Chapter 6
Lisa and Crane (now Scarecrow) walked down to the hydrotherapy room. When they opened the door and walked down the steps, they found that everything was ready, all except Michelle and Batman. He was going to come later.
'It took you long enough…' the man said, now rather impatiently.
'If you want something done, then do it yourself…' Lisa hissed back.
'The Joker doesn't like being kept waiting…' he answered back, referring to himself.
'Well, Harley Quinn doesn't do a job without doing it properly!'
'So this all set up?..' Scarecrow said, not knowing whether his girl was genuine anymore.
'Pretty much…' she smiled.
'Even…' he asked.
'Not everything..' she purred, kissing him (or, as much as she could).
Michelle came running in, ruining the scene.
'Cat woman's job's done' she breathed, again referring to herself.
You can guess who Cynthia is. It's just too obvious to say.
After a few minutes, Batman came walking in. He didn't see anything unusual, since everyone was hiding. He stepped across the slightly damp floor, trying not to make a sound. The next thing that he knew was that someone had kicked him in the face, making him fall to the floor. The attacker stood behind him, still unseen. The only one that he could now see was the Joker coming out of the shadows. The person behind him picked him up, revealing herself to be Cat woman.
'Well well, look who we had here…' the Joker grinned, his eyes full of both insanity and the confidence that they would win.
'And I don't just mean you. Look who else we have…' he said, holding his hand out to introduce Poison Ivy, now holding Robin like a cop would with a criminal. His hands were behind his back, held by Ivy, and unable to escape. All that he could do was walked to wherever she wanted him to.
'Let him go! He hasn't got anything to do with this!' Batman snarled.
'He has more than you know…' the Joker purred. 'You see, if we can get him, we can get you, or, at least your will to carry on as Gotham's defender.
'How?' Bruce asked.
'How? Well, if you think that a death was a result of your own selfish means, what will Gotham think of having a selfish crime fighter?' he laughed.
Bruce didn't really have any choice.
'Fine, what do you want me to do?..' he sighed, giving in. He wasn't going to have another death on his hands.
'We want you to give up your title…'
'Is that all?'
'That's all.'
Batman looked around. He saw Ivy, he saw Cat woman, he saw the Joker, and he saw Harley. What got to him was that he saw the Scarecrow. Even if they all went back into the asylum, they would get out, just like Crane had.
'Fine…'