Tim Drake was exhausted, but he forced himself to stay up with Alfred just a little while longer. With Batman visiting Metropolis, he had been forced to take on The Joker earlier that night. He had fortunately managed to capture the fiend, but Harley Quinn had gotten away. He had also managed to secure the abandoned warehouse and the strange chemicals inside. What Tim couldn't piece together was the plan. He couldn't figure out how The Joker planned to distribute these chemicals or even what they did. That's what he was studying now. Unfortunately, he couldn't figure it out. Hours of work, and all he and Alfred could determine so far was that they were non-toxic. With that discovery, Alfred pressured Tim to get some sleep.
"Master Drake," He explained, "Your exposure to these chemicals was quite minimal, and now that we know they aren't dangerous, it would be best to get some sleep and have a fresh start in the morning."
"The chemicals may not be toxic, that doesn't mean they don't pose some sort of danger. With The Joker, you know there's got to be a twist." Tim retorted, "But I suppose you're right. I could use some sleep."
And so Tim retired to a room in Wayne Manor. But it didn't feel like he slept long. He awoke to the sound a police siren. 'An odd noise at Wayne Manor,' he thought, but then he looked around and realized he certainly wasn't in Wayne Manor. It was a small apartment, quite small and trashy. He wondered how he got here. He started stumbling around in the dark, feeling something quite off to his steps but unable to place what it was.
He couldn't find a light switch until he entered the bathroom. As he flicked it on, he was shocked at what stared back at him from the mirror: A stunning blond woman in a white t-shirt and short sweats.
"Excuse me, Miss," He said. Then he realized the reflection mouthed the same words he spoke. It dawned on him: He had swapped bodies with this woman.
Examining the reflection just a little closer, he noticed the tips of either end of his blond hair dyed black and red. There was some pasty white makeup on the edge of his neck that hadn't fully been washed off for the night. His heart began to sink. The face was hard to recognize without the costume and makeup, but he certainly knew who he was now -- Tim Drake had somehow swapped bodies with Harley Quinn!
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