Inside Wayne Manor.
When Dick opened the BMW's trunk, Bruce's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Harley Quinn was curled up inside, her hands and feet bound with zip ties and her mouth sealed with a strip of gray tape. Her blond hair lay tangled across an old blanket.
There was blood on her forehead, and her eyes remained closed, still unconscious.
Bruce looked at Ririko and Dick in bewilderment. "How did a day at work end with you kidnapping someone?"
Dick gently closed the trunk and recounted everything about Harley chasing their car and shooting at them, trying to turn them into Swiss cheese. Then he spread his hands.
"We couldn't just leave her by the road, could we? She'd come back to kill us as soon as she woke up."
Ririko stood beside him with her arms folded, her expression cold as she told Bruce:
"Hurry up and get a secure room ready to lock this crazy woman in. She knows all of Galavan's secrets. If she wakes up, she might go berserk and blow up Wayne Manor."
Bruce took a deep breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Let's put her in the basement for now. I need to talk to Harvey and find out just how many laws we've broken."
The basement room previously used to store old furniture was cleared out.
A metal chair stood in the center. Harley was secured to it, her wrists and ankles fastened to its arms with sturdy zip ties.
Her head tilted slightly, her eyelids twitched, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
She looked down at her bound wrists, then lifted her head and scanned the room before finally spotting Ririko sitting across from her.
Ririko sat on a folding chair with a cup of tea