Early the next morning, Randy was awoken by the ringing of his cell phone. He knew it was Stottlemeyer because his personalized ring tone was playing.

"You have a collect call from a federal corrections institution, do you accept the charge?" The phone chattered. Harley's ring tone was Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

"Hello?" He said groggily.

"Randy, Gotham PD has finished their investigation, they're returning to Gotham as we speak. An all-points-bulletin is being put out for the Joker, Poison Ivy and your cousin. The police still in Gotham are already looking for them. I'm not telling you to hurry up and bring your cousin home," he paused, thinking, "just do whatever you have to do."

"I will, Captain." Randy replied.

After the phone call, Randy was on the move. He hurriedly made his way to the abandoned warehouse Harley now called home. His heart ached for her having to live in such a place.

"Harley, c'mon open up." He said loudly, banging on the door.

"Good morning, may I assist you with your quandary instead?" The door had opened, but it wasn't by Harley. It was the Joker, smiling evilly.

"I know about you. You're the dopey Lieutenant for the San Francisco Police Department. You're also my Harley's cousin and want to take her home and we're not going to have any of that." The Joker said, slowly walking towards Randy as Randy tried to steer clear. He ran out of space. The Joker had him backed up against the metal staircase railing. The Joker was still smiling, but his tone was deadly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you sound like an older Luke Skywalker?" Randy asked nervously, trying to diffuse the situation.

"I hate Luke Skywalker!" The Joker barked. "All he does is bitch and moan!"

From over the Joker's shoulder, Randy saw Harley sneaking up on him.

"I'm not going to let you take my Harley. If you do, you won't live to regret it." The Joker continued. Suddenly he gasped and seconds later, toppled backward, unconscious.

"Sorry Puddin'" Harley said, holding a syringe.

"What did you just do?" Randy asked, his heart still thumping wildly from his encounter with the Joker, as Harley pulled his lifeless body back inside.

Randy went inside the warehouse with them, shutting the door behind him.

"I gave him a tranquilizer." Harley replied nonchalantly as she dragged the Joker towards a bed. "A little help?" She asked, nodding to his body.

"I'm not helping you coddle a man that abuses you!" Randy said in disgust. Harley rolled her eyes as she hauled her lover's body onto the bed, tucked him in and kissed his forehead.

"Where did you get the tranquilizer anyway?" Randy asked aloud, more for to himself however. He looked around the room, until he saw something familiar hidden under a table. He walked to the table and moved the clutter away, it was a medical bag like that kind his aunt (Harley's mother), a registered nurse, used. He remembered seeing it whenever he would go to her house. Getting onto his knees, he unzipped the bag, wanting to know it's contents. Inside, he found it laden with psychiatric medications specialized in schizophrenia, mood alterers, sedatives and tranquilizers. He was astonished to see that none of the drugs were near the expiration date. That meant that Harley replenished her stock regularly.

"You steal these from Arkham?" Randy asked.

"If it makes ya feel any better, the bag is mine." Harley said sadly, knowing she hurt her beloved cousin. "I used it when I still had my license. All the meds are for Mistah J. I slip them into his food and drinks when I think he could have an unwanted outburst like what ya just saw. If I don't have the time, I tranquilize him and he wakes up not rememberin' anything."

"Why don't you keep him on his meds, Harl?"

"'Cause them he's just not Mistah J!"

"Maybe that's good thing!" Randy countered. "Look, I know you won't leave him, but-" He was cut off by the door being broke down.

"FREEZE!" A Gotham City police officer said, pointing a gun at Harley as another pointed at Randy.

"Yes, osifer." Harley said giggling, with her hands in the air.

"Harley!" Randy reprimanded.

"Oh c'mon, Randy, I'm gettin' arrested. I might as well have fun while I'm at it. Mistah J and I get arrest several times a year, alls they do is put us back in Arkham. The affect has worn off." Harley explained, sticking her tongue out at the officers.

"You can put your hands down Lieutenant."

Randy did as told and watched as Harley and the Joker were put in squad cars.

"But I don't want to tap dance with the spiders…" the Joker muttered incoherently.

Later, Randy visited Harley at the police station where she and Joker were being held until they could be transferred back to Arkham. He learned from one of the officers that Poison Ivy had been located and was en route to the every same police station.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm fine. I heard they caught Ivy, too."

"Yep, they haven't found that flower yet, though." Randy replied.

"Randy? Will ya do me favor? It's nothing bad, I promised." Harley asked.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Will ya give my grandma some flowers for me? There's a particular one back at the warehouse I think she'll like." Harley winked.

Randy knew she was talking about the Bochi flower.

She continued, "It's in the wall, 713. No more than two flowers! Ya can do whateva ya want to when you're done!" Harley was careful about what she said, knowing that police were close by.

Randy nodded, "I will, Harley."

She smiled, "Thanks, cuz. I love ya."

"I love you, too Harley."

Randy soon made his way back to the warehouse. The crime scene investigators had picked most of the place clean, but Harley's medical bag was still in it's hiding spot. He knew that Harley and the Joker would escape Arkham, if not their holding cells and would go back to a life of crime. As far as he knew, it was illegal to sentence the mentally ill to death.

"It's in the wall…"Randy repeated Harley's words. "It has to be a wall safe." He searched the walls with his hands until he felt a hollow part. He found the opening by searching it's outline in the wall. Inside was the Bochi flower. He took a single from it and put it in his pocket. Without the rest of the flower, it looked like a garden variety plant.

He took the rest of the plant and burned it in Gotham woods, so no one else could use the flower.

With the flower in tow, he returned to San Francisco. He meant with Monk, Natalie and the Captain the morning after he returned.

"Is she home?" Natalie asked.

Randy shook his head, "Nah, she and the Joker are back in Arkham. She's too caught up in him to leave. I'm not happy about it and still worried about her, but she has it covered."

"Did you find the flower?" Monk asked.

"Yeah and I disposed of it too."

Stottlemeyer patted him on the back, "Good job Randy."

On his lunch break, he paid a visit to his and Harley's grandmother. Several of their other family members were there as well.

"Hey grandma! This is from Harley." He said, handing her a small vase with a flower from the Bochi flower in it.

"Harleen? She's something else…"His grandma said.

"Yep, she is."

After these events, Harley and Randy kept in touch.

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