Zatanna couldn't suppress a little giggle as she watched Batman hook up the D Cell and prepare an ascent out of the room. It wasn't like she'd ever drop into one of Joker's hideouts without a bit of forethought; he always was a man who liked his jokes, and they usually were unpleasant. She hadn't counted on the gas though, and whatever it was, it definitely was having an effect on the blonde bombshell currently getting manhandled into an evacuation-ready position by the big hunk of dark-cloaked batcake getting ready to fly. !enog eb saG she muttered, doing everybody a favor and clearing the room of the noxious fumes. Zee noticed that one of his arms appeared oddly disproportionate to the other and correctly assessed he hadn't been nearly as successful as she was at avoiding the little presents Joker left for his guests. Bouncing playfully, one heel crossing against the other and rubbing against her sleek, sheer silk stockings, she sauntered over to Batman and Vicky and made herself a bit more noticeable by way of pressing a warm, inviting palm against the cool leather of his chest armor.
Need a hand, Bats? She leaned in, letting her dark eyes pool and sparkle, making as if to steal a kiss, and then with a sultry wink... She pressed hard and popped his arm back into its socket.