McCarthy left for the orphanage to stop whatever Joker had planted there. I hoped he knew what he was doing. Meanwhile, I had other matters to attend to. What was left of the apartment building finally tumbled to the side, throwing smoke and embers into the air. Miho and I stood facing the Joker and Chasity, illuminated mostly by the flames around us. The heat was scortching.
Chasity raised her machete, nearly swiping my head off. Miho stayed behind, possibly to finish off the Joker. He blew a kiss to both of us, "Ta-ta," he waved as he walked into a nearby building, "I have a ride to catch." Miho started after him but Chasity spun, bringing her machete down to block her way. She suddenly had a gleam in her eye and took a step back, preparing herself to deal with Chasity. Like it or not, we were in this together.
Chasity made an upward swing; Miho arched her back to avoid the blade and then countered it with her sword as it came back down. I slid along the ground, bringing both heels into the backs of Chasity's knees. She back flipped onto her feet, only to get a kick in the stomach from Miho which brought her to the ground. Chasity snarled angrily and if she was trying to say something, I couldn't tell. She tore the mask off her face and I could see the veins throbbing along her temples.
I threw a smoke bomb but she ran straight through the small cloud, parrying toward me. I stepped to the side, hitting her at the base of her skull. She stumbled forward, only to have her legs swept out from under her by Miho. Miho seemed to be holding back at least enough not to kill her. I suppose her loyalty to the Old Town girls wouldn't allow for her to kill one of their own. It was the only piece of admiration I could find in her. I crept down to administer a tranquilizer but Chasity shot up, backhanding me hard enough that I landed on the hood of a nearby car.
She took a swing at Miho's midsection and was subsequently blocked. She brought the machete around in an attempt to cleave her skull in half but Miho raised her sword over her head in defense. I made my move. I knew that Miho wasn't going to kill Chasity by this point. Despite that, there was a part of me that almost hoped she would, if only to put her out of her misery. She had suffered enough and there was nothing to do for her. I hated myself for that thought. I reminded myself that I still had some of Anderson's DNA and it could help me in finding a cure once Chasity was subdued. "Are you really that good, Bruce?," I asked myself, "You don't seem to be making much headway so far." I shut the thought away.
I shoved my heel into Chasity's ribcage, forcing her to twist around and swing her machete over her head awkwardly. Miho made an upward thrust, finally removing it from her grip. Chasity threw a punch but Miho ducked, slicing her sword across her thighs. Chasity finally dropped to her knees so I shoved the tranq in her neck. She instantly began to kick and flail wildly. Miho and I stepped back as she growled and swung her arms hard enough to crack the pavement. Suddenly, she sprang toward Miho who flipped over her head. She snatched the machete from the ground and hurled it at me. I stepped out of the way as it sliced halfway through the car door behind me. Chasity managed to stand on her feet, lurching toward us.
"I can help you, Chasity," I heard myself tell her, "Just let me help."
She lunged for me once again, so I shoved another dart into her neck. Miho snuck in behind her, giving her a sharp kick to the back of the head. Chasity spun around blindly but was showing signs of finally slowing down. She took a few steps forward, mumbled something, and then fell unconscious. To make sure, I secured her with some cable. Miho sheathed her sword and seemed to wait for me. We looked up at the rooftop above us. Joker was next. We didn't hesitate.