"Who's Harley Quinn?"
A slightly childish female voice came from the darkness. Harley stepped out of the room's shadows, dressed in surgical scrubs with a cap and transparent face shield over her head. Her gloves were pulled perfectly smooth, without a single wrinkle. Other than her face, she was wrapped up from head to toe.
She first removed her gloves, then took off the transparent face shield and cap. Shaking out her hair, she looked at Red Hood in surprise and said, "Jason, why has your voice gotten so hoarse? Are you going through puberty?"
"And who's Harley Quinn? I'm Harley Quinzel. Where did you two weirdos come from? Roaming around the hall in the middle of the night instead of sleeping—if I hadn't dragged you in here, you'd be dead. Got it?"
Red Robin and Red Hood exchanged a glance. Red Hood looked around and lowered his voice. "She might not be Harley Quinn yet..."
"Then why is she in Arkham Asylum?"
"Maybe she's mentally unstable herself, and her parents sent her here."
Red Robin took a deep breath and struggled to rise from the floor. Looking at Harley, he said, "We're from the Bat-family of another universe... Forget it, you probably don't know what the Bat-family is either. We accidentally ended up here and got hurt by those lunatics. Can you find us a First Aid Kit?"
Seeing that Harley was clearly still just a little girl, Red Hood couldn't bring himself to lose his temper. He could only suppress his irritation and mutter, "Also, you need to tell us where the exit is. We can take you out of here with us."
"Why would I leave?" Harley turned around and rummaged through the cabinet behind her, making both Red Robin and Red Hood tense up.
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