Inside Aubrey's apartment where the ladies Elenore and Papillion co-own the place with the owner, the ladies and along with Cherry help put away their new clothing, "Cherry, you are awfully quiet," putting the last piece of clothe on the coat hanger, Papillion turned her thin peach color skin body over to the transgender, "I am use to Dante, but you are like Russell and I."

"That is who I want to talk about," Sitting down on the comfy bed, both women join him who is in the middle of the mattress, "Russell. Am I pushing too forward or he doesn't like my new look?" Twirling his short, dyed, blonde, spiked, gel hair, "Or even worse yet, he's not interested in me!" With his flamboyant tone, Cherry cried with mascara running down looking like black tears, "but, but, but we have a lot in common! Look, I even made his bulldog a Christmas sweater!"

The two looked at the red sweater, of which the bag was pulled of, "That is beautiful, but isn't it a little early for Christmas?" Elenore question the thoughtful lovebird. Cherry snarled at the remark. But Papillion smiled with her eyes shut, complimenting on it by saying it is never too early, "sorry for coming off cold about it. I guess this will be my first festive holidays in a home without worrying where I am going to be or where do I have to wonder for a meal." Feeling bad about it, the once streetwalker apologize to him in which both parties hugged each other by settling their differences.

"I am sorry too, Elenore. I forgot about your background and just got carried away is all." With the two making their peace, Papillion got up to leave to in the kitchen, preparing cups of coffee for the trio, "say, don't you think we should go back to my grandma's and get Chimichanga to try on the sweater to see if it fits him?" Giggling with her head nodding yes, Elenore smiled as she text Aubrey.

"Well then Mr. Aubrey, I must say you are quite different from all the rest, but your session is over." Dr. Harleen Quizel got up to hand shake the man whom she thought was a bit strange, "Maybe next time Mr. Wayne should warn me on what I will get myself into."

Shaking her hand right back, Aubrey reached into his vibrating cellphone, "Would you open the door please? I've been waiting for this text." Doing so, the doctor carefully open the door for the stoic man. "Hey just in time, I just finished my session. Let me text Bruce to let him know Alfred I'm ready to be picked up." With the message send, Harleen notices a man with green eyes staring in the dark shadow across the room in glazing into her blue eyes.

"Go on a head Aubrey, I, I, I have to check on someone here quickly." Shrugging, the young attorney put one hand in his pocket to text Gotham's billionaire as he makes his long walk down the cold chilling hallway as the shrink open the door which lead to the shadow of dementia man. "Is there something wrong? Your appointment isn't for another day."

Keeping a watchful ear, Aubrey notices something isn't right; so instead, the intelligence man text s some more to the ladies while over hearing the conversation, "That man. Who is that young glum? Looks like he needs a smile painted on." Shutting the door completely, Aubrey only managed to hear a laughter that is of twisted menace, "bring the lad over would you, Quinzel."

Obeying orders, Harleen walked over to idle tall gentlemen. Being distracted, Aubrey was unable to hear the click and clack of the black heels of the shrink, and with his head turn around; he only felt the cold fingers taping on his shoulder. Jumping in fear, the young attorney dropped his phone, damaging the screen, and cracking the case. Nonetheless, he placed back in pocket to check on it later. "What's going on? I thought the session was over."

Raising an eyebrow, the 6 feet tall two inches man walked behind Harleen as she reopened the door, "You said you wanted to understand the criminal mind better, right? Well, let me show you sometimes some are misunderstood like this one for example. Allow me to introduce you to,"

"Tut, tut, tut. Harleen, I would like to be anonymous just like a secret admirer. After all young man, isn't it so much more fun on guessing who like a game show finding your one true love?" Laughing deranged, the man fell back laughing from his own joke. "Why aren't you laughing boy? Don't like clowns? Oh wait, did daddy never take you to the circus?" By faking his tears, this twisted man in the shadow gave him, "Boy kid, if we were in a reality show for boring you would win the grand prize. Come on, live a little!"

"Excuse me, but I am here for work; not games," Standing talk of the fallen man, Harleen helps by picking him up, bumping his head to the lamp, quickly revealing green hair, " Now, either we cut to the chase or I will rearrange this meeting to more convenient time." Able to feel the vibration off his pants, Aubrey took a look with a sigh of relief it's not broken, "Hm, not to be rude, but my ride is here. Dr Quinzel, could you please excuse me out? Mr. Wayne is here to pick me up. As for you clown, my father never took me to circus; he hated clowns. And now, I can see why."

Walking out on his own, the shrink and the menace watched the tall, emotionless, blonde leaving the Arkham with a guard opening the door for him, "you know Harleen, I hope you don't bring that party pooper back here. Bring someone who can lighten up the place! Hahahaha!"

Bruce Wayne, who is dressed in all black from head to toe standing by the door with arms folded watched Aubrey who took out his box of cigarettes, "So, how did it go?" Looking at the man who too few of words lit up his cigarette with a gruffly attitude under the gray clouds they stood below, "I take it now very well?"

