[ Her bat drops to the ground with a sharp clatter that betrays the hard flooring disguised under an illusion of mossy forest ground. Laughter bubbles out of Harley as she spins in Ivy's arms and kisses her back under the room temperature glow of an artificial sun. ]

It hasn't been that long! At first, I thought I was back in Arkham 'cause I woke up on a bunk bed in this metal box of a room, but it turns out there are just a lot of aesthetic similarities between spacecraft and prisons.

How long have you been here?