章 16: The Dark Knight
We quickly crossed the corridor leading to the isolation ward and froze in front of the closed doors. It was quiet behind them, which meant that Mouse hadn't attacked the escaped patients yet. Harley opened the casement slightly and peered into the room. Suddenly, she abruptly opened the doors and walked inside with a quick step with the words, "Now let her go quickly!"
I saw Batman holding Batgirl by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten, lifting her slightly off the ground. After I saw the Dark Knight in his costume, my assistant's words about the style of clothing became clear. The man's outfit consisted of a tight gray suit with black elements that emphasized every muscle, and a thick cloak that turned into a mask with ears. I don't know how protective such clothes are, but in such clothes you can win women's hearts in a striptease.
Pathos and ridiculousness in one bottle, I can't even imagine how such a strange design could be made. Although convenience and mobility in such a dangerous activity is much more important than appearance.
Bats, too, appreciated my clinic patient attire, then shifted his gaze to Harley swinging the bat and said just one word:
"Clayface."
"What you'd expect from the greatest detective ever–"
Damn, I'm glad he came to this island.
"–and you should have let Mousey go, she didn't do anything wrong, she just decided to help."
The man loosened his hand, letting go of Barbara, who was immediately approached by my favorite, whispering something, and he came almost right up to me.
"Why aren't you in the cell?"
"I was released on the second day with a room in the mansion, but now is not the time for that. Ivy needs help now! We wanted to help catch all the crazies, but as soon as that nasty green mist touched her, she lost all her strength and started to feel terrible pain."
"What?!" Harley was distracted from her interrogation of Batgirl. "Ivy got hurt?! Then what's the holdup? What do we do, Mr. J?"
"We need to create an antidote to the toxin Dr. Yang made, so I'm looking for her. She was supposed to be on duty in the experimental ward today."
"Hey, can somebody help us?"voice came from behind a thin wall.
Grim Mouse walked there with a quick step and untied the three men.
"Thank you," thanked the rescued doctor, "I don't know what happened..."
The woman's speech was interrupted by the sharp squeak of speakers under the ceiling, and impersonator's voice rang out.
"Hey, is there a doctor here? Ha-ha-ha. Cause the gauges show that someone took a shot at my guys. Batman, shame on you for ruining the cameras. They're gonna replace them with taxpayer money, ha-ha-ha."
"Damn, was I really that annoying?"
The surprised looks of the rescued crossed my face as I came into their field of vision.
"Huh, don't sweat it, I'm normal, and this whole thing was set up by Clayface."
My explanation didn't do much to reduce the level of wariness.
"Then what's Harley Quinn doing here? I don't see her on any of the patient lists."
"She's here to help. Do you have a problem with that, Dr. Smith?" I was annoyed when I read the name on her nametag, we're saving them, and they're trying to make some kind of claim.
"No, ahem. Mr. Arkham..." the woman faltered.
"All righty. Then we're off to rescue Dr. Yang."
"Wait, what about the others? We heard gunshots, we need to help them," said a man dressed in a corpsman's uniform.
"Oh, my God, I completely forgot. Dr. Kellerman was in the exam room, and Dr. Chen went into surgery."
"I see. We have to save them," the superhero said this phrase and, with a wave of his cape, headed for the exit.
"Wait, what about Dr. Yang?"
"I'll start by saving everyone on this floor."
"Mr. J?" Harley said questioningly, noticing that I was in no hurry to call the elevator that would take us down to the lower level with the experimental chamber.
My thoughts were occupied with Batman's help. He could help with the antidote, and there would be a lot of escaped bandits downstairs, which would be better dealt with in the company of a martial arts master.
"Bats, wait!" I caught up with the hero who had stopped. "Let me and Harley help Dr. Chen, and you and Mouse rescue Dr. Kellerman, and then we'll go straight to Dr. Yang's rescue?"
"I work alone."
The man turned around and continued on his way.
"Yeah, wait a minute! It's foolish to refuse help. Together, we can get this done faster, because every second we're out there, the death toll could rise."
"All right. I'll head to the observation room, but alone," the superhero replied instantly.
"Bats!"
"What else?"
"Lend me a couple of batarangs."
The hero looked at me intently, then pulled out five batarangs from behind his back: one standard, two with some blue diodes, and two with a large thickening in the center.
