We went to the Iceburg Lounge to celebrate my "first escape of Arkham", if you could call it that. Harley and Ivy tagged along, Joker stayed behind, mumbling and planning to himself. He had a collection of photos plastered to the wall and was scribbling all over.

Harley was hugging me and squealing in my ear, whereas Ivy was content to hold my hand, like she was making sure I was still there and still stable. I think she was making sure that I was grounded, to be honest.

I felt different than I had going in. I was calm. I was not afraid of having to go back, because what could they do?

"Hey Rex…" I reached over the bar and picked up a cork screw that was sitting there. "Straighten this out and make it pointy."

The barkeep frowned, but he pulled out a different one.

Rex took the cork screw and worked on it.

I looked back to the Barkeep. "Excuse me, could I have a Mike's Hard please?"

"May I see some ID?" He asked me in turn.

I frowned. "I don't have one."

He frowned too. "Legally, I can't serve you alcohol without your ID, miss."

Oh, right. Darn.

"Give her the drink." Ivy held up her own, which she had said was a sex on the beach. "I'll keep an eye on her."

"No, that's okay." I shook my head. "Can I have a pepsi instead?"

Ivy stared at me. So did the Barkeep.

"What?" I looked between the two of them. "He's just doing his job."

The barkeep smiled and handed me a bottle of pepsi. Ivy smiled as well, at my ridiculous notion. Of course I could have had a bottle of booze, but the barkeep couldn't help that he had to ID me. No, I wasn't old enough, but that was not the issue. I did not have a form of Identification, and so I could not drink. That was fair.

"Thank you." I opened the bottle.

"I got it." Rex handed it back to me, but I didn't take it.

"Stab me." I sipped my pop.

"You sure?" He spun the pointed opener around like a cowboy and his gun.

"Yes, hard as you can."

He paused. "Are you a hundred percent certain?"

He didn't look comfortable, which was an odd look for him. He never looked like he knew where he was going with everything, but he never looked like this. He would probably have a similar look if Harley or Ivy asked him to do it.

"Yes. I want to see how tough my skin is." I nodded. "Joker couldn't shank me, I want to see you do it."

He stood. "Where?"

I shrugged. It was a tiny point, so with a whole lot of force he could probably pierce even my skin. Tiny surface area plus phenomenal brute force equals blood. Perfect equation.

"Knock my block off." I pointed at my forehead.

"What if you aren't invincible?" He crossed his arms.

I stood. "Come on, who cares? Just do it. I dare you."

"That isn't a convincing argument for me to stab my sister."

Damian came up, wondering what I was still doing at the bar. "Everything okay?"

"Rex won't stab me because he's being a baby." I handed my pop to him.

"Well obviously he shouldn't stab you!" Damian looked appalled.

"See?" Rex smiled his sharky smile, and I smiled myself.

"Come on, then, not my head. My gut then, stab my gut." I compromised. "Come on, Rex, just test my hypothesis. Ivy is ten feet away."

He nodded. "Well, if you're sure."

"Wait, have you lost it?!" Damian's face looked sick.

Rex reeled back with the straightened corkscrew and then I shot backwards across the room and through a wall.