"It was going fine until Dr. Quinzel met with this menace who she claims to be misunderstood," Scuffing at that reminder as Aubrey tapped his ashes underneath Bruce's luxurious vehicle, Alfred Pennyworth opens up the door for the gentlemen. "But there was something strange about them. Well, beside the guy who thinks is some kind of clown. Harleen's name is sort of like harlequin. A right hand to a joker," flicking the cigarette out the window, "and that freak had green hair with a twisted sense of humor. You don't think I am overthinking it do you, Bruce?"

With his hands folded together and hunch over, the billionaire listen in everything, "I wouldn't like think that you do. It's a job as an attorney to do so," speaking with his hands, Bruce smoothly speaks to Aubrey comparing one another's thoughts. "Alfred on the other hand may think otherwise." With a twitch of his thin mustache, the butler overhears the remark.

"Excuse me while I text Russell," pulling out his crack phone, the millionaire texted his best friend; but little does he know Whisper has taken over the vessel. "By the way, the girls said they are going over to Khris' grandmother to pick up Chimichanga."

"And I still need you. And I still miss you. And now I still wonder," Whisper sings a song to help him think of a plan just before the vessel's cellphone goes off, "Oh come on now! We were just singing the best part!" Continuing the singing, "it's always time like this when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of you." Venus Lovebird the pink alien from planet, Rkeoo who is ready to send arrows at the demon virus effected humans grew impatient. "Hold on, it's a text from Aubrey, perfect timing."

Ignoring the order, Venus moved her arm back into perfect position aiming directly into the red eyes. Looking back, Whisper notices the direct aim and smacked her hand, "Hey! I had a clear shot. Why'd you stopped me?" The Soul Sleeper notes on they are not here to kill them, "I know that weirdo. That's why put some White Ruby's nectar on the tip of the arrow to cure them. What was your plan; walking up to them and be like, 'I am going to sing you a song; don't hurt me.' Squinting his green eyes, Venus resumes her actions from before.

"Everything is under control Aubrey, we have a cure for the people infected; but we need a way to deliver this to London pronto." Sending his text, Whisper is rather impress but the alien archer; "My, your attitude is equal to your fine skills on how quickly you can adapt." Huffing her pink cheeks, the soul sleeper joined in the action by knocking out the scrub wearing, pale skins, red eyes demon virus infected humans with his rokushakubō.

"Maybe I should of arranged you to met Harvey Dent; Gotham's youngest district attorney. As well an old friend of mine. I would like think of him as the city's Apollo not for just good looks, but also his clean image." Bruce thought of the arrangement would be nice as he feels slightly bad about sending Aubrey to Arkham.

In the middle of their insights of exchanging ideas, Aubrey received a text, "Alfred! Stop the car!" Screeching on the breaks, the butler did as told with a glare given by Bruce, "look, I apologize but this is urgent. Russell has the cure!"

"What? But how?" Bruce voice deepen with a confused tone, "you told me that Russell said it was little to none. Does John know about this?" Addressing the master of dark arts Aubrey shook his head unknowing the fact, "Well go and ask him!"

"Bruce, we need to go London to deliver the cure over there instead wasting time here." Keeping calm face, Gotham's billionaire is going to arranged for it to happen. "I just wonder how he did the impossible."

"No time to wonder, Aubrey. Just be thankful he has." Scowling the attorney, Bruce picked up his phone and called for in. "Just text and tell Russell we have a way. Now!" Addressing the billionaire's orders the attorney wasted no time.

"Venus, we just a text from a friend. We want to know if you have enough of the White Ruby?" Nodding yes, the Soul Sleeper, Whisper smiled to himself, "excellent. Now let's go inside to find the madman behind this in humane treatment." Heading inside the empty hospital, Whisper felt a cold chill going down his spine with his go staff glowing brightly green the possessed man and youthful sidekick used the revolving door to enter.

"Welcome, I have been excepting you," being to hear the chilling voice coming from an intercom of Dr. Lee AKA the BED virus the two stood on their guard, "but the question is: can you find me in time before Dani Lite dies along with his friends?" Baffled, Whisper grew angered by the demons taunting, "And in London, I have Catfish taking care of Constantine, but this is a one player game so tell your friend, pinky, goodbye.

A life size chemistry beaker fell down on the alien archer, trapping herself, "You monster! She came on her own free will! It's unfair; just like you taking form of a human man to take lives of innocent human beings!" Bagging on the fiberglass, Venus Lovebird struggles to break free. "We will get you out as soon as it is possible."

"Nothing in life is ever fair! That's why playing with it makes more fun. Now come find me or all your friends die because you talk too much." Growling in anger, Whisper gnarled his teeth, fist his hands till veins popped out, "but I will make a deal with you. Find me and I will leave and they will be cured; but if you don't, they will be killed! Deal?" With Dr. Lee's eerie voice shifting towards calm then anger, Whisper he knew he had little time to spear, "oh, and one more thing," the demon doctor disabled the Soul Sleeper's bo staff. "Now the game is fair game!"

Tucking away his now useless weapon, Russell now known as Whisper is truly on his own. But will hero find the crocked doctor in time or will kill everyone?