"The blue ones discharge a discharge that knocks out machinery, but also affects people. Once the center is pressed, they take three seconds to activate. The bat grenades are remotely programmable. I set it for ten seconds."
"Thank you."
I accepted an unexpected gift that I didn't really expect.
With a nod, the Dark Knight swung the doors open and ran out into the hallway, and I turned to the girls. Harley wasn't entirely happy with my decision, but she realized that it would be easier for us to do it together, and Barbara was a little sad that she'd been stood up by her idol again. Maybe I should give the redhead a little something to cheer her up.
"Here you go, Mousey," I handed her four batarangs, keeping one discharge one for myself. "They'll go well with your look."
"Thank you!" the girl suddenly threw herself at my neck, and then bounced, realizing what she had done. A second to realize, and she turned away and quickly followed me out the door.
I looked back, glancing at Harley, who smiled slyly and gave me a thumbs-up, hurrying after the young heroine.
In the hallway, we turned right toward the surgery department and almost immediately came upon a large gift wrapped in purple paper and tied with a green ribbon. A tense Batgirl stood in front of it.
"Is that a bomb?"
"I don't think so. There's no point in setting it up here, but let's get out of the way so we don't get hit by the blast and throw the batarang."
After we executed my "excellent" plan, the gift opened and out popped several snapping dentures.
"Yeah. What a load of crap. I'm kind of disappointed in this Joker impersonation. Ladies, don't slow down, we have to save Dr. Chen," gently nudging the girls in the right direction.
I had to take a few turns with plastic strips hanging from the top. I've never understood what those things are for. As we walked along, it became apparent that this building had clearly been built later, as a real medical unit, not as a dwelling like the main mansion. The walls and floor were plain tile, and there were long fluorescent lights on the ceiling.
After the last turn, we came across a trio of criminal patients standing near the surgery, who were promptly dealt with without any pathos or overpowering. Mouse showed herself quite well, knocking out one of them, but her desire to use grabs can turn into problems with a strong opponent, as someone has already proved by example.
Inside the office was an actual steel box erected where patients had their x-rays taken. A muffled female voice sounded from behind the leaden doors:
"Why are you doing this? I've done everything you asked."
"You think I give a shit?" a gruff male voice interrupted the wailing. "Stop whining and clear your ears. If anyone comes near you without Joker's official permission, I've been ordered to kill you in a second. So shut up!"
We walked around the perimeter of the cube, but there was no viewport, but I noticed that the voices were much clearer on the far wall from the entrance. Pointing upward, I motioned for Barbara to get up, but she ducked as soon as she looked out, signaling for me to move her to the right, which I did. There I was, working the ladder again: a great accomplishment for a future hero's resume.....
The girl climbed up to the roof of the study, but after a couple seconds she came back down.
"There are three armed men, it's impossible to disarm them all together," the heroine whispered. "But I noticed that they are standing against the walls. We could try using bat grenades."
"It's not gonna work. There's lead inside, they're hardly flimsy, and the grenades don't have a directional blast. I'd rather put you and Harley in. You taser one of them and beat up the rest of them."
The girls executed everything perfectly and released the woman.
"Hello, Dr. Chen," I said a polite hello to the rescued woman as I entered the room.
"Bastard, why did you do all this?"
"Dr. Yang?!" I pretended to be surprised because I thought the hostage's voice sounded familiar. "But we were told that Dr. Chen was supposed to be here."
"That's him. He and I switched shifts. Hmm. So it wasn't you who wreaked havoc on the island and sponsored the creation of..." the woman interrupted abruptly.
"Talk to me, Doctor. I know you're behind the creation of Titan and I need your help creating an antidote."
"I'd already started working on it when I realized where this was going... I was sponsored by one Jack White and I was sure it was you... The old one. But I guess I was duped by Clayface."
"We'll deal with this bastard later. Now tell me, what do you need to get on with your work?"
I took the doctor out of the surgery room and led her to the isolation room.
"My notes from the safe in my office and the lab."
"Great, we'll get everything organized..." at the intersection, I spotted Batman with a few employees. "You know what, though, Harley and Batgirl will help you."
"What?" both girls were indignant at the same time.
"Harley, we agreed to help Bats, but why are we all going down together? Besides, you're going to go rescue Ivy. She's lying in the bathroom in the east wing, in front of the library. Mousey, please make sure everything goes well."
"Eh... Okay. Besides, I don't think Batman will agree to work with me, he'll tie me up and leave me in a corner somewhere..."
