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Again without turning around, Batman spoke to Raider. "What did I just say?" He didn't want to waste even a minute or two beating this man up, especially when the Joker could be back any moment, but he would make time for it if he had to.

The Joker took Rosie's outstretched hand, and pulled her up onto his shoulders; he'd move a little faster than he would if he was nearly pulling her arm out. "Hold on!" the clown yelled as he began to head back down the hallway; he had an escape route in his room, but knew that he'd probably have to deal with a Bat-dork first. "Be ready to shoot anything that looks like a Bat!"

Terry, meanwhile, was carefully examining the blank wall that had so interested Raider, running his fingers along the seams and cross-checking the paint and metal against the adjacent wall. It was a door. He was absolutely positive. The metal was of much higher quality, and did not give when he tested his weight against it. Now... Tinkerer had locked most everything down. Had he gotten to this door? Either way, the power for the building was uniformly off. How to get it open...

A moment later, a very small smile flickered across his face. He didn't know it, but it would be the last bit of legitimate enjoyment he would get out of this particular escapade. "Ooookay..." he murmured to himself, "Let's do this." Calmly, he placed two slim, red and black disks on the wall, where they began to glow with a sullen, almost hellish light. Counting down. Terry took a mere three steps backward, and waited.

Surprisingly, when the disks finally went off it was with a slow, steady hum rather than with a 'boom'. For a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then a funny, high, very quiet squeak began to pervade the air. Cracks began to run through the tough metal of the wall... and then, abruptly, it shattered, looking like nothing so much as very thick, opaque glass. As this happened, Terry finally reacted, turning his head very slightly to the side to avoid having bits of metal fly into his face. Finally the door was...

Terry stopped, standing stock still. For a moment, what he was looking at didn't register. Rather, his mind wouldn't let it register. He had only ever seen so much blood in one place when he'd found his dad after... His mind jerked violently away from that particular line of thought, and began taking in the details with a mechanical efficiency. One of the girls was dead, and had been for a while. An hour at least. It was sickeningly obvious, even from many feet away. Her skin was far too white, though spotted liberally with what could only be her own blood, and her formerly dark eyes were open and glassy. She also wasn't... wasn't wearing much, which probably meant... Taking in her face, her short, dark hair, he came to a conclusion: he didn't know her.

The other girl was a different story.

For one thing, she was alive. Her breathing was audibly ragged, though she, too was bleeding from multiple serious lacerations. Knife wounds, maybe. He also did know her. The blonde girl. What had Joker called her? Spoiler? The one who had gotten him out of the clown's hideout after Rosie had knocked him out. The one who had virtually forced him to pass out on her couch, and then tried to make him eggs.

He had, on occasion, seen Wayne go beyond anger. Being Batman necessitated a certain cold, fundamentally intimidating detachment. You had to be able to stare death in the face and make it back down. To be honest, Terry was still working out the specifics of that particular skill. This... going beyond anger, thing, though, was something else. It wasn't detachment. Nor was it unthinking rage. Thought was still there. Ruthlessly calculated un-detachment, maybe. Terry had seen it in the old man, had been indefinably disturbed by it, but had never felt it.

Now he did.

Without his conscious input, his hands clenched into fists shaking with a kind of electrical buzz that seemed to dance over his skin. In that moment, everything seemed beautifully clear.

He was going to kill a clown.

The Joker hadn't reached the end of the hallway before he noticed the Bat. The Bat, looking down the hall to his torture room. The clown stopped and placed a hand in his pocket. Before the Tinkerer came in, he'd done some things to the hideout that seemed like a decent idea at the time, but until now, hadn't really had any merit, except being able to mess with Batgirl and Spoiler without being there. But right now, he thanked whatever powers that be that he'd done one of those things. His hand touched a remote trigger, and pressed one of the buttons.

In the darkness of the torture room, the circular saw that was suspended over Stephanie started up. The momentum of the saw's spinning slowly drew the blade closer to the Spoiler.

Before the Tinkerer came to the Joker's employ, the Clown Prince of Crime had wired the torture room's implements to a different power source. He never got to the lights, as life had generally gotten in the way, but oh, well.

Considering the Bat sufficiantly distracted for a brief moment, he moved quietly, stealthily, behind the little Bat. Determined to make a clean getaway, he managed to keep his mouth shut.

After Harley left the penthouse suite, Yuriko noticed that her phone was buzzing. Slight confusion clouded her features, as the Japanese assassin stared at the unknown number, This can't be a random call, not even the telemarketers know of this one. hmmmmm... Clicking the green receiver button once she unfolded the phone to accept the call, Yuriko inquired, "Hello. Who is this?"

(( Hidden manually-opening hatch; no power neccesary... If the Joker can reach it. Pretty big 'If', at the moment, though ))

They'd been spotted. The Mini-Bat was looking right at the Joker and Rosie. Deciding that stealth was now pretty much out the window, the Joker quipped, "Now, where was the fun in THAT?" As he spoke, the clown pulled out two smoke grenades in one hand, then pulled both pins as soon as he finished speaking, and lobbed them at the floor in front of the Bat. As he continued to head for his personal room, he spat out the pins and added, "Rosie and I are immune to Joker Toxin, Bat-Boy, but Tinkerer and Death Raider aren't! Might want to save them, and yourself while you're at it! HAH!" The clown backed up towards his room, keeping his eyes on the Batman of the future. It's still never really been confirmed to him that it WAS a future Bat, but he was pretty certain in his head.

Hit Girl bit her lip. "I'm on stakeout," she said firmly, "And in the process of staking this place out, I've determined that I'm ******** hilariously outgunned. I think one of the people down there is a mutant," she added in a hiss. How was she supposed to deal with that? What were his powers?