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Harley nodded in agreement, at first glancing at the Joker then stealing a kiss when he looked away. Eager to test the theory, she gave the Commissioner a swift kick, but was disappointed to find that aside from a muffled groan he did not stir. Some people were so useless; she growled knowing that the only purpose an unconscious Gordon could serve would be as a hostage. Even if he were awake, he had the kind of disgusting unbreakable moral that would prevent him from releasing the whereabouts of either Batman or any other heroes he had come in contact with since the merge. It was disgusting really.

Harley redirected her attention to the note in her hand, placing her thumb to her chin in contemplation. Where had she acquired such a useful piece of paper? One might think she’d have remembered such an important detail but without her other half she was quite lost as a villain. And of course, they couldn’t simply brush off that it could be a trap.

That’s when it dawned on her, not the writer of the note. But of where Batman may be. She recalled the sounds of sirens rocketing down the streets, and knew the Caped Crusader would not ignore such cries, “We have to go downtown.” She quickly uttered to her partner without explanation, surely the Joker had already known why.