Jason sees The Joker

Jason groggily opened her eyes, greeted by the bountiful cleavage on display in her red and black top. For a split second, she was incredibly confused as to why she had tits all of a sudden, but it came rushing back to her.

Harley, Bruce's dumb plan, Punchline... Joker.

Jason struggled against the chains holding her to the chair. She took in her surroundings, scanning the small room for any means of escape. There were splashes of peeling neon paint on the corroded walls. From what she gathered, she was probably somewhere deep inside the Joker's Funhouse. "Hahaha" was illegibily scribbled here and there with yellow marker. There was a small grate behind her that she wouldn't be able to fit through under normal circumstances but with Harley's body, she just might make it. However, she needed to get out of those restraints first.

Being chained up in Joker's basement brought forth some bad memories. She had died before in circumstances very similar to the ones she was in right then. As soon as she was found out, Bruce probably realized something was wrong. All she could do was bide her time and hope he arrived to save her, right? No, because last time she relied on him to save her life he failed.

"Look who's awake!" The Clown Prince of Crime's voice sent shivers down her spine as he entered the small room. But not just out of fear. Joker paused, covering his mouth and coughing.

"Ah, sorry about that! I'm just a little under the weather is all!" His voice was raspy. Something told her he wasn't just sick with the flu.

"Harleyyyyy! I love your new look!" Joker didn't hesitate to come closer, showing off his sadistic grin. Jason didn't realize she was blushing.

"You sure do show a lot more skin nowadays than you did when you ran with me!"

Jason couldn't bring herself to speak.

"What's wrong, Harley? Cat got your tongue? You're usually so outspoken!"

"Aside from the fact that ya got me chained up, oh I'm great!" Jason continued to speak in the accent that came with her body.

"There it is! So tell me Harley, why is it that you showed up on my turf unannounced, hm? Couldn't even call first?"

"I, uh, I was worried, yeah! I was worried aboutcha. No one has seen you in a while."

"Hahahaha! You? Worried about me? After how nasty our breakup was?"

Joker smiled, wiping a tear from his eye and casually reaching into his suit jacket. He pulled out a lime green and purple combat knife and brandished it against her throat.

"Do you take me for a fool, Harley?"

He grinned, staring her dead in the eyes. Behind that smile was an evil, tortured soul.

"You killed a couple dozen of my most loyal goons when you shattered my heart into pieces!"

"Oh, shut up with that crap! We both know ya never loved me! You just used me!"

Where did that come from? Those words weren't Jason's.

Joker backhanded Jason, causing her to squeak in pain.

"Enough out of you. Tell me why you're here, Harley, or else."

Joker squeezed her cheeks as he gently pressed the blade to her face.

"I'll start cutting and you know how I like to start with the fingers and work my way up!"