“Alright Harley, lets talk…” Batwoman cracked her knuckles confident that she had time for a private chat with the Joker’s whore.
“Just hit me in the face,” Harley licked the blood dripping from her broken nose, “Just not the belly.”
“Why not the belly?” Batwoman asked.
“One bitch to another, would you hit a pregger in the baby?” Harley looked up Batwoman.
“What?” Batwoman crossed her arms in disbelief and mild disgust, “Are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant?”
“I’m two weeks late, I’ve been taking tests each morning all week, three a day since Tuesday. Four days of test, twelve positives are pretty convincing. Why do you think I laid low while Pudding was missing?” Harley laid out the revelation for Batwoman.
“Red Robin! Grab Quinn, bag her and express delivery to Arkham!” Batman called over the radio, “Everyone else, KEEP THE GOONS FOCUSED ON YOU! We are extracting out the roof!”
Almost instantly Red Robin and Spoiler appeared next to Batwoman and Harley Quinn. Red Robin grabbed the Wrists while Spoiler undid the cuffs then reattached them once she was free of the door handle Batman had attached Quinn to. Batwoman put a canvas bag over Harley’s head and leaned close as she pulled it down to her chest.
“If that kid’s dad is the clown, it’s going to be a fatherless child,” Batwoman whispered in Harley’s ear.
“OK; Black Bat and Red Hood clear me a path to the parking garage, Robin clear the goon from the garage so I can get to the Redbird! You two ready?” Red Robin asked once he got his confirmations he took a deep breath then whispered to Harley, “Just keep running! Ok let’s Go GO GO!”
Spoiler and Batwoman cleared the corridor to Red Hood and Black Bat’s shooting gallery, Red Robin ran Harley to the parking garage and Robin was waiting by the Redbird with a shattered circus gang sprawled out on the pavement.
“What took you so long?” Robin asked impatiently.
*
“Get this thing on a portable respirator and take the monitors off,” Batman shock the confusion from his head, “We are flying it to Arkham! Batgirl and Question you two take it to the in processing area, Nightwing and I will stay to keep the goons from realizing what is happening!”
“Please tell me we are not doing attack jumps, I hate attack jumps,” Nightwing started to whine.
“We are ganna do your favorite,” Batman looked at his student.
“Attack Jumps,” they said together in unison.
“Does anyone else find that creepy?” The Question asked.
The Joker raised her hand, well as far as the straps to the rails of the bed would let her.
“Shut up porn star,” Batgirl hissed.
*
Question and Batgirl were in the back of the stealth chopper with the bed ridden hateful harlot. Batman set it to run on autopilot straight to Arkham. Question might not be ready to lead a gay pride parade, but she had come to terms with her attraction to women. She like pretty but nice girls. Yet something about this bitch screamed trouble and it made her heart flutter like a school girl’s at the sight of her first crush. Batgirl suppressed the moistening in between her legs with the hatred in her heart for this shitty excuse for a person that had caused her so much suffering. Everyone was glad the breathing tube kept the Crack whore porn star in the making silent.
*
“Remember strike as much fear as you can!” Batman said before he jumped off the ledge of the hospital.
“You have your own Halloween themed paracute,” Nightwing muttered, “I got a degree from the circus in falling with grace. Lets see who is scarier.”
*
Red Hood was ducked behind an SUV trading shots with the Keystone Cops, what was working in his favor was that these idiots were about as useful with guns as the silent film clowns!
“Come on Black Bat, let me know when you are in position!” Red Hood called over the com-channel, “Black Bat? Sound off Black Bat! Come on Cass talk to me…”
Black Bat appeared behind him and started gesturing that she was trying to talk, but couldn’t.
“Come on you know more than a few words here,” Red Hood prodded.
Black Bat just shrugged, then started using sign langue.
“Face in mind, no talk. What face?” Red Hood asked the silenced ex-assassin.
[Don’t know] Black Bat signed, [man face, know from somewhere very far from Gotham. Once face in mind, talk stop.]