Chapter 10
The hero was sitting in his chair, eyes emotionless and lost in his thoughts while the jester was walking all over the place, calling Crane over and over again until he finally got an answered.
"Finally! I know about... I don't care about you sleeping, I know about... Will you shut up! Shut up!" A long silence followed and he giggled. "I know about the Reds. How long were you gonna keep our imminent death secret?... Oh, like tonight? How lucky am I to call you when you wanted to make a meeting too? You think I'm stupid?..." He sat on the desk, next to Bruce. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man, especially about Eddie." After a long pause, he seemed to calm down and finally ended the conversation on an upbeat tone. "Great, TTYL." Finishing the whole thing with a loud kissing noise into the phone and hanging up. "We'll be meeting at 21:00 PM, at the lab."
"Legalize it, I'm not letting anyone die."
"If you happen to change your mind, you know what to do." The billionaire unconsciously nodded. "Tonight, hack into the lab's cameras, they're equipped with microphones." He got off and headed toward the exit. "Well, not that I don't enjoy your company, but I've got a guest back at my place."
The larger man looked toward the screen unsure of what to do next.
"Of course..." He replied tired. "Call me."
The clown suddenly stopped and turned his attention back to his partner, chuckling.
"Why?"
Realizing he had no reason for the pale man to contact him, he scratched his head slightly embarrassed before adding.
"If anything comes up, call me."
Each hours of this day down to 20:00 PM felt completely useless as the detective had no longer any idea of what to do. He studied the drug furthermore, hoping to get a clue for a cure, but it was all in vain. He no longer knew from where he was standing in this situation, now that he was pushing his foes toward success.
He had started working an hour earlier, this had been a great idea since the system had clearly been programmed by Nygma. It took him fifteen minutes to be entirely logged on to all the equipment of the laboratory. Sound, visual, all was good.
About ten minutes later, Harleen entered the main room alone, holding many bags. She opened them revealing enough snacks to feed an entire village. With a can of beer in hand, she placed the rest of the drinks in the same room were they sometimes store the test subjects bodies. She took out a few chemicals, syringes, papers, a pen and opened the computer. The detective did not had the best view of the screen and since he did not knew how it would defend itself to hacking he was uncomfortable trying it. If the computer was to inform its user that someone was attempting to spy on them, that would risk canceling the meeting and tipped the gang about having a traitor among them. The woman went on playing some loud music while moving back to the chemicals, writing something unfortunately unreadable. She looked at the clock, sat down opened a bottle of some chemical and took a heavy sniff of it. She had barely placed substance back on the table that she hit the ground and stopped moving. Bruce was absolutely confused by the woman's action and went on theorizing...
"Oh, I know that song!" Alfred interrupted his friend's thinking. "I'mma live life 'til I overdose, while they sleepin on me, that's comatose! I went mainstream with my main team you just mad as f..."
"Alfred." The younger man harshly stopped him.
"I got a little carried away... My apologies." He approached the other man, looking at the screen. "What is happening to her?"
"I don't know..."
The girl on the screen started moving, slowly getting up, grabbing any furniture near to help herself and looked up at the clock.
Harley: A new record!
She quickly wrote something down before taking a sip of alcohol and preparing a syringe of an unknown drug. She noted a few other things, turned to the clock and injected herself.
"She's testing her toxin resistance, perhaps even upgrading it."
"Like Ozzy Osbourne." The older man added and Bruce gave him a baffled look. "Anyway, I was just bringing supper to you."
He placed a plate of jumbalaya in front of the man who smiled and immediately started eating, which made the butler suspicious of the hero not being entirely himself.
He continued watching as she continued ingesting everything and anything. 20:50 PM, Jervis arrived and started cleaning up the lab of the chemicals Quinzel had taken out.
Jervis: Why are you still doing this to yourself?
Harley: He said I should get better.
Jervis: Stop listening to him.
Harley: But he's right, I'm getting better.
Jervis: Are you feeling better?
She pouted and leaned over the table, like a student wanting to sleep in class.
Harley: I'm not sure...
Jervis: I agree with many of the things he does, but when it comes to you, I don't. Never did.
He went on sitting next to her.
Jervis: After we're cured, we could get away, just the two of us.
She sighed and sat back in the chair, staring at the smaller man with pity in her face.
Jervis: You don't even need a cure, I could help you escape, by yourself.
