“We know who he is.”
Harley Quinn’s eyebrow raised. She hadn’t such a quick answer.
While Pamela Isley stewed on the other side of Gotham in frustrated desperation to learn of the mysterious Robin’s identity Harley Quinn had decided to take matters into her own hands by returning to the place in Gotham she liked to call home.
It was called the Burrows; a relatively uninhabited area of the city that was a mess of alleyways and secret nooks located deep in the lower levels of Gotham. It was where she had escaped to after The Joker was brutally murdered. Here, she reclaimed a bit of her sanity as she learned to survive and coincide with the scum that ran the area. They had welcomed her with open arms and she practically became their queen of sorts.
The people that lived here didn’t usually leave their spider-holes, choosing instead to remain in the Burrows and let information from the outside world slip in.
There was one person, a man by the name of Seer, who was the most respected hooligan in the Burrows. He was the sect’s sage, a bringer of good or bad fortune, a harborer of truth and falsehood, and he was the eyes and ears of the area. He knew everyone and could hear anything.
Growing up, he had been seen at a disadvantage because he was blind but his hearing was parallel to none. He heard things others couldn’t. People called him a freak in the real world but down here in the Burrows he was practically a living god.
He was also very stern. He only gave information to those who deserved it or who needed it but Harley believed he always helped her because he simply liked her. She wasn’t surprised. Who wouldn’t like someone as bubbly as her?
“We know who he is,” he had just said as she asked him about Robin’s identity.
Her eyebrow raised. “Really? So who the hell is he?”
“Blake Lively, a former cop of Gotham turned masked vigilante after Batman’s death.”
Her eyes widened. “He’s a freaking cop!”
“Was a cop?” he corrected her. “Now he assumes a secret identity to-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know that part,” she interjected. “So…are there any people he cares about?”
“Why would you need this information?” His sightless gaze, staring off into space, turned to her, his milky-white eyes briefly visible beneath the strands of long black hair that covered his face. “We do not give our secrets if it is to be used for evil.”
She grinned. Seer was a talent in gathering information but he wasn’t a great discerner of liars. It made him a fool and she was great at exploiting fools.
“Of course, not. I consider Robin a friend but I think he’s in trouble. I need to know if there is anyone connected to him that could be used to exploit him.”
The blind sage stayed still for a while as if he was mulling over her words, trying to discern the falsehood. And then finally, he spoke.
“We believe you have good intentions at heart.”
Her grin widened.
“Blake Lively grew up an orphan and it made him a lone wolf. However, lately, there’s been a change. A woman.”
She clasped her hands. This was getting good. “A woman, you say?”
He nodded. “Yes, a woman. We’ve heard things, whisperings off of the wind, this is the first person he actually cares for deeply. We believe he even loves her.”
Harley Quinn could barely handle the suspense. She clasped her hands tightly, her eyes widening. Who is it? Who is it?
“Samantha Lynx, the new Commissioner of Gotham.”
Harley’s jaw dropped. And then suddenly she began to laugh hysterically. Seer sat perfectly still, listening to her mirth with little amusement.
“We fail to understand what is so funny,” he replied.
Harley slapped her leg as she bent over in the hopes of catching her breath. “Robin…and the new Commissioner? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
She couldn’t stop laughing. The thought was too hilarious, but the realization was also too perfect. The Penguin’s forces had already busted into the police depot with ease. It would be even easier to capture the pretty new Commissioner and lure Robin into a trap. It was too perfect of a setup.
Seer sat perfectly still, waiting for her crazed joy to finally subside. When it did he released a long breath.
“We hope that was of help to you,” he said.
She straightened, grabbing her bat from off of the wall where she had placed it before kissing the top of his dirty head.
“You have no idea,” she said before skipping off, singing a song at a terrible pitch.
A smidge of a smile touched his lips. And then his eyes widened.
“Wait!” he yelled but she was already gone.
He had wanted to tell her of something else he had heard. Something he thought he would never hear again. And that was the name of Batman.
Batman had returned.