyone else in the world, and we need that right now.”

Smiling broadly and wringing her hands, the alabaster woman began to laugh, grabbing handfuls of her hail into pig tails of her black and red sides of her hair and lolling her head back and forth. “So, the rich boy needs me for my wits… And to think you thought I was just some big dumb bubble headed blonde, well the jokes on you!... I’m not even a real blonde!”

Looking over to the tarp covered roof and the sectioned off hole in the middle of the living room, Harley cartwheeled over to it and leaned forward to look down into the dark abyss. “Ooh, lookey here, you know what they say, dark holes lead to fun places.” Posing as if to jump from a diving board, Harley Quinn made a forward flip before diving head first into the fissure that lead to the batcave.

“NO! WAIT!!!”