Harley was upstairs, in her bed, wrapping in a blanket. She had only ignored the pounding at the door because she had thought it was a pounding in her head.

It had been easy to go to the club and keep her promise because she just focused on another part of her personality. But at the same time, it was draining on her. It made the night harder. The nightmares easier to get in.

And Poochyena had showed her every time a text came in, from either Amelia or Goro. But it was difficult to find the energy to respond back to either of them.

She just had to find a way out of this. Back in Arkham... the guards would have just electro-shocked her. And the pain would have been replaced by different pain. Here... Harley had nothing but the memories.

Poochyena had heard the pounding on the door. He moved downstairs, to investigate the noise. Then the door opened, and two people he didn't know, entered the premise. He growled, low in his throat.

If someone was here to hurt his person... he would defend her.