The Siren Club had just closed for the day.
Harley Quinn sat on a dark velvet sofa, tallying up the guests who had visited that day and how many of them were "valuable" enough to recruit.
Tabitha Galavan leaned against the brass bar, sipping a cocktail as she cleared broken bottles and bloodstains from the counter.
Ever since the Iceberg Lounge had suspended business, large numbers of its customers had flocked to their newly opened club.
But the "Sirens" had laid down a rule: they only accepted "high-end" clients. Anyone without enough money who came looking for trouble received a merciless lesson from Tabitha's whip.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Harley and Tabitha looked up. Both froze when they saw Ririko and Klein wheeling two large insulated containers through the Siren Club's back entrance.
Harley walked over to the cart and bent down to inspect the Arkham label along the edge of a lid. "What's this supposed to mean?"
Ririko patted the lid twice, producing two loud thumps.
"I'm going to thaw Oswald and Edward out here. As for Hugo Strange in the other container, he's a little gift for you."
Harley went quiet for a second.
She opened the insulated container. Hugo wore a gray vest, his white shirt open at the collar. His eyes were slightly sunken, and he was in a deep sleep.
His breathing was steady, and a red finger mark still lingered on his face.
Harley straightened and folded her arms. "What do you think this place is? A shelter for men?"
Ririko planted her hands on her hips, looking supremely confident that no thanks were necessary for such a generous favor.
"You can do whatever you want to him. Your choice."
Harley tilted her head, a flicker of impatience crossing her bright eyes beneath