Harley: I can't, he'll need me...
Crane entered the room, they abruptly turned to him.
Jonathan: Am I interrupting something?
Jervis: Of course not.
He went on sitting at the end of the table and grabbed Quinn's notes.
Jonathan: Impressive...
Jervis: This is moronic.
Harley: Hey! How 'bout you shove your negativity up your...
Joker: Hey!
He had rapidly entered the room and jumped on a chair next to an empty one, keeping a distance with the gang. He placed his arm as if somebody was occupying the empty place and turned to it.
Joker: See? I told you that nobody would care when you'd die. You owe me a hat, now.
Without letting go of his absent friend, he turned to the others. Both men did not react to him, but Harleen had her face buried in her hands when she mumbled.
Harley: I'm so sorry...
Jonathan: Don't blame her, Nygma's death was purely accidental. Dr. Quinzel is absolutely immune to the side effects of the Reds due to the boost Poison Ivy had given her long ago. Studying it with her we found out that there is now a very small vegetal like positive tumor in her body. We tried conceiving a similar one to implant in his stomach. We really believed we had successfully made it, but it overfed the Reds instead of creating a safe union between the parasite and host.
Joker: Sure, but that doesn't explain the bomb.
Harley: We all knew ya'd steal the detonators, so we made fakes.
She arrogantly said, no longer a shamed and in guilt due to Crane's explanations.
Joker: Still, there was no bomb in his head!
Harley: Ya can't put a bomb in a brain!
Joker: Yes you can!
Harley: Nope. So the bomb was in his foot. Did ya check his foot?
A short silence filled the room as the jester laid back in his chair, staring in the distance thoughtful. The smallest man spoke up.
Jervis: What are we supposed to do about the Reds? I can't think of a new antidote, all that we tried failed...
Jonathan: Our next dose is in two weeks, which should be enough time for us to start legalizing the drugs. Jervis and I will work with the media giving our cause the kind of attention it needs. Joker, surely you can convince Bruce Wayne to join the fight, the gala you and him will be attending in three days will be very advertised...
Joker: I have a gala in three days?! I don't even know what to wear!
The vigilante rubbed his eyes in disappointment to hearing the news for he and Lucius Fox had worked so hard to keep the pale man away from public attention in order for him to not be associated with the company and now Crane had ruined it. There was no way he could convinced the lunatic to not come to the event.
Jonathan: And Dr. Quinzel, get the creator.
She was in the middle of a sip of beer when he gave the order and spat it out on the table.
Harley: Th-the creator? I can't, my bad, I...
Crane took a bluetooth out of his jacket's pocket, to which the woman stood up stepping back and the smallest man grabbed her arm.
Harley: C'mon Dr. Crane, I don't know where to look, I swear! This won't help.
Jervis: This is a bad idea, don't do it...
Scarecrow threw the gadget to the confused clown who caught it.
Jonathan: Please. Hold down the main button the convince Dr. Quinzel.
Harley: No no no...
He pressed it, she started convulsing beyond reasonable measures while Tetch tried as he could to hold her up to her feet. He failed, her head hit the ground hard as she continued shaking uncontrollably, letting out small cries that finally got out as the end of a scream when he let go of the button. He stood up and stared down at her, puzzled.
Joker: What was that?
Jonathan: Have you changed your mind?
The smaller man was on his knees next to her, bent down toward her face, holding on to one of her hand and caressing her hair. Her lips slightly moved.
Jervis: She has.
Jonathan: Excellent.
He stood up, swiftly took the bluetooth from the jester's hand and started walking out.
Jonathan: Dismissed. Follow me, Jervis, we've got a lot to do.
He moved closer to the girl beneath him, whispering something into her ear that made her somewhat smile before he obliged. While heading toward the exit, Joker walked passed him and gave Tetch's head a light slap. He did not had time to get into a confrontation, he simply grunted upon leaving.
The pale man dropped on his knees next to the lady in pain, lowering himself toward her.
Joker: Harley? Harley? You there?
He pulled her lids up to open her eyes, which made her whine. She grabbed his hands to make him stop, but kept holding them close to her.
Joker: Wake up, sleeping beauty! I need your help.
Harley: ... my help ...?
Joker: You're the person I trust the most for that kind of stuff... I just don't know what to wear for the gala...
She giggled lightly before lowly replying.