"Wait a minute!" Dr. Yang was outraged. "How did Harley Quinn get in here in the first place? She's a criminal! I don't even know the other one."
"Doctor," I put my arm around the woman's shoulders, leaning in close to her ear, "you can see that Harley wants to do better, and Mouse is just beginning his career as a hero. Besides, they're the ones who took out those thugs and saved you. Is that any way to treat your saviors?"
"I... I get it."
"That's fine."
In the isolation ward, we split up: the girls and the treatment staff headed for the exit, while Bats and I started down the elevator.
"Why do we have to go downstairs?" I decided to break the silence.
"Quincy Sharp has been captured. I'm following him."
Ah, I remember this man. He's the senior warden in charge of security at the healing center. Some rooms are blocked by energy fields, so it'll take a special key card to disable them and finally get to Clayface. I have a feeling someone else is behind all of this though. It's too massive and complicated for this shit demon who dares to pretend to be the Joker.
No one met us downstairs, and it was strange. The lamps flickered faintly, dispelling the surrounding darkness. This room was much darker than the upper floors of the building, though what wondered if this was a morgue and an experimental ward.... Br-r-r-r-r, the latter sounded especially creepy.
Shadows began to flicker at the edge of my vision, shadows that conjured up Darkness: fuck, I'm already glitching, but I've got the perfect remedy for that.
"Bats, don't be scared. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."
My laughter echoed off the walls, and the shadows retreated.
"Don't do that again," the Dark Knight gave me a reproachful look.
As we rounded the corner, we came across the corpse of a doctor with a look of horror on his face. Here was the missing Dr. Chen, I thought it must be a woman. Here the corridor split in two, but the left side was blocked off by a powerful grate that can only be opened with a remote from the control room in front of us. Except there was a small problem: the nearest path to it was blocked by a steel obstacle, so we'd have to go around it.
While I pondered the vicissitudes of fate and the fact that there are no easy paths in the world, the hero bent over the man, trying to feel for a pulse.
"Gordon?" Batman said in disbelief. "It can't be, you stayed at the gates of the hospital..."
"Hey, Bats, what's wrong with you? That Asian guy sure doesn't look like a police commissioner, he's not even red-headed..."
Suddenly, the hero turned around and slapped me sharply across the face.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha," the laughter made the pain recede. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
"You killed him!"
What?! That's crazy. Hallucinations! It's the Scarecrow's gas!
"Bats, fight, it's all gas," I tried to shout to the Dark Knight's consciousness, but he continued to attack me silently, and quite successfully.
All my attempts to do anything ended before they even began. I once again thanked the system and my memories of the interworld, but it was the only thing that kept me from feeling the pain of the beating: I couldn't call it a fight or a battle. Note for the future, take a couple of lessons from Bats.
Fortunately, everything ends sometime, and my beating ended with a powerful blow to the body, which threw my body to the far wall of the corridor. After that, the hero started looking around, as if he had lost me. After a few seconds of standing still, the man waved his cloak and staggered toward the back of the building, and I decided to lie against the wall to get away from what had happened.
I was right to talk to the superhero and then turn myself in to the police. If I'd delayed it, sooner or later (sooner, most likely), Gotham's protector would have been on my trail. I wouldn't be able to hide from him if I wanted to, and I'd be beaten up and put in Arkham, only I wouldn't have such good conditions, and Harley could get beaten up and put in that place, too. Damn, but how strong is he? He's physically as strong as me, and even stronger than me. Add to that a great knowledge of martial arts, and now I don't stand a chance against him. It's a shame. The real Joker was a worthy competitor to Batman, and not only by making ingenious plans, but he was also not averse to fighting, though he was consistently kicked, but definitely not with a zero score.
"Ow... Ha-ha-ha-ha."
Checks show no fractures, so it's time to get off my ass and go help Bruce. The gas doesn't work on me, and Scarecrow's gonna show up sooner or later, so I should just throw a batarang at him or just stab him. He's just a normal person, the main thing is not to get the nuts from Bats again....
I move quietly through the corridors, enduring the pain. I want to take it away, but my laughter is sure to alert the supervillain; the shadows aren't thickening into Darkness, which means no new gas is coming in.
