At Wayne Memorial Hospital, 2:13am

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If Savant had been comprehensible enough to protest, he probably would have objected most strenuously to being brought to an ER after his torturous incarceration thanks to Clayface -- and this ER in particular. The downside of being a blackmailer, Huntress knows, is that once word gets out you're bedridden, the line will form to the left to finish the job someone else started.

This means she has to stay at the hospital until he's able to walk out, under Oracle's orders, along with the burly Russian. She'd take shifts but he won't hear of it. She shrugged and went to get coffee, and treated patients and hospital staff alike to her signature glare while she dripped freezing water from her sodden clothes.

So here they all are, some hours later; he's in a private room. And she's pretty sure she's going to need it soon herself -- for an imminent case of pneumonia.

"AAACHOOO!"

Someone pass her the Kleenex.

All good things...

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It's utter chaos when Huntress arrives on the scene in the crowded square, previously busy shoppers screaming and panicking in their desperation to get away. Some have fallen under the feet of others. The police are trying to contain the scene, with little success.

Huntress plows through the madness like a flying wedge on her motorcycle, skidding to a halt near a pile of debris. She stares at the aftermath, confusion writ all over her face. Evergreen pieces and shards of ornament glass crunch under the bike's tires.

"What the hell -- "