*The italics are what happens while Harley is asleep. She doesn't hear anything*
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I was wheeled quickly back to the medical ward where the Riddler was gathering medicine and other medical supplies into a large bag.
"We need to hurry."
We headed to the lifts, passing the odd triumphant looking patient. When we got there, the Joker was waiting.
"Ready?" he asked, looking at me. I nodded. The lift doors opened and we squeezed inside. Habenera was still playing and the Joker stroked the back of my hair discreetly, though he knew that Ivy and Riddler approved.
The morgue was cold when we entered. Sinner's body had been placed where Ivy had been lying earlier, a white sheet over her cold corpse. Crane stood by her, a smirk on his face.
"Can't say I'm sorry to see her go," he said.
"Let's just get out of here," Riddler persisted, seeming uneasy. The four of them looked at me.
"I know we said we'd wait until you were ready, but -"
"I am ready. Just help me up and get this damn thing out my arm!" I interrupted the Riddler.
"I'll carry her," the Joker said. Ivy pulled the needle from my arm gently and helped me to stand. There was so much blood on the stone floor...mine...Charlie's...Sinner's...
Crane and Riddler shifted one of the metal tables. Underneath was a small trap door.
"It doesn't smell great," Crane warned.
They heaved the metal cover off and a foul stench filled the room.
"Ugh, how long is this tunnel?" Ivy shuddered.
"Long. Unless you'd rather stay behind?" suggested Crane.
Ivy rolled her eyes and slipped into the opening, climbing down the ladder.
"Harley next."
I slowly made my way down into the dark abyss, the wound in my back stinging Crane tossed the bags down and then a flashlight. I turned it on to illuminate the tunnel. Cold, damp, dark...slimey.
The Joker, Crane and Riddler followed soon after and pulled the metal cover back over the hole.
"Well, let's do this," the Riddler grinned. The Joker motioned for me to climb onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and Ivy hoisted me up.
"Okay?" she checked. I nodded to her. I felt drained of all energy. My head was heavy and I could barely keep my eyes open.
"You should sleep, Harls. I got ya," the Joker promised.
"Thank you," I mumbled, feeling myself drift off.
"Tell me you brought food, I'm starving," Ivy complained.
"Here," sighed Crane, passing her a protein bar of sorts. She ate it quickly.
"So if the GPD think Harley is dead, then her appartment is probably safe, right?" Riddler confirmed.
"Gordon knows she's alive," Ivy mumbled.
"What?"