As I approached the morgue, I heard the sounds of battle. I looked out the observation window, and I saw a real battle: the escaped psychopaths were trying to capture Bats, but he was successfully beating them, trampling them to the floor. At the far wall stood the Scarecrow, in the world Dr. Jonathan Crane. He was a man of medium height, dressed in some tattered rags of dirty yellow color. His face was covered by a tattered cloth, through which protruded the replaceable filters of a gas mask. He sent a new batch of minions into battle, and I noticed that on his right arm was a special injection device, which was four syringes attached to his fingers, with a common transparent reservoir near his wrist, which was filled with some kind of yellow liquid.
The Dark Knight began to tire and miss more and more blows until his attackers still managed to knock him down.
"There you go," s voice full of smugness sounded from the villain's side. "You're in my world now, and these things," the Scarecrow flicked one of the syringes on his fingers. "Send you to nightmare land for a long time. Hmm, I'm even wondering if you'll survive... All previous test subjects have died of terror. Oh, the fear and despair on their faces as they died..."
My exit. I open the door quietly and throw a shocking batarang at the bastard, trying to let my reflexes take over.
With a barely audible rustle, the throwing weapon flew through the air, sticking into the villain's left arm.
"AAH!"
That's him screaming from the pain in his limb.
"Bitch!!!"
A powerful discharge passed through him, which sent him into a blackout.
The criminals were distracted, loosening their grip a bit, and Batman didn't miss his chance, quickly scattering them all before turning his attention to me.
"Hey, big guy, you okay?"
~Knock~
A batarang stabbed next to my head.
"Got it, haven't come to my senses yet... Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha."
I jumped out of the morgue and rushed further down the corridor. It may seem silly to go somewhere without prior reconnaissance, but there should be a ventilation shaft ahead, and therefore a fresh air supply, which should clear Bats's mind.
"Catch up! Ha-ha-ha!"
The ventilation system was clearly working in here. Damn, I sure hope the Scarecrow didn't think of ruining the air in here.
Batman ran out after me and threw another batarang that blocked the door to the next corridor leading to the experimental chamber. Now the man in the bat suit was slowly coming at me. I'm sure if I hadn't been emotionally stabilized, my knees would have been shaking a long time ago.
"There you go, Joe... Jay?" the town defender shook his head. "Scarecrow," he came to his senses instantly.
"Phew, and I thought I was in for another beating session..."
Bruce looked at me carefully and said something I in no way expected to hear from this man who probably even goes to the bathroom in a pathetic manner:
"I'm sorry."
It was also good that the smoothing of the emotional peak was still in effect, so I didn't stiffen with shock.
"Uh, no, that alone is not enough."
"Well, what do you want?" Batman strode forward and pulled his weapon, staring at me. The lenses of his mask hid his eyes, but I was a hundred percent sure he wasn't blinking now.
"You'll train me, Harley and Mousey... Batgirl. I also want some batarangs and a cat hook."
"I can give you batarangs, a cat, and special goggles that see in the dark and in the infrared spectrum. Forget the rest."
Man... That's awesome.
"Okay, you train Batgirl and make me a strong and lightweight cane with a winch mechanism and a harpoon inside."
"Why do you want me to train her so badly?"
"Because she's an idiot. Practically no experience in combat, and yet she wants to be a hero. You know she's not gonna quit, and your training will increase her chances of living longer."
The Dark Knight hesitated, but then agreed with me, saying that the cane would be ready in a week at the earliest, but that I could pick it up only after I left the clinic.
The corridor led us to the right room. We could see through the observation window that our target was being guarded by a trio of fighters, but Bruce didn't even slow down, instantly opening the door and sending three shock batarangs flying. In the center of the room stood an upright couch with a heavyset bald man tied to it, a yellow blur blur beneath him. It was the senior warden.
"Batman, thank God you're here. I don't know how much more I could have taken. Joker? I can't believe this is another one of those delusions."
"That's Jay Arkham, and the Joker is being played by Clayface," Bruce interrupted the man's lamentations and began unbuckling the straps securing him. "Sharp, I need the code to your safe with the master key to disable the energy fields."
"How do I know this isn't another hallucination? I don't want to give these lunatics any more power."
"You'll say on the way out, you've hardly been exposed to the gas for long, so you'll soon start to realize it's real. Let's go."
Bats helped the warden up, and we all went to the exit. The hero had a chance to tie up the bandits and take Crane's weapon, and I got myself a batarang, which was still stuck in the doorjamb.
