Barda knew that going back to Apokolips wouldn't end in Scott getting dinner. Or happy welcome. While she'd spent a number of years killing, maiming, and generally destroying the lives of people - that had been in a war. This was wiping a smile from a surprisingly cheerful man. But he had made her life incredibly difficult after his last escape. If she failed to return to Darkseid without the escape artist, her life would be even more difficult. And probably more painful. And while Barda didn't fear pain, she also took no pleasure for it, either.
"The only thing we are handling, Scott Free, is whether you are returning to Apokolips on your own two feet or if I will be forced to carry you back, unconscious or not." She crossed her arms and frowned down at both men, though unfortunately Midnighter was ignored for the most part at this point - at least until he interjected himself back into the conflict. Because it was definitely going to turn into a conflict. "I have orders."
His plan was not a terrible one, as far as plans went. She hadn't sucker punched him into unconsciousness and dragged him back with her yet.