The Batman sails up into the rafters carrying the unconscious henchmen with him. Harley Quinn looks up just in time to wonder whether what she saw was a shadow or a cape. "Shlomo, hey... uh.. damn-it what's that fathead's name... Bob?!" A batterang suddenly strikes the camera issuing a firework of sparks. The jester shrieks as she shields her eyes. "Boss!!" Harley Quinn shouts the obvious, "we got Bat Problems!!"
Quinn turns just in time to see the Dark Knight swooping down and evades the tackle with a vertical leap that'd leave an antelope impressed. In mid arc, however, she realizes she wasn't the vigilante's target. "Boss!!"
Seeing her love and mentor quickly loosing the fight with Batman, Quinn wonders what to do. Their battle is ebbing back and fourth directly below the swirling face of the device. 'I could just start the machine.' Quinn's eyes linger on the ostentatious red button within arm's reach. After parrying a punch with a squirting flower, the joker traces his sidekick's eyes to the control panel . "Don't do it, you idiot, the effects are irreversable."
Harley Quinn's never disobeyed her boss, not since he'd taught her the beauty of a disordered mind anyway. On the other, the thought of him doll sized, at arms reach whenever she wanted him, drew her hand further toward the button. Picking up on his sidekick's intent once more, the Joker lands a dirty kick to the Bat's knee and attempts to dive out of range of the hypnotic device.
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