"You're a hostage, like Crane. Don't give anything away," Ivy told me. I nodded and pressed the button.
"Mr Dent, Doctor Crane and I are in a difficult position here, over."
"Call me Harvey. If they won't speak to us, can you find out what we can do to make this all go away, over?"
"He wants to know what we want," the Riddler confirmed.
"Can't be money, too many people," Crane pointed out.
"Freedom, it's the easiest way to go," Ivy said.
"Harvey, they want their freedom. They want to be released from Arkham, from all charges held against them, and given their freedom, over."
"You and I both know that's a useless request. We can't allow 300 prisoners onto the streets of Gotham, over."
The Joker returned to the room with a wheelchair.
"Keep 'em talking, Harls. Take it up a notch," he urged.
I pressed again.
"They...they said that if you don't clear the area, withdraw all your people then...then they're going to kill me. Then Crane. Then Gordon. And they're just going to keep going until they run out of hostages, over" I choked.
"Doctor Quinzel, stay with us, over."
I switched the radio off and tossed it back to Crane.
"Let them sit on that," I said.
"Great. Help me get her up, will you?" Ivy asked. Still connected to the IV line, they lifted me onto the wheelchair.
"I don't want this in me," I protested, pulling at the drip.
"Well tough, you need it," said Ivy, taking my hands away. I was currently dressed in an orange jumpsuit, my blood stained clothes lay in a tattered heap on another table.
"Do the rest of the patients think I'm a hostage?"
"Yes. We told them you're the only one to be kept alive in the end. Our insurance," answered Crane. I nodded.
"The money we need is in my office," Crane explained.
"I can't believe, after everything, we were on the same side Crane," I marvelled.
"I played the role well, right? Had to have you hate me. Although, you did break my nose."
"I broke it?!"
"Hahaha, good girl," the Joker laughed as he wheeled me out of the medical ward.
"Bigons be bigons," Crane replied. He took charge of me and I was taken to the front of the first floor, over looking the carpark. The ground was alight with red and blue flashes. They were right, the whole of the GPD had arrived.
"Let's make this look good."
The Riddler opened a window wide and a spotlight was shone upon us. The radio crackled once more.
"Mr Nigma, shall we negotiate, over?" Harvey Dent requested. The Riddler snatched the radio from crane and pointed his gun to the back of my head.
"She's the first to go, Dent. How about a riddle first, hmm?"
"No one needs to get hurt, over."
"If you don't let all these people go free, it will be over...over."
He took his finger off the button.
"Harley, this is the part where I kill you," he said quietly.
"Just slump forward," Crane clarified.
