'When will he finally stop? Caring for Harley. What a waste of time. He is such a dewy-eyed moon-calf.'

'But that deal with Batman though. What is he, crazy? It took so much time to get the four people he cares about, only Red Robin and Alfred were missing in the collection.'

'I guess I need to stick with plan B. Something I tried not to do that fast. Then again, Black Seven causes too much trouble. He doesn't focus on what's important. To get Batman. Because I promised someone something some time ago. Wait. Promised?'

'That's it! I just need to tell Blacky that, he cares way too much about promises to let that slide. But still. He won't listen to me after what I tried back at his hideout. I have to admit. Forcefully trying to take over his body and mind was a bit too much. Yet, how was I supposed to deal with this situation?'

'I can't let Harley tell him about her used-to-be boyfriend. That will cause way too much confusion. And, more importantly, turn Black Seven from a simple tool into a big trouble. It's better to have him with me, not against me.'

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"I will be in there for a view moments,make sure nobody enters, okay?" I didn't even wait for an answer as I entered the building's cellar where my henchmen kept the people I was going to free. Sadly.

Poison Ivy gave me some annoyed look, leaning against a nearby wall and playing with her hairs. "What if I don't?"

She really wanted to try me. She really wanted to play with my nerves. 'Well, alright, broccoli-brain, let's cook.'

"See that?" I opened a door to a small room across from her, revealing a view plants, like a small tree and some vegetables.

Her eyes widened and she stared at me confused. "I will rip off all them leafs, I will stab lil needles in their trunks 'n' set tah remains on fire if ya birch ever freakin' play with me again!"

Poison Ivy's eyes got filled with anger as I slammed the iron door in her face after walking out. "You would hurt innocent plants?! What kind of monster are you?"

I turned my head to her and gave her a mean grin. "The 'I eat cooked carrots and raw pumpkins on a daily basis' kinda monstah."

"You damn maniac!" She yelled at me and I just shrug it off. "Glad ya noticed. Now stay here, take care of the surrounding and ya can take them plants home."

Without paying more attention to her, I walked downstairs while whistling, looking at a door on my left side. A big smiley face made of blood was drawn on it and I giggled. "Ah, Nightwing. Good memories!"

I kept walking until I reached a big window through which I could look into a big room where three people stood, looking around in confusion, one tried to open the front door with his bare hands.

"Cute." I giggled, turning on the lights from outside before entering through the door the small guy named Damian tried to open, throwing him back by quickly opening it and laughing.

"You!" He glared at me, immediately jumping up and running towards me but instead of avoiding a blow, I grabbed both of his fists, wrapping his own arms around him and turning him around with my mouth right beside his left ear.

"I just came tah talk. Don't make me break yer shoulders." I placed my right foot on his back, kicking him over to Nightwing who caught Damian.

"What do you want?" The guy who calls himself Red Hood yelled at me, making me look hungry. "A tuna sandwich. Haven't had one in a while."

"Yeah, hah hah. Very funny." Nightwing angrily stared at me and tried to keep Damian from running over to me again. "Now why are you here?"

"To setcha free. Why the fuck else?" I put my hands in the pockets of my coat and rolled my eyes.

All three men looked at each other and Damian still glared at me. "So you caught us, almost killed Dick and Jason, just to let us run?"

Now I was in bad mood, thinking about my beautiful plan that went straight to trash.

"It wasn't supposed tah turn out like that, 'kay?" I screamed, turning around and punching the iron door with the spikes of my gloves, leaving four bumps in it and ignoring the noise as I scratched the iron with them.

"It shouldda been a fun game, I had everythin' planned!" I shook my left arm, letting my crowbar slide out in my hand and starting to play with it while pressing my jaws together.

"It could have been hilarious! But nah, tah mofo Two-Face needed to come along 'n' break Harley's back!" I grabbed my crowbar tighter, turning to the window made of safety glass, hitting it with the crowbar as hard as I could while screaming at it in pure anger. "That stupid lil fucktard will par for this!"

"Two-Face broke Harley Quinn's back? What the hell?" Red Hood obviously couldn't believe what he heard and I was about to bend my crowbar out of shape but tried to control my anger.

"Well, not literally. Sent some henchmen to either kill 'er or capture her. But he is responsible for it. And when I get him...heh." I weirdly stared at the crowbar in my hands, smiling and licking my lips. "I will bath in his blood!"

Caught up in the imagination for another moment, I quickly blinked and ran my hand through my hairs, putting my crowbar back into my sleeve. "Anyways, I'm tryna come up with somethin' that'll heal Harley an' till such time, I needa keep 'er safe. This led to an arrangement with the B-Man. He'll take care o' Harley if I let you guys and the kitty run. Unharmed."

I was just about to open the door but it got slammed in my face as someone opened it, making me almost fall down while I felt an awful pain in my nose. "Nnnngh!" Blood ran down my nostrils and over my lips as I squinted my eyes.

Nightwing gasped and I looked at him before following his look and turning around, stating at some tall guy wearing a brown coat and hiding his face behind a black mask with two white circles on it. "And who the hell is this guy now?" I felt more blood dropping down my lips and licked it off them.

"Click. Flommp." The man made some weird sounds and I just gave him a 'you fuckin' 'kay, bro' look while sucking the blood from my mouth corners in.

"That's Onomatopoeia, he's a serial killer and goes after superheroes without powers. And he doesn't actually talk." Jason explained and I turned from him to Onomatopoeia.

"Is that so?" I moved my hands behind my head, lacing my fingers together and stretching my arms with a sigh of relaxation. "Well, I don't know who toldcha 'bout this hideout and that we got some heroes here. But ya won't get these. So back the fuck off."

Without saying anything, he reached into his coat, pulling out a big-ass hunting knife as long as his forearm. "I see. Well." I twisted my head and relaxed my neck while smiling. "Don't blame if I accidentally rip off yer head."