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Chapter Thirteen

Note in the Blue

The cold was a pretty damp and bitter one this evening, but Lunabat smiled warmly as she gazed through the hospital window at Jonathan's peaceful sleeping form. Her card for him was propped up on the window sill. The plant was beside it, and the nurse had just taken away a finished supper. Jonathan was finally on the mend after about a week of her spying and seeing little improvement.

Whatever he had done to himself was fixable. That was good. It would slowly drain from his system, but even Jonathan himself had been saying something about it being incomplete without the third needle. It would have been something to seal the other two and form him into a complete monster, in theory. What would that have made him then? The Scarebeast?

She was only teasing out of habit as it suddenly chilled her to think how she had not wanted to follow that goon with the food. If she had only hopped into the rafter a few seconds later, Jonathan Crane would have given himself his final injection, and it might very well have been too late. He might have become irreparable like the now illusive Clayface or even something like the Joker, really. Maybe that was what the Scarecrow was going for.

But it did not matter anymore. She had stopped him, and although it was possible that Jonathan may try something again, for now she allowed herself the complete satisfaction of saving his life with a hope— even if a small one— that he would not do it again…?

Lunabat shrugged.

Well, it was out of her hands for now. She had done all she could at the moment, and she had her own problems; though interestingly enough, they did not feel nearly as heavy as they had before even with the fact that she was now on her last funds and still felt unsure about going back to the apartment.

But then that was when she noticed a piece of paper fluttering at the edge of a frozen drainage pipe near at hand.

She raised a brow.

"Huh?"

Moving away from the window, she dared out into the blue chill.

The note was stuck with a bat dart of some kind, and the paper was more of cardstock than printer paper.

"Hmm…"

She looked around hoping to see Batman on a nearby roof.

She didn't, but she had a feeling, nonetheless, that whatever was on the note was meant for her. After all, the Scarecrow was not going anywhere for now so it could hardly be something designed for him. Maybe Batman had seen past the mystery caller who had called the ambulance for Jonathan Crane. She supposed he would guess quickly that it had been Lunabat, because the rest of the bat gang would have known nothing about it.

Maybe he had seen inside the window himself at the card from Harley. He had stunning binoculars, after all. Even though she could not see him, she had a feeling he was watching from somewhere.

Unable to stand the suspense anymore, she snatched the note and read the simple message out loud to herself: "Meet me at the Bell Tower Mausoleum in Gotham Cemetery". It was signed with a Bat-seal.

Well, thought Harley wryly. Tall dark and mysterious as always…

It was about time to end all this. Even if it meant taking Batman's advice for Harley Quinzel to leave the city too, she was ready. Maybe he had a plan to get her out without anyone knowing. Maybe she could even fake her death or something and then spend the rest of her life in France.

Guess I should stop being so rusty on my pronunciation, she thought; she had taken French in high school even if she had not paid the closest attention to much other than the handsome young French actors in the movies they had to watch.

All in all, she had to admit, she was ready to leave Gotham City, and she was ready to give up Lunabat for a new life. If she expected Jonathan to take a chance for a new life, she could take it too. No more roof-hopping. Well, unless Batman had one more plan to catch the Joker between the two of them, but she was not going to get her hopes up about that.