My hands hurt from the nails as well as the rest of my body, but that wasn't something new to me. What was, indeed, new was the question as to why Black Seven thought it'd help him to slap my girl and even kick her. Not to mention him almost killing her during the periods I came back from the dead and just made me watch. Like, what the fuck, man?

"Hey!" I growled, my inflamed throat from the smoke making me cough as Black Seven looked over to me. "What kind of drugs did you take that make you think you can just hit my girl, huh?" Harley looked at me with tired eyes, blood streaming out of her wounds and her breath slowing down.

Batman's eyes were locked on Black Seven who turned his head over to me and smiled. "Only ganja, care to try some?" He asked but I just ignored his answer because Harley closed her eyes in total exhaustion and of the blood she lost over the past hour. 'Me having the shot with the Dionesium but not able to grab it. Wonderful.'

I hissed at Harley to get her attention as Black Seven turned back to Batman to have some sort of conversation which I didn't care about at the moment. She opened her eyes a tiny little bit but obviously struggled to keep them open. "What is it, Mistah J?" Harley mouthed the words as her eyes closed again, making me sigh with slight uncomfortableness.

My lips were dry and my lungs hurted from the smoke but I somehow managed to speak a view words, even though my mouth felt like bleeding. "Ya think you can grab that shot from my pocket?" I asked, still trying to separate my hands but those nails hurt like hell so I gave up on that again.

Harley mouthed something and remained motionless on her back, one hand on the stab wound on her belly. It was hard to tell if she was conscious or already dying - not that I was worried about her being dead during the next minutes because the Dionesium would bring her back even after after a day. But the thought of her dying right now...it made me nervous.

I pushed my forehead against the roof and pulled my legs under my body to sit up, not without pain because Black Seven stabbed two knifes in the sides of my head and right into my brain - which made it a bit hard for me to think straight or speak. "I'm sorry for letting you down." My eyes moved over to Harley as she whispered those words.

"You didn't let me down, kid." I blinked at the smoke hitting my eyes and coughed again while I tried to stand up - which was a pretty stupid idea because my body wasn't fully recovered and there was less Dionesium in my body, caused by my high blood loss. "You couldn't do a thing, no big deal, you messed worse things up."

Unable to stand up, I wheezed a bit from the low amount of fresh oxygen up here but still stared at Harley, knowing she felt guilty for not being able to help me as Black Seven killed me...a couple of times. But first of all, I needed to get my hands moving - easier said than done, by the way.

"Ah, I love this!"

Black Seven's voice let me look up at him, realizing he stared down at me with his idiotic, green eyes and that retarded grin. "I love winning!" As if he had to control himself not to burst into laughter, his whole body shook while he stepped back and placed both of his hands on the sides of Harley's head. "And I love destroying people's illusions!"

He slowly lifted her up just by her head which made Batman scream at him to stop this madness. Because if Black Seven continued, he'd just rip off Harley's head and that was something not even the Dionesium could fix up. "Isn't it great to lift people to a whole new level?" Black Seven giggled crazily as Harley whimpered and opened her eyes as he pulled her up even further while she gave me the most frightened look in, like, ever.

That was it. I was completely done with this whole shindig, though it was kind of funny at first. Nobody could say I wasn't patient but once in a while, even I had to start cursing the fucking shit out of my mouth. Drop my standards. And cross a line or two.

"First of all, it gives me a fucking headache, when idiots like you come touching my fucking stuff!" I didn't even give a single damn about the pain as I started to pull my hands apart, making the heads of the two big nails rip through my left palm where two holes remained. But the Dionesium in my blood would heal that within the next hour, anyway.

Surprised, Black Seven dropped Harley who immediately fell unconscious as her head hit the concrete. "Idiot's like me?" He chuckled as I stood up, finally feeling strong enough to actually act like myself again. "Your stuff?" The way he spoke told me I hit a weak spot of his. 'Good!'

I used my teeth to pull out the nails from my right hand since the bones and tendons were, like, gone. But that didn't keep me from glaring at Black Seven's ignorant and a little astounded face. "Second, you might feel like you're a fucking genius with all your bullshit plans, but, you little, fucking cunt." I spit out the nails and ran my right hand through my hairs to fix them up with the smoke barely covering my twinkling eyes.

"That ends right now." It's not like I cuss that much but as if anybody cared right now, anyway. Frankly, the only thing I cared about at the moment was getting Black Seven away from Harley. It would've worked for me if he'd let his anger out at Batman and beat him half death, that guy still had enough of the Dionesium in him to even survive the flames that started to eat up the building we were standing on.

Instead of giving me some sort of reaction, Black Seven placed his left foot on Harley's head while he tried to keep his anger under control. "The fuck did you just call me??" His loud voice made my ears hurt but I only had to chuckle at the way he reacted. "You want me to spell that word out for your retarded ears? C. U--"

My sentence was cut short as Black Seven raised his foot to release about thirty nails and small blades, ready to stomp Harley's head to a non-vegetarian version of mashed potatoes. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at me, his voice sounding raspy because of the smoke that became more dense.