Harley: ... sleeping beauty, huh? She needed a kiss to wake up, ya know?
She still had her eyes closed and the detective was surprised to see his partner look up directly into a camera with his devilish grin only to seductively shake his eyebrows before turning his attention back to the woman on the floor. He lowered himself further and went on kissing her. Bruce uncontrollably turned his head away from the screen, drowning in a type of discomfort he had never felt before. He glanced at the cameras once more, the image of his hands caressing her body, and his lips against hers. Nausea started rising along a burning feeling in his stomach which he could not understand. Glimpsing at the scene from time to time he watched as she placed her arms around him, scratching his back and caressing his white hair, while one of his hand seemed lost up inside her shirt.
He was no longer looking, head bowed down staring into emptiness trying his best not to vomit when he heard his voice.
Joker: Awake yet?
Harley: Yeah... How about a silver and black suit?
The vigilante looked up to see them on the floor, holding on to one another as if this was some comfortable bed.
Joker: Too gray...
Harley: Not gray, silver. Real shinning silver, with a black shirt, black shoes and golden jewelry.
Joker: I'd look like a chandelier.
She laughed while the hero was wandering why he was still watching this imbecilic puke inducing fest.
Harley: Or a fancy knife set... with a wicked long sword...
He chuckled while her phone started ringing, she took it out her pocket and sighed upon answering.
Harley: Yes, Dr. Crane? ... Yeah, I was leaving now... I'm going! I'm not losing time I was just ehm... Making a plan... I'm leaving...
She hung up and pushed the tall man away in order to get up.
Joker: You always knew who and where the creator was, didn't you?
Harley: Ehm... I really got to go.
She started running, and the pale man got up to try and follow. They fled the lab and therefore Bruce's sight, leaving him in a rather terrible emotional state.
He had stopped eating since the first kiss his enemies had shared in front of him. Uncomfortable with his feelings, he decided to stay alone in the cave, tuning in to the news, looking out for Crane and Tetch's next move.
He awoke to the sudden sound of his cell phone, surprised as he could not remember when he had fallen asleep. The news were still going, so he muted it in order to answer to the number he recognized to be his partner's.
Bruce: Joker...
Joker: Oh baby, that sleepy voice of yours... Say my name again.
Bruce: What do you want?
Joker: I want you to say my name once more... Say it...
The larger man did not reply to the pale man's queer demand.
Joker: Fine! Did you see how smooth I was back at the lab, placing this microphone-tracker on her bra like it's nothing.
Bruce: That's why you kissed her!?
Joker: Why were you wandering? Was it bothering you?
Bruce: The two of you kissing was an unpleasant thing to see...
Joker: But we're so pretty! Anyway, I used a gadget from your company so you should be able to spy on her without any difficulty. Also, when were you planning on inviting me to the gala?
Bruce: I wasn't. I know you're going to make a fool out of yourself and make my company look bad.
Joker: Says a man high on illegal medication.
A long silence followed before he concluded the call.
Joker: Give me a lift to the party.
The days following turned up to be nightmarish for the detective.
First of all, he had linked his phone to Harleen's tracker, listening from time to time. All he knew so far was that she was heading south, stopping at bars and motel to relax while remaining completely silent about her mission. She seemed to be taking a vacation more than anything really, as if she was not ready to head toward her objective.
Furthermore, Crane and Tetch had made their move. A video in which they explain the whole situation going viral over the Internet and the medias. It only consisted of Scarecrow sitting at a table talking. The message was quite simple:
Citizens of Gotham, I'm sure most of you have noticed a lot of people such as me, Jervis Tetch, Dr. Harleen Quinzel and Edward Nygma, now missing, rehabilitating this city in record time and living among you. Everyday more and more inmates from Arkham Asylum are leaving the building to never return and to this day we have let you believe that these events were nothing more than pure miracles. Unfortunately, this is far from the truth. In reality, we have been illegally sneaking into the facility a new illegal drug called Reds which so far seems to be working perfectly on every type of mental illness. We admit to have involved ourselves in questionable unlawful activities in order to have succeeded a recovery of our freedom and are reaching to you today because we are seeking your support and understanding to our cause. We would like the Reds to be legalized since it has proven to be helpful even for the most desperate cases such as mine. Speaking of desperate cases, this brings me to my next point. I apologize in advance for I know how shocking this will be for all of you, but I would like to inform you that we already have the Batman's support on this one. The Joker is not missing, he has been living among you for about a year now. We gave him some Reds and helped build a new identity to be sure that he had a chance to a normal life. I will not reveal his new identity for we always keep an eye on him and so far he have been a flawless citizen. If he was to change his behavior for the worst we would make his information public and he knows it. A while ago, the Batman interrogated me since he was suspecting me of a crime I did not commit, it was during this encounter that I mentioned the Joker's new identity to him. I truly was filled with joy when I found out that he was still among us citizen even though his secret had been shared with Gotham's dark knight, therefore showing his support to our cause. We understand if we have to face consequences for our actions, but let me remind you that mental illness is a real sickness like any other and we might have found the cure. Please, be considerate.
