That feeling inside a motorcycle helmet is the most claustrophobic thing when the visors down. But we finally got them. The Joker and his gang.

"When we get in Robin and I will take the joker directly. Nightwing you're on perimeter duty. Pick off any of his men. Stay high, the warehouse doesnt have any ventilation so you will need to keep to vantage points," Batman utters, his focus ever on the mission

"Sure thing, and after can we go for wings? I hear there's a place that actually named their wing special after me." I say.

"TT, That greasy disgusting slop you call food will lead to an early grave, Grayson" Robin scolds

"Guys we do need to keep this channel clear for something more important than Nightwing's Night wings" Oracle interjets over the intercom.
'But that's what they're called!" I shout before being muted.

We pull up a few blocks away and maneuver through the alleyways and rooftops barely keeping up with the Bat. His hunger and obsession driving us all forwards.

"We need to hurry boys rumor on the street is he's planning something big, bigger than we've ever seen," Oracle reminds us. We all push harder one part of desperation and one part pure adrenaline. We get to an abandoned Lexcorp warehouse, the thing looks dilapidated like a rotting wound. we can almost smell the clowns hyenas from here. Batman and Robin leap through the skylight as I trail behind taking a back way in taking out a few armed thugs without even needing to pull out my sticks. I start searching the upper levels of the warehouse, an employee break room, a whole set of offices, small and shabby I come upon Harley Quinn in one of these offices.

"What's up, Doc?" I say in my best bugs bunny impression.

Harley jumps up grabbing her bag of tricks and her bat, She always did have a thing for melee weapons, a gal after my own heart.

"Hey Night Wig," she says sticking her tongue out at me

I ready myself my sticks up to defend from any attack.

"You do know that your hubby dearest is getting his ass whooped by the dynamic duo right now, right?"

She shrugs, "Are you telling me so i can eat popcorn and laugh hysterically or should I be jealous of Batsy doing my job for me?"

I pause absolutely stunned "so wait, you're not even mad?"

"Why should I be mad about that prick getting what she deserves? I may be a little jealous I'm not getting some jabs in but, I can MAYBE get over it"

I look her up and down, she has just finished crying I see some marks on her not even sure what they could be from, whatever they are I know that she's pissed, and hurt.

"So why are you working with him still?"

She sighs

"I don't even know anymore but why would you care about me working with him?"

Without waiting for an answer she lunges at me, I side step and instead of her crashing she uses a move straight out of capoeira to redirect and sweep my legs landing me on my ass. I recover and deliver a spinning kick from off the floor.

" Because between working for waller and working alongside other heroes and even some villains but still helping people you confuse the hell out of me, you do more good than harm most of the time but the instant he's around you're back to killing people. And for the hundredth time ITS NIGHTWING!"

She shoots a few kicks and punches at me, her speeds not great, but she's committed. I take one of her jabs but before I can follow up she sweeps my legs and pounces on my chest.

"Like those wings I saw on TV?!" She shouts laughing.

I can feel my face growing hot as I just glare into those eyes...

...Those perfect ice blue eyes. What am I thinking? Am I insane? I realize that I must be staring for too long.

She shrugs and growing more frustrated blurts out "at this point I don't know anymore. I've ruined every chance at being a Psychiatrist. I mean.. I coulda been helping Ivy with her plants or help other villains regain some control of their lives but no!"

She pauses before adding, "Who asked you anyway? What you think I'm just some lost little pup that you can take under your wing and fix? Ain't happening Nightwing!"

I let her punch me in the face, she needed that. She freezes looking down at me. I push her off and pin her wrists to the floor, any other time I would have flirted. Not tonight.

"Maybe some of us who want to make the world a better place think that those like us deserve better. I don't care if you want to join me or if you wanna go off get a plastic surgeon to make you look like someone else and do psychiatry under an assumed name or if you meet some guy and have kids. I just think that any life is better than one with him."

She rolls her eyes, "you don't know what you're talking about. I've got nowhere else to go and nobody to help me."

"Maybe not, or maybe all this time you had one more friend than you thought you did"

I reach into a compartment in my suit and pull out a "Detective Richard Grayson" business card and a smoke bomb.

"Give this guy a call if you want to turn over a new leaf, Quinn" I say dropping the smoke bomb vanishing into the cloud of gas and leaving through a window as silently as I can. I catch up with the Dynamic Duo and hear them recap the events leading to the Jokers capture seeing a large gash on Bruce's face.

"Quinn was here. She got away." I say simply. The officers and Batman look at me as I show up behind them. Batman receives a call from the man of steel and leaves without another word to any of us. I ride back to the cave with Robin, all the while cursing Batman for making me babysit.