When my eyes finally opened, I looked around and saw I was in a hospital. Not a prison medical bay, an actual hospital. Harley was in a bed next to me, still asleep. She had a lot more wounds than I did, but I'm just thankful we're both alive. I looked over as the door opened. Batman and Superman walked in.

Harley woke up just in time to see them.

There were a few moments of silence before Batman spoke. "The Joker is dead."

I looked over and saw a smile cross over Harley's face.

"Was it the joybuzzer?" I asked.

"We assume so."

Superman walked over to my bed and said "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I left. After you ran away, we got a League alert, and Batman told me he could handle it."

"Which I did."

"Yes, but we could have avoided much of the injuries if you had let me stay and help."

"We didn't need your help."

"I've got about thirty cuts and bruises that would disagree with you." I said.

"It's alright, Red. He did the best he could, and he saved us. That's all that matters."

We all remained there in silence for a few more moments before I asked "So now what?"

"Superman and I have been hashing it out for days but we've finally come to an agreement."

"Wait, what do you mean you've been hashing it out for days?" I asked.

"You and Harley have been unconscious and medicated for four days."

Oh.

"What did you decide?" asked Harley. I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

Batman and Superman exchanged a look.

"You're going back to Arkham."

"What?!" shouted Harley and I in unison.

Before we could both freak out Superman intervened and said "Only for four months! If by at the end of the sentence, you show full signs of recovery, you will be allowed to come back to Metropolis and restart your lives."

I sighed. I guess that was the best we were going to get.

"Additionally, Bud and Lou were recovered and will be held and cared for at a Wayne Enterprises facility until your sentences are over."

Harley squealed and said "We'll take it!"

We served our four months and we were each diagnosed "Sane". Harley regained custody of Bud and Lou (woo-hoo), and Clark even helped us find an apartment. After Harley withdrew a crapload of money from her family's bank account (seriously, I had no idea the Quinzels were so rich), and we moved in to the apartment just below Clark's. Funny thing is, Harley still has no idea Clark is Superman.

Wow. We did it. We made it. Harley and I are together, living a normal life in Metropolis. Our life is going to be very different. Who knows, maybe I'll come back later and tell you about it.

A/N: I might do a sequel, if you all want me to. Well, I'll probably do it anyways.