"What's the problem?" Nightwing asked, confused. Oracle then said on the radio, "well it turns out Harleen is on parole." Dick's eyes widened and said, "what?!?!?! Are you serious?" Tim's voice chimed in and said, "it's true. I talked to Jim, Harleen was put on parole for good behavior six months ago." Nightwing was at a loss for words. "And there's more," said Oracle, "it turns out the warden at Blackgate knew Harleen was dying, and purposefully put her on parole to ensure he wouldn't have to spend the people's money on medical equipment." Nightwing glared and said, "that freaking cheapskate! He wanted her to die!"

"You're telling me!" Robin said on the radio. "So much for good behavior, right?" Nightwing asked, "All joking aside, what do you guys suggest I do?" He honestly had no idea what to do next. "Does she have any place to stay?" Oracle asked on the radio. "I think Jolly Jack was the only place she could afford to stay at," assumed Dick, "and if that's the case, I'm willing to let her crash at my place. Everyone deserves a second chance." Tim said on the radio, "totally up to you man. Good luck, bro." Nightwing nodded and said, "yeah. See you guys on Sunday." Oracle then said on the radio, "alright then, good night Dick." She then hung up. Nightwing looked at the limp Harley Quinn and picked her up. He carried her in his arms bridal style while leaving the abandoned candy factory. He then walked back to his motorcycle and put on his helmet. He got on his motorcycle and had Harley lay on top of his shoulder. She was still asleep as Dick revved up his motorcycle and drove out of Jolly Jack.

As Harley slept, Nightwing continued to drive on his motorcycle, leaving Gotham. 30 minutes later, they were in Bludhaven. Nightwing then drove his motorcycle into the garage in his house that was also something similar to the Batcave. It wasn't as big as Wayne Manor, but it was decent enough to live in. He parked his motorcycle and took off his helmet. Nightwing then carried Harley in his arms to the living room. He was unsure where to put her, so he put Harley on the couch. Dick didn't want her boots to get his couch dirty, so he took off Harley's mismatched boots, put a pillow on the armchair of his couch, and laid Harley down on the couch, and put a blanket on her to keep her warm. Dick looked at Harley as she slept. She looked more peaceful. Dick sat on the other couch chair, unsure of what the future would hold now.