The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.
A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.
Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"
Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.
The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.
There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.
Lucy couldn’t help but frown in confusion as they walked through thee abandoned fair grounds. She has never been here before and she isn’t sure as to why the Joker has brought her here. Lucy also doesn’t like that Harley is no where in sight, and she knows that her mother doesn’t allow her to be alone with her father.
The little girl crosses her arms as she tries her best to fight the chills from the cold wind, now she really regrets not bringing her jumper.
When Joker stops to look at her, finally acknowledging, she stops abruptly, because she didn’t want to collied into him. As he mentions that Harley has made a mistake, she raises an eyebrow of concerned. For she cannot remember her momma making a mistake, nor has she had anything to do with angels.
“But daddy, thats not correct.” Lucy shakes her head, trying to defend her mother. “Momma hasn’t made any mistakes, at least this month and she has had nothing to do with any angels. Angels don’t exist.”
what if in tomorrow's backstage video we get a confirmation that bojan thought nace and jan kissed on stage and they all keep making jokes about it in the most deadpan tone (again). what then
[ID: a sequence of three panels focusing on an abandoned cup of tea as drops of blood drip down into it. Harley Quinn's internal narration boxes reads, ‘I was a tomboy growing up. Tackle football with the local boys? You bet. Under a car hood changing a filter? Sure. Dances? No. Pedicures? Pass. Sewing? You have to be kidding.’ The panels expand, revealing Harley hunched over. She's shown in a profile view and from afar, her face hidden by shadow as her blonde hair is in a slightly overgrown pixie cut.
The blood continues to drip as her narration resumes, ‘I remember watching my mother. Sewing. Sitting in this old chair with a pile of clothes my dad or brother needed fixing. A rip, a tear, a patch. Just kept a smile on her face as that pile got higher and higher. I resented her so much. Sewing. I vowed I'd never learn.’ Her hand comes onto panel, revealing she's holding a needle as she yelps, ‘Ow!’ We finally see her bloodied face when she looks up at the suddenly ringing phone, it being revealed that she had to give herself sutures to close a large gash on her forehead. END ID]