"Please everyone get back, let the paramedics do their job." Jeremiah directed the board members out of the room. Batman was severely injured to the point of it being near deadly. His body was covered in blood, cuts, and gashes. Harley held onto his hand as the paramedics set way to the ambulance.
"Miss we need to take him to Gotham General Hospital. Please, we'll take good care of him I promise.", said the female paramedic. Harley wanted to make sure The Batman was in no further harm but she knew that all she could do at the moment was focus on the other pressing affairs associated with Jack.
"Okay." She let go of Batman's hand and let the paramedic continue their work. The EMS workers shuffled the cart into the ambulance and drove off to make hast.
In the ambulance, "Where am I?" Bruce said as he struggled to keep consciousness. "Bruce don't worry, you're in safe hands now." The lady tapped the side of her neck. Her facial features morphed into another state of look. Her hair turned red along with her skin tone turning lighter. The other paramedic did the same but his hair turned short and black with his eyes turning black to blue. "Cassandra, Dick, take me home. I need to make some calls." Bruce couldn't talk anymore for know, it was time to take some rest.
Back in Arkham,
"Everybody calm down, the board of trustees will reschedule the meeting for next week while the GCPD investigates Arkham Asylum." Jeremiah Arkham felt relieved to reconvene at another time while holding an anxious expression due to recent events. Harley noticed and decided to pry.
"Hey Jeremiah, how are you doing?"
"Not so well Harleen, I feel like I can't breath."
"Hey hey stay calm. Batman is under good hands now…"
"I don't care about what happened to the Batman. I'm more concerned about what the Joker has installed for the staff of this facility?"
"Did you know what Joker was talking about earlier?"
"Of course not. I don't have any connections to that bastard! He hates my guts and in vice versa, it's that simple."
"It's never that simple Jeremiah. If you have something you want to tell me I'd suggest you disclose it now before the authorities can get involved." Jeremiah formed a little smirk.
"Why don't you ask Joker yourself Harleen. You seem to have turn Arkham Asylum into your own personal home away from home. I always found it to be a weird coincidence that when the Joker escaped the same week you first arrived." Harley felt insulted by his insinuations.
"You seem to be pulling at threads that aren't there Dr. Arkham. I don't think I need to explain to you that this facility has an unsettling high capture/escape turnover rate despite the extensive security. Although in a facility full of meta humans, the man without any powers has left the building the most, ironically spilling the least blood out of the rest of the patients. Not saying he has killed none, but even the insane are able to show more humility than those who claim to be normal." Jeremiah just left before telling Harley that the facility will be closed for five days. Not wanting to retort what she said all he wanted to do is try to cover his personal affairs, some having to do with Joker potentially. She wasn't sure but Arkham was never a willfully ignorant individual.
Harley left Arkham Asylum and drove quickly back to the penthouse in preparation for dinner. She wanted to coax Jack up a little bit before having a serious conversation. Entering the garage of the building complex, she went to the first floor underground before parking the Miata. The dinner she thought of making was something possibly Italian or maybe simply sticking to her Jewish roots. He didn't seem to mind expanding his palate for her. Maybe some kugel with some chicken soup and matzo balls would work. Not knowing when he would show up she decided to prep the meals and wait. The last time she tried that she waited nearly all evening. She picked up her phone and called him instead.
"Yes love?" He said in a hurried tone. "I was wondering when you would be likely to come back home?" "What time is it now, 2:39 p.m., let's go for fours hours max sweets." "Ya promise puddin?" "I promise Harleen." He ended the call and she immediately went into their bedroom so she can switch out of her work clothes into something more practical.
"It's time to release the prisoners." Joker told one of his henchmen in the control room to open all electronic gates and doors throughout Blackgate Prison. He believed for a comparison of chaos, showing non meta prisoners tare the island apart was to be an example of how sending the patients of the intensive treatment ward of Arkham Asylum would only add more collateral damage. The vote was to be held two weeks from this Thursday but frankly, Jack was impatient with little to no action for months until recently in the last couple of weeks. For now, let destruction persuade the officials voting, primarily the Gotham city politicians to strike down their own bill that was given complete support by the Arkham Asylum Board of Trustees, specifically spearheaded by the owner and head doctor of the facility, Dr. Jeremiah Arkham.
About four hours later Joker returned home to have some dinner with his Harley. Entering the living room he saw the tv on some random channel, assorted wedding magazines, and two empty glasses with a bottle of moscato, he smiled, taking the glasses and wine bottle to the kitchen to find a corkscrew. "I can't keep track of where she puts the utensils and accessories anymore." Eagerly pulling multiple cabinets and drawers he eventually found the corkscrew next to the dishwasher. Taking the cork out of the wine bottle he poured two glasses waiting for Harley. Quickly he took a sip out the bottle itself. Harley came out of the bathroom heading towards the kitchen to check on dinner. "Eeeeee." She was shocked due to her outfit. "What sweets, I'm on time." "Yes but I was planning on wearing something more elegant and presentable." Harley was simply wearing a pair of old navy leggings with a loose white t-shirt containing an old oil stain, along with having her hair falling flat and wavy. He picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. "You'll always look beautiful to me Harleen. I've also seen you naked sweets, I know the goods underneath the cotton layers quite well." He kissed her for a full minute to show her how much he missed her. Eventually pulling away, "So, what's for dinner love."