Ivy snorted. "Which one?" she murmured to Harley, knowing she wouldn't really get the joke, but trying it anyway. Hatter was nearby, and he cackled, but then again, he did that anyway, so Ivy wasn't sure whether or not he'd heard and understood.
Gilda let herself be led, now clutching the purse over her shoulder against her chest, her two arms folding over it, protectively away from the men leading her. She didn't ask them any questions. They could be leading her to an empty apartment to rape her to death, for all she knew. But she knew they wouldn't, because she knew he was here somewhere, watching out for her. Like he always did.
"Riddle me this," Riddler chimed in, and Ivy scoffed rolling her eyes, "what has ears but no eyes or voice?"
"He's right, she'll be wearing a wire," Ivy surprised herself by agreeing. "We get to it before any of us says anything."
Gilda heard that vaguely as she was led toward them and offered up her pursed, gesturing down to it with her chin. 'In the lining,' she mouthed as a lackey searched through it. She jumped with a little shriek when it was thrown to someone else and promptly blown up, leaving a back scorch on the ground and little of the knock-off handbag. It could leave little doubt that Jim Gordon wasn't listening anymore.
"Baby!" she declared, running to Harvey, kissing one side of his mouth and then the other, and then pressing her lips to what was left of his ruined mouth and kissing his deeply.