"If this is a joke, I'm not amused!" Harley yelled as Black Seven told her where he's been and why he looked like he was trapped in a firestorm.

Pamela and I stared at each other, not sure as well how to react since we both thought he would take more time to rethink his options. But that he'd run off the same evening?

"Harley, ya listen tah me." Black Seven sat down on a chair across from her bed, looking straight into her eyes. "I promisedcha somethin' and I will keep that promise. You will walk, run 'n' jump lika kangaroo again but 'n the meantime, you need tah be at a save place. Batsy has eight batcaves, he also has connections to 'a GCPD. But more important, he's the only person I trust about this."

"Still worried about him hurting her?" I mocked Pam as I whispered in her hear and smiled as she gave me a deadly glare of anger. "Shut up."

Harley rolled her eyes at his explanation, obviously still not convinced. "Just say ya don't wanna paralyzed woman here."

'Whoa!' Was that a slight hint of depression? My eyes moved to Pamela, then to Black Seven. 'Please, don't say yes to this!'

Instead of answering, Black Seven looked at Poison Ivy and me, telling us with a hand move to leave. "But..." Pamela started but I shushed her. "Just come with me." And before she could say anything, I grabbed her hand before Black Seven got a chance to react.

Even though he seemed very confident about his plan, I had to admit, I didn't think Black Seven - skilled as he might've been - would be able to fix her smashed vertebrae.

But Harley's vertebrae was completely smashed, there was nothing but a bump from the tiny bone splinters as well as her damaged muscle.

"I hope that this guy knows what he does." Poison Ivy looked at the closed door, maybe still dealing with what happened to Harley.

It was hard for me, too. I cared about Harley, it's not like all of this didn't make my mind twist, searching for a possible solution.

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"Harley, this has nothin' tah do with yer current state. Ya just ain't save here and I don't wantcha blood on my hands if I'm off for an hour or two and Two-Face's people come ova." Black Seven explained but I just stared at the floor.

"I will spend mah whole life in a fuckin' wheelchair. Why don'tcha shoot me in tah head already?" I still tried to move my legs, biting my lip and blinking as my eyes started to burn of sadness.

Black Seven crooked his head, smiling in some weird way. "Why are ya grinning like that? You think that's funny?" I asked as his face started to get blurry from the tears in my eyes.

"Hehe, not all my smiles are about happiness." He still didn't stop grinning. "That's how I try to cheer myself up in some difficult situations."

Before the first tear was about to run down my cheek, I quickly rubbed my eyes, feeling like it was annoying to Black Seven - as it always was to Joker.

"Still, you don't needa be upset. Ya will run 'round like yesterday, it just takes a lil while 'cause sadly, I'm no magician. Even though I try." He smiled and I giggled.

"Times gettin' hard but when you've been down as far as ya personally can be, you'll see every success as a huge win fo' yerself. But I can tell ya know it'll get bettah. Everythin' does." He stood up from his chair and sat down right beside me on the bed.

"You just tellin' me what I wanna hear, don't ya?" I looked right through his words, obviously surprising him.

"How didcha know that?" Still smiling, his eyes widened and I rolled my eyes again. "I have a PhD in psychology. And guess where I used tah work."

Black Seven gave me a cheeky look while grinning. "A kindergarten." I gave him an annoyed look. "Nah, Arkham Asylum. Ya knew that, didn't ya?"

He looked at me surprised as he shook his head. "Ya lying. Someone like you handlin' tah psychos? Haha, awesome!"

"Whaddaya mean, 'someone like me'? Say I'm not skilled?" Not that I was getting angry with him. But I hated it when people underestimated me.

"Vhat?" He faked a german accent as he giggled. "Nein, I'd neva think that. I just can't imagine such a pretty face dealing with someone like Killer Croc. Or Scarecrow." He shook in disgust. "Croc though. That guy gives me tah chills."

My eyes widened. "Where do you know them from?" I asked astonished, staring at him and waiting for his answer.

"I...heard of them. Hard to skip the news when you're in Gotham." He shook his head as I was about to ask him if he was honest. "But this ain't important."

My eyelids felt heavy from the dry tears and I was a bit shaking from the uncomfortable feeling I always got when I cried. "Whateva."

But now I had to ask him something that I almost didn't hear. "Ya think mah face is pretty?"

Black Seven giggled and his eyes got some kind of twinkle. "Hehehe, didn't ya wanna hear that?" He answered and I would've been upset but somehow, it was hard to tell if he was just joking or not. Even for me.

"Ha ha." I sarcastically said while looking at the door. "I know I'm pretty, I don't need you tah tell me that."

"Whaddaya mean, me? Sounds like you want to hear it from a certain person, eh?" His eyes stared at me without blinking and suddenly, his face started to get serious for a moment.

"What?" I was confused and as I looked closer, I saw his blue eyes slightly getting a hint of green. And...was he talking to himself? But no matter how careful I listened, I couldn't understand even a word.

"Um. Blacky?" I moved my finger to his eye, still no blinking. I even poked it. Nothing. He just kept mumbling but suddenly, the green color in his eyes disappeared, revealing the blue part and he squinted his eyes, as if he just felt my touch at his eye.

"Ouch!" He rubbed both of his eyes, wincing at the strange feeling. "Whadda hell was that?" Black Seven opened his eyes and the site part of the eye I touched was dark red.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry!" Now I felt bad about doing that. "But I thought somethin' was wrong with ya."

He blinked as a tear from his irritated eye rand down his cheek. "Yah, no problem. This...was new tah me, too." He grinned bright and crooked his head. "But anyways. I have some business to do, I'll be back in a view hours."

Black Seven quickly stroke my head before he stood up and walked out, calling for Poison Ivy to join him at something.

I looked after him before he left the building, wondering if he really thought getting me to Batman was a good idea. And if he really wanted to help me.