After taking the elevator upstairs and calming down a bit, Sharp gave us the code to the safe in his office. And that was great news, because we'd be able to check on the girls at the mansion.
"Holy shit..."
I couldn't contain my emotions when I saw what Titan's miasmas had done to the island. The green fog was at ankle level, but now it was at knee level, and the sparse vegetation of the healing center was no longer so sparse and was growing everywhere, growing larger and oozing pus. Yeah, if Ivy saw that, she'd be crazy.
It was easy to follow the route cleared of criminals, so we quickly reached the eastern part of the island. But here our company encountered a serious obstacle in the form of a dozen armed patients, who tried to break into the mansion, but each time met with fierce resistance from the defenders and rolled back. On the stairs lay several dead bodies of bandits with gunshot wounds. The defenders had obviously decided not to deal with the bandits.
"Shall we help?"
I offered and started to walk towards the battle, but I was stopped by Bruce's voice.
"There were snipers in the towers, looking like the escaped patients had made it to the armory," the man stared ahead with his fingers on his temple. "We have to deal with them first."
"Then we'll wait here, you've got a bat claw or whatever that thing is properly called."
The hero silently fired his cat and climbed up to the high ground, from where he silently glided to the nearest tower, where he knocked out the first sniper. If you didn't know where to look, the Dark Knight was almost impossible to see against the night sky, but my eyesight allowed me to do it.
"Come on, we're gonna miss all the fun."
I was the first to start down to the mansion when Bats took out the last sniper.
The attack from the back on the bandits who were not expecting it was perfect, and Bruce and I quickly put them all face down in the ground, even though we had firearms, but we should thank the marksmanship and gadgets of the superhero, with which he first of all incapacitated the armed patients.
"Batman!" the people behind the barricade cheered and let us into the building. A few people immediately went outside to take the weapons from the defeated bandits.
While the Bats were communicating with the defenders, my gaze came across Barbara standing modestly off to the side. The absence of Harley, who is one hundred percent on duty next to Ivy, was understandable to me. Now the question was, why was the redheaded cutie taking her time to show off?
"Did you get the formula for the antidote?" I asked the obvious question as I approached the young heroine.
The girl looked away.
That sucks...
"We had to sneak through the vents due to Poison Ivy blocking the passageways with vines... The Joker. Or rather, Clayface had already gotten to Dr. Yang's safe and booby-trapped it. When she opened the door..."
Mouse's whole body shuddered.
It was probably not an appetizing sight, especially if shrapnel was used. Even though people were tougher in this world, a close blast would still turn soft tissue to mush.
"Eh, I'm not a comforting person, but there was nothing you could do in this situation," I gently put my arms around Barbara, who was in no hurry to pull away. "Are you and Harley okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine..."
Looks like someone's lying. I pull the heroine away from me and notice her trying to adjust the cloak on her left side. I gently remove the interfering fabric, revealing a small bloody cut underneath.
"Mousey, why are you being so baby? What if you bring in dirt?"
"Look at you."
I wasn't in the best shape due to the fight with Batman either, plus my shot leg was making itself felt, but I'm still not a regular person.
The city's protector should have healing gel, and I'll bandage it in case of emergency, but I've taken a first aid course from a blond cutie.
"Are you done being affectionate?" Batman appeared silently behind me. "Where's Dr. Yang and the antidote formula?"
"Dead, Clayface has the formula. Bats, do you have any gel to cover the wound?"
The man looked at the subdued Barbara and then at her cut and pulled several small red-colored band-aids from a compartment on his belt.
"Tighten the edges of the wound and glue. Help the other victims. I'll check the doctor's office. There should be some clues left."
Bruce waved his cloak once more and headed for the west wing.
Even though the girl resisted, I still helped her with her wound, and then the other victims, who began to treat me with less wariness, which couldn't be helped.
When I was done with my business, I decided to get the warden's key card and headed for his room. The young heroine immediately followed me.
"Where are you going?"
"In Sharp's office, he should have a special card in his safe that will allow him to deactivate the clinic's defense systems."
"Isn't it dangerous? Maybe this safe is booby-trapped, too."
"I can handle it, don't worry."
It was clear from the dead woman that these traps were not set by the original Joker. A momentary explosion with no chance of rescue is definitely not in the spirit of the former owner of this body.
