The Joker has been quiet lately

"The Joker has been quiet lately. Too quiet. Hasn't made any major moves in weeks and he has been out of Arkham for over three months now. Something in my gut tells me that he's up to something. Was hoping you could look into it."

"We'll see what we can do, Jim. But first I'll need a favor..."

Later, in the deep dark lair of the BATMAN.

"Are you insane?"

"Well clinically speaking, yes."

"I wasn't asking you!" Jason banged his hand against the cell. Harley didn't flinch a tiny bit.

"Oooooh. Fiesty. I like that in a sub." She teased.

"Can I shut her up?"

"We need her conscious." Batman replied from his batcomputer. Jason stood over by the makeshift cell that Bruce built for temporarily containing criminals for interrogation.

"So this is the famed batcave, huh? Looks about as gloomy as I expected. You should really see about getting an interior decorator."

"Shut up, Quinn. Now tell me what you know about what the Joker is planning."

"Well which is it? Do you want me to shut up or spill the beans?"

Jason sighed.

"Listen. Joker and I aren't even a thing anymore. He's with some new chick calling herself Punchline. Can you believe that? After all I did for that no good..."

"You can still be of use to us." Batman chimed in. "Help us capture the Joker and I will speak with Amanda Waller about taking a few years off your sentence."

"Yeah, I have enough life sentences to write an essay with 'em. Besides, there ain't no way I'm going back to the Joker. Not after how he mistreated me. He already wants me dead, the last thing I need is to stroll up to his compound."

"Then we'll resort to other means." Batman replied simply as he began typing away at his batcomputer, glancing over his shoulder at Jason.

"If she won't go on the inside willingly, then we'll just have to..."