Given a choice, Al and Techie would have taken their giggling friend to one of Gotham's numerous free clinics, where they could have hoped for a degree of anonymity. Since they didn't know of any nearby, and time was of the essence, they had done the next best thing and mugged a random woman for her ID and insurance car before stopping by the hospital. The staff had been far too busy to notice any discrepancy. And so, the Captain found herself pumped full of the finest chemical cocktail Kelly Beth Pierson's insurance could buy.
Maybe that was why she was so easily distracted.
"Shouldn't the hospital be exploding right about now?" she asked as they walked away.
"That would be plenty dramatic, but no, Captain, I don't think the hospital has any reason to explode."
"Joker blew up a hospital yesterday. I can't imagine he'd stop with just one."
"The Joker has moved on to other things," Al reminded her. "Now, come on. The Frohike is this way."
"But…" The Captain pointed toward the park. "I saw Harley."
"Oh, not her," Techie groaned.
"We've got to follow her."
"Might be fun," Al agreed.
"Why? She's just going home to Ivy. There's nothing to see."
"But she had someone with her."
"Ivy?" Techie repeated.
"No, a man. She's bringing a man home to Ivy's lair. Something is going to happen, and it will be spectacular."
There was really no arguing with that. So a-spying they did go.