After dialing the code, I had to borrow an elastic bandage from the girl, which I used to open the door from a distance. There was no explosion, so I was able to take the card. We returned to the main hall and went in search of the hero. The staff at the treatment center said Batman had made his way towards the library, so I decided to stop by my room and check on the girls. Bruce would pass by on his way back anyway.
The room was a shambles: my assistant hadn't been careful when she'd cleared the debris in front of the door. Harley's muffled voice echoed from the bathroom, trying to cheer her friend up.
"How is she?" I asked, opening the door.
"He's stable, but he's not doing so well," the blonde responded quickly.
"It got better," a faint voice came from the bathroom.
"Mr. J, what's wrong with you?" Harley looked over and noticed my tattered appearance.
"I got in a fight with a guy. He was a powerful man."
I can't tell that it's Bats' work.
"That's a freak, and why didn't he sit in his cell?"
My assistant came up and began to inspect the damage, but I didn't have anything serious except a through wound, besides it was covered with a plaster, so it didn't catch my eye.
"Sunshine, I'm fine, don't worry. The main thing now is to create an antidote, and then beat the shit out of the asshole who set this up."
"But the antidote was stolen..."
"Bats can handle it. At the very least, we'll take it from Clayface."
"Okay..."
Harley sat back down on the chair by the bathtub and looked sadly at the dryad lying in the water.
The Dark Knight appeared in the passageway.
"I need to talk to Poison Ivy."
"She's Pamela Isley now. Speak if you must, but try not to bore her too much." I moved aside to make room.
"Pamela, I need your help finding a hallucinogenic plant to make an antidote. It's called ayahuasca, and I know it's on an island somewhere."
"Harley, go get the, uh. the red flower to the right of the windowsill," the red-haired girl replied quietly.
My assistant quickly rushed to get the right plant.
"That's not it," Bruce pronounced, "the plant looks like a liana."
"Don't teach me," Ivy said with difficulty and reached out her hand, touching the thin stalks around the flower. With each passing second, the small stems began to increase in size until they were about five centimeters thick and two meters long. "That's it. I can't take it anymore."
The girl's hand plunged back into the water.
"That should be enough," the superhero gingerly took the pot with the overgrown plant while I made signs to show him not to dare cut it off near the Ivy.
We stepped out into the hallway, leaving Harley to observe the dryad's condition.
"What's the plan? I take it you've found the formula for the antidote."
"No, but I was able to find the formula for the toxin itself and the location of the secret Titan lab. It's in a greenhouse, but it's hard to get in because the Warden's key card has already been stolen by Clayface."
"Uh, that was me and Mouse," I handed over the card that Bats had placed in a special compartment in my wristband.
"Then we're good. Defend this place, and I'll create an antidote."
The man strode briskly toward the exit.
"Wait, where are you going to find the lab... Wait, you have a secret hideout on the island?!"
"He has a secret hideout on the island."
Barbara's eyes lit up with sparks of interest.
"No," immediately answered Bruce, but I didn't believe it at all.
"Then grab some more shock batarangs, very cool stuff."
Batman abruptly turned around and shoved the throwing projectiles into my hands, then ran off toward the main hall before someone asked for some more gimmicky gadgetry.
The red-haired girl looked with delight at the riches I had gotten, so I had to share and deliver another killing blow.
"You want to hear a cool thing?"
The heroine looked at me suspiciously.
"I've already been enlightened by Harley about what you think is cool..." the girl's cheeks flushed a little.
"Huh, can't argue with that... I just arranged for Bats to train you a little... But if you don't think that's worthy of your attention, I'll try to arrange something else..."
"Are you serious now?" the suspicion in the heroine's eyes was slow to disappear.
"Absolutely."
"Yay!!!"
Barbara was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, but I wasn't ready for such a strong display of joy and grimaced in sharp pain.
"I'm sorry," she quickly pulled away and began examining me for injuries. "Are you in pain?"
"Ha-ha-ha... A bit much, but I still enjoyed it."
"Are your ribs broken? I noticed in the sewers when Harley tried to hug you. Maybe we should get some professional help."
"It's not due to internal damage. It's a peculiarity of the body after swimming in chemical waste. I think the nerve endings are damaged. So if you want to hug me, do it gently."
"And there's nothing you can do about it?"
"Well, you can kiss it. I liked it and it didn't hurt."
I winked at the blushing girl.
"I meant about the pain."
"I'm working on it."
A loud roar erupted from the main hall, making the windows shake.
Without conspiring, we ran in the direction of the noise.
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