Shame was what the detective felt to this message very well received by most of the population. If only he had told everything about his investigation to the pale man they could have came up with a solution allowing Batman to be set apart from the cause. He cursed his distrust toward his partner, but then again, he was the clown prince of crime. He kept eyeing and opening his cell phone ever since this video was uploaded to the Internet, always surprised and disappointed to not be contacted by the jester, yet he could not bring himself to call.
December 3th, in the evening, the billionaire was grooming for what he was expecting to be the worst gala of his life. However, he was somewhat looking forward to it, it is a rare occasion for him to have a person there who truly knows him and would surely be entertaining if the party turned out to be mundane. The more he thought about it, the more he was getting a positive feeling out of the idea. He could let his partner talk about the Reds by himself while he enjoyed his night.
He felt like driving, so picking one of his most luxurious car he left to pick the clown up.
He knocked only a few times before the man in the apartment unlocked the door without opening it. He entered only to hear him speak loudly from his bedroom.
"I'm not done, give me a minute!"
Bruce walked slowly, stopping upon entering the room as he gazed at man holding a small mirror while applying light make up to his face. He eyed him from head to toes, the smaller man did not look like a chandelier nor a fancy knife set, to the dark knight he had the splendor of the Moon in this flamboyant outfit.
"You're very hands... decent." He uncontrollably spoke out and the clown turned to him with an almost disgusted look on his face. "I mean, this style suits you..."
"Batsy, you're pathetic!" He mocked him as he put his make up and mirror away and took his glasses to put them on. "Have you figured out what Harley's been doing? I haven't."
"Me neither, but I linked the tracker to my phone, we'll log on from time to time."
They headed to the living room where the jester leaned against the front door.
"Before we go, I just want to tell you that I won't mind you touching me tonight." He stated looking at Bruce with a smirk.
"Why would I touch you?"
"Don't you wanna dance?" He almost whispered his answer. "Trust me, I can dance better than anyone you know and will know."
"I doubt it." The vigilante responded, getting closer to the dazzling man. "Besides, it doesn't matter to me whether my partners are good or not since..." He placed his hand on the smaller man's waist, who grabbed his shoulder as they automatically locked their free hand together. "I always lead." He firmly added.
"Oh, I'd let you think that..." The jester replied moving away from the door, pulling the other man who followed. "While truly, I have you under a spell that your physical dominance cannot overcome."
"Maybe I'm just playing your game until you lower your guard and I can assume control." The vigilante replied, actually dancing with the pale man.
"Than I guess you'll have to play forever, mon triste amour..." He purred.
"More like 30 seconds than forever..." He replied before forcefully pinning the madman against a wall, closing any space between them. "Plaisant farceur."
"God! I love what this drug's doing to you!"
"So do I, flawless citizen." The larger man said with a smirk.
"I'm no angel, you know? I'm always carrying a weapon." He arrogantly answered.
"You're bringing a weapon to the gala?"
"Sure! Search me, I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding... Oh!" The other man had already started running his hands all over his body. "Finding my ehm... Wicked long sword."
Bruce abruptly stopped and stepped back sighing while his partner burst into a loud laughter to his own idiotic joke. That killed the mood and they started heading to the car while the smaller man kept giggling.
"So, what's this gala about?" Joker asked upon entering the car to which the billionaire only turned to him with an embarrassed smile as an answer. "You don't know?!"
They laughed together for a moment and the detective started driving.
"Let's check up on Harley-girl." The clown said and his partner gave him his phone. "All right... She's in Mexico now! In a bar near the border... Audio is loading..."