My eyes recognized the remote control he used to control Batman's suit and I immediately fixed up a plan in my mind. But to get that little control thing, I needed to get closer to Blacky, something I actually wanted to avoid. "No, I will not shut the fuck up!" Tightening my grip on a switchblade in my pocket, I moved my body from one side to the other, something I occasionally did when bullshit was about to get real.

Pure rage in his green eyes, Black Seven growled as he was just about to smash Harley's skull with his creepy as fuck shoes - if it wasn't for me throwing the switchblade at his knee which didn't only surprise but also angered Black Seven even more as he stumbled, trying to find his balance.

"Du gottverdammter Arschficker!" He shot back a death glare while he pulled out the blade and threw it off the building. "Ich reiß dir die Arme aus!!" Him changing to German - because his foster parents lived in Berlin - told me I really crossed the line. Too far. But that was what I was actually going for.

I was actually glad he didn't take all of my weapons during the periods of me being dead, but sadly, that one knife was basically everything I had to defend myself - not that I needed a gun or a knife to get him to his bony knees. "We'll see about that, you small cat!" Breathing felt harder with every second as the concrete roof was already feeling warm with the flames that burned their way up through the skyscraper. 'Better hurry up!'

Within a second, Black Seven jumped towards me, his black and yellow gloves releasing the spikes I hated so much - but I also kinda wanted them as well, at least the ones that shoot fire out of them.

Laughing at him, I easily moved aside as he wanted to punch my throat with the most evil eyes I've ever seen - besides those of Batman V Superman haters after they found out about the box office five days after its release. And now they're mad because we are just better. Heh. Assholes.

One of the many good things about Dionesium is that it makes one faster and stronger for the first view hours after one recovered from death. Something that surprised even Batman when we had that fight in one of his caves - back then, that fight got kinda outta hand, though. Well, it happens in the best relationships. Only difference, I calmed down afterwards and just wanna kill the people important to Bats again, not him. Gotta admit, I felt pretty down back then.

Anyway, I had to focus on Black Seven now. "What's wrong, son? Is dad too fast?" I chuckled as he tried to kick and hit me a couple of times but missed every single time. "Or are you too slow?" Jumping back from one of his punches again, I kind of frowned as Black Seven started to grin at me through the orange and gray smoke. "No, I'm just gonna get ya cornered, that's all."

I rose an eyebrow and tilted my head in confusion. "Me...what?" As if it was the punchline to a joke, my back suddenly touched something and I turned my head around, only to gulp at the sight of the giant smokestack of the skyscraper. 'Well, shit.' There was only the edge of the roof right next to it so I could decide - burning my back at the heat of the chimney, getting punched to death by Black Seven, or jumping off the skyscraper.

"Checkmate, dad!" My head turned back to Black Seven right before I felt his sharp spikes ripping through the flesh as he punched me in the stomach, followed by a second punch to the left side of my face. "Where's your laughter now?" He asked as he kept punching my face and stomach.

But awkwardly to Black Seven, the more he punched and kicked me the more and the harder I had to laugh. The thing is, I enjoyed pain. Like, I really liked getting hurt. Every single broken bone or stab sent waves of joy through my body which made me laugh so hard I teared up at times, but never from the pain. So one could imagine Black Seven's face as I almost fell down of all my laughter.

At one point, I even stopped hearing a single thing, it was just the smoke and all those painful hits that made blood stream down of various wounds of my body. I did notice a dull voice calling my name, urging me to do something but honestly, I couldn't do much at the moment.

"Joker, fight back, for Gotham's sake!"

Batman yelled which ultimately stopped me from giggling as Black Seven slammed my head against the smokestack over and over again. I knew I was his only chance to get out of this alive but can't I just have fun once in a while? Maybe this was all part of my plan? How would he know?

Nevertheless, my mood was down again and I rolled my eyes while grabbing both of Black Seven's fists as he wanted to punch me again. It was hard for me to see something through the smoke and blood in my eyes, but I could tell from the direction where the voice came from where Batman was.

"Goddamn it, Batsy!" I growled and shook my head to get the blood out of my eyes. "I know what the fuck I am doing, so shut up and lemme do my damn job!" My hands tightened around Black Seven's fists while I headbutted him, right before pushing his face against the hot smokestack which made him scream in pain.

"Fighting me, okay." I spit out some blood and grabbed his hairs to pull his head back. "Killing me once, okay. Even five times, okay." Pushing his face against the same spot again, I moved my body aside as he released the thin blades from his elbows before I slammed him to the ground by pulling his hairs and kicking his back.

"But if you touch my clothes." I picked up a blade that broke off his shoe and walked over to Black Seven who turned his head around to me, revealing the second degree burns all over his forehead, nose and eyes.

"Take control over my henchmen." He growled at me as I kicked him in the face. "Beat up my Harley and try to ruin my game..." I looked over to Batman before I stomped on Black Seven's right hand. "Well, mister." My hand tightened around his throat as I bent down and ran the blade down his burned skin. "Then you get yourself in a whole load a' trouble."