"Nightwing? Nightwing are you there? Come in Nightwing." Nightwing woke to a pounding headache. His vision was spinning, he had awoken tied up, and was just in time to see Harley reaching to take off his mask. Right when he was prepared to lurch back and knock Quinn down by sweeping out her legs from under her, he was ironically saved by the Joker.

"Get back here, Harley!" he growled before breaking off into another coughing fit.

"But I want know who he is sweetie." she whined, making everyone watching (including Nightwing) wince.

"No one's who you think they are my dear." he soothed, "Why spoil the fun?"

"It was all a lie. Nothing's wrong with you." Nightwing guessed. The Joker began prowling towards him, while his voice took on a quality that promised hurt, if Nightwing didn't choose his next words well.

"Nice of you to say, but you of all people should, know there's plenty wrong with me." he leered, stepping out of the shadows.

"Shit! That's an ugly face!" Garfield yelled, only to get lightly cuffed over the head by an irate M'Gann.

"Garfield! Language!"

Nightwing didn't react visibly to the (even uglier than usual) pale face, but Robin's brow furrowed, and Batgirl gasped "That's not normal. Even for him."

Meanwhile, the Joker continued, unaware of the insults being said about him in outer space. "Take my blood, for example." he started off cheerily. "I wish someone would." he grumbled. "This stuff is killing me!" he ended laughing hysterically.

"Por dios, he had more mood swings than a PMSing señorita." Blue grumbled. The Team's females all collectivelyturned around and demanded, "What did you say?!"

"Uh...nothing." came the nervous reply. "Oh look! Crisis that needs help, gotta go!" yelled Beetle running off to the Zeta platform, while everyone focused back on Nightwing.

"Why should I care?"

"Cause now, even though it was supposed to be for Bats," grumbled Joker, "there's a teeny little bit of me in you too, Batbrat." When he heard that, Nightwing turned his head and saw an IV somehow attached to his arm through the suit, and started to struggle, as he was panicking. "Oh coooome on," he broke off coughing, "don't tell me it's not what you've always wanted." he giggled. "Look, we're running out of time. I need your help, I nearly had a cure! he said, pacing the floor. It was so close! And then it was taken from me!"

"So we both die. I'm fine with that." Nightwing retorted with an even tone.

"Are you?" The clown prince smiles deviously. "Imagine, sucking down that last breath knowing that Gotham is doing the same." he hissed, right in Nightwing's face.

"What are you talking about?" Nightwing demanded somewhat fearfully.

"Oh, didn't I say, I've spent weeks shipping samples of my blood to emergency rooms all over the city. Oh, Bludhaven too. That is where we sent the samples, right pooh?" he asked turning to Harley. "Oh dear me, my sickness is causing dementia and memory loss." he said placing a hand on his forehead, not even bothering to listen to Harley's response.

"So that's protocol 10." Poison Gotham." smirked Nightwing smugly. "I expected more."

"Protocol 10?" gasped the clown. "Never heard of it." was the deadpan that greeted Suddenly, he smiled a sick smile. Hold tiiiight." he whispered right next to Nightwing's ear, grunting as he shoved the wheel chair Nightwing was bound to out the window onto the unforgiving ground two stories below. Seemingly as an afterthought, he yelled, "I'll be touch!" before submitting to a coughing fit.

"Nightwing? Come in, Nightwing. Damn it Dick, I say this way too much!" yelled Barbara thought the comm link.

"What. Happened?" growled Batman through the comm. The sound of people screaming was prominent in the background.

Batgirl sighed. He wasn't going to like hearing about this. "The Joker and Harley Quinn tricked Nightwing and poisoned him with the Joker's blood."

"How?" came a gruff deadpan.

"Honestly, I don't know, my guess is that the Titan formula reacted badly with the chemicals from the Ace Chemical Plant already in his system, as all the other Titan exposed thugs died."

"He also fell out of a two story window, tied to a wheel chair!" shouted Robin from the background.

"He's had worse. Keep yelling into the comm. he'll eventually wake up. Batman out."

Nightwing groaned, grabbing the cell phone strapped to his chest that was blaring annoying circus music. He ripped it off his chest and sighed. "I'm listening."

"Is someone feeling a little down?" the clown prince mocked.

"What do you want?" Nightwing rudely interrupted. Though the Team could hardly blame him. He had just learned the person on the other end of the phone was responsible for poisoning him.

"Cheer up Bird Brain, it won't kill you. Oops." he added in nastily.

"Where is the cure? Who has it?" Nightwing interrogated, trying not to lose his temper again and amuse the deranged man-no monster once more.

"I had our cold-hearted friend Mr. Freeze making it, but he's gone dark on me."

"I'll find him."

"I bet you will-" The Joker's last sentence was cut off as Nightwing crushed the phone and pulled out a chip in the phone's inner workings, slipping it into his utility belt, and dropping the shell of the phone. Pressing his comm he opened up the link.

"Agent A, Joker's poisoned me. He may have poisoned Gotham too. Mr. Freeze has the only cure."

"What are you waiting for? He's in Arkham City, find him." Batgirl cut across the link.

"If only it were that simple. He needs to be kept at sub zero temperatures to survive."

"I don't wish to worry you, Master and Miss, but it is the middle of winter out there."

"I noticed."

"He noticed."

"I've upgraded the mask to track heat signatures. I'll find the coldest point in Arkham City. Oh, and Batgirl?"

"Yeah?"

"You have to admit, even my puns are better than the Joker's."

"Touché."