Harley: ...ouncy ass! Yeah, baby!
Both men looked at each other strangely to what she had just said while hearing a few persons laughing in response to Quinzel.
Harley: So then, ya know, I get off. She's all happy and hot, like, I've exhausted the life outta her, if ya know what I mean?
As the persons in the bar laughed once more while agreeing, the clown sat back in the car with a troubled expression on his face.
Harley: So, we were looking at each other and I said: Girl, I'm the Quinn of the jungle!
The laughter were cut short by the jester who quickly closed the phone.
"Sex puns! I always hated her stupid sex puns!" He rapidly said while the other man chuckled.
Arriving at destination, the caped crusader parked a little away from the place to have a little chat with the man by his side.
"How about you only talk about the Reds and I only talk about the company?"
"No problem, boss." He enthusiastically said. "Besides, I don't even know what the name of my job is."
As soon as they entered the place, a bunch of stereotypical greedy people, two men and a woman, walked up to them or rather to Bruce more precisely in order to greet them. The billionaire started introducing the smaller man.
"This is my most recent business partner..."
"I'm White." He awkwardly interrupted him, leaving the three people to nod in confusion. "I mean, I really am White."
"We can see that..." The oldest man replied uncomfortably chuckling.
"Jack have his own very unique sense of humor." The hero laughed off embarrassed while placing his arm around the pale man. "His last name is White."
They all slightly laughed and the oldest man spoke up once more.
"Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Jack." He said presenting his hand.
"Actually, please call me Jackson." He answered accepting the handshake. "Only my friends call me Jack."
Joker smirked with arrogance while the persons smiled yet looked highly insulted. He then went on to point at the woman among them stating.
"But, Mademoiselle, you can call me Jack." He giggled. "In fact you could call me anyti..."
"All right!" Bruce cut him short leading him away from them. "Aren't you thirsty, Jack? Let's get ourselves some champagne." When far enough from them he whispered. "Were you planning on insulting all of the guests tonight?" The clown gave a vicious smile to his partner as a response.
"What makes you say that? Anyway, now we have to get some champagne and you are..." He grabbed two flutes of champagne from a garçon passing by. "High on the Reds."
"Well, it's not like people are expecting me to obligatory drink it. I could throw it when..."
The jester laughed and turned to the crowd, raising his glass.
"I'd like to propose a toast!" He shouted and everybody turned to him. "I'm Jackson White, from Wayne Enterprises and you mister!" He pointed to a random young man who looked so surprised he glanced behind him and pointed to himself. "Yeah, you mister! We've been following your work for a while, good going! You should be hearing propositions from us very soon!" He raised his glass even higher. "A toast to the bright future of this young lad!"
They all applauded as if this was making any sense, the whole situation was so absurd it made the larger man smile as he placed alcohol in his mouth. The eccentric man turned to him and whispered.
"Swallow."
He stared at his green eyes with animosity when his attention were brought to Lucius Fox approaching him. He accidentally swallowed making him cough a little.
"Mr. Wayne, are you all right?" The CEO asked.
The lunatic giggled and walked away from them.
"I thought we had agreed to not allow him in public?"
"Sorry, he heard about this gala from somewhere else. I couldn't stop him from coming. Anyway, I'm tracking somebody as we are speaking, if I happen to need a distraction could I count on you?"
"I think Mr. White is already doing a perfect job." He responded looking toward the clown who was loudly mocking a woman.
"Wow! I didn't knew Juicy Couture made dresses!"
The vigilante rolled his eyes, finished his drink and headed to the bathroom where he locked the door and took out his cell phone. Harleen was on the move, still heading south, he loaded audio.
Harley: What a weather, right?
Woman: ¿Qué?
Harley: How rude! K you too...
Woman: ¿Qué?
Harley: Tsss... K!
He giggled at the girl's silliness and closed his phone, she must have been hitch hiking. He walked out and continued celebrating.
It was going pretty well, he kept speaking of the company and what not while his partner seemed to be gaining a lot of people's attention in a somewhat positive way, which was good. He heard of the Reds a little and supported everything he heard White said. Unfortunately, he was getting inebriated as he had miscalculated what he could handle while on drugs. He was loud and easily entertained, especially by the jester.
He went back to check on Harleen once more, still on the move and very silent.
Upon exiting the room he noticed that almost all the women of the party were surrounding the smaller man, laughing, blushing and enjoying whatever he was doing. He almost rushed to him only to watch as he was presenting jokes, magic tricks and what not to them.
"Now, who here trusts me? How about you?" He grabbed a small pretty blonde woman who obeyed as he placed her back against him and placed her hand on top of a table. "Now, I really need you to trust me and not move." She giggled excited. "We're going to play a knife game..."
"Jack." They all turned to the billionaire annoyed. "I... I just received a call and I need to talk to you immediately."
He sighed and started to follow him, turning around one quick time to wink at them.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"These ladies are in major need of some excitement, Brucie." The detective just kept staring at him angrily before he added. "What can I do? Chicks digs the magic tricks!"
"Stop flirting with other people."
"Other people?" He laughed. "Wait, are you really being jealous?"
"No. This simply..." He thought about his next words carefully. "This simply came out wrong. I had a lot to drink and you're endangering them."
Music started playing louder and the ambiance was starting to set in.
"Dance with me." The madman demanded to his partner who did not move nor reply. "I guess I'll dance with the short blonde inste..." He was cut short as the other man grabbed him and pulled him to the dance floor.
"One dance." He lowly spoke.
"I love you." Joker whispered with a smirk.
"Don't say that." Bruce said anxious.
"But you make such a funny face whenever I say that." He mocked. "I love you so much."
"Stop or I'll walk away." He warned.
"The farther you are, the louder I'll speak."
The hero rolled his eyes and got an imbecilic idea. He got closer and whispered to the pale man.
"Some times I think about how different things could have been. How I could have never been a vigilante and you, not a criminal. We would have met under different circumstances and we would've been friends."
"You're lying."
"I'm not. We could've been maybe even more than just friends."
"That's a cruel joke." He chuckled. "I dream about you every time I fall asleep."
"I dream about you when awake." The larger man glanced at his partner's expression. "Now, you're the one making a funny face."
"Yeah, I just thought about Harley." They abruptly stopped dancing. "Let's check on her."
The exited the dance floor and were stopped by some man questioning the billionaire.
"Are you two...?"
"No."
"But you just danced..."
"What now? We can't dance with a gay man without being gay ourselves? He's my friend and he wanted to dance, that's all." He harshly explained and the jester added.
"It's 2015, get with the times!"
They then headed to the bathroom and entered when no one was looking, locking the door behind them. They opened up the phone and witnessed that she had stopped at a motel in the south of Mexico.
Harley: ...ome with me, come back to Gotham.
A woman replied negatively to Quinzel's proposal and her voice made the dark knight's heart skip a beat.
"Selina?"
Harley: It's a mess back there and it'll get worse.
Selina: That's exactly why I left and I'm not going back there. I don't even understand why you're going back.
Harley: I have no choice, I'm on a mission. I feel like Super Mario.
Selina: Super Mario?
Harley: Yeah, but instead of castles it's rain forests, ya know? I'm sorry, but your princess is in another rain forest!
"It's about weed-lady!"
Selina: You really think you can convince her to not only forgive you but come back to this hell hole you call a city only to save the lives of people she hates?
Harley: No, not at all...
Selina: So you're... Oh no... Are you planning on kidnapping her? Harley, no...
Harley: I don't have a choice!
Selina: You cannot be serious right now!?
Harley: I'll be gentle!
Selina: This is by far the stupidest thing you'll have ever done. Besides, how are you gonna manage kidnapping Mother-freaking-nature in her rain forest paradise?! You can't.
Harley: Yeah I can! See I've trained and... Keep what I'm about to show you secret.
Both men looked at one another with wide eyes, curious of what they were about to learn. They heard indescribable sounds followed by Catwoman gasping.
Selina: What the hell, Harley!?
Harley: Pretty cool, heh?
Selina: What have you done?!
Harley: Improved, Kitten.
Selina: I don't know what to think of this... I have to go, you should get moving too.
Harley: I know, thanks for the delivery, I needed the change.
Selina: Aren't you going to take these with you.
Harley: Naaah... Screw carrying stuff.
They heard their voices growing in distance and the door closed to end in silence as the watched the tracker keeping still.
"She changed her bra..." Joker pointed out disappointed.
"If Poison Ivy created the Reds, than Harleen created the gang and it is a lot smaller than what you have told me!"
"I was only relating what they told me!"
"Some thing is very wrong with everything..."
