This wasn't the first time Dinah had woken up to a madman leering down at her. Not that it made her any less angry that she'd let herself get in this position. Her neck hurt and she felt the sticky liquid right where he would have cut her.
She suspected that he would have disabled her scream, but all the same she opened up her mouth and gave it the best try she could do. All that came out was a strained normal scream. She could just hope that it wasn't heard from the street, because she didn't want civilians getting in the Joker's way.
"I don't need Batman to beat you up for me. Just wait til I get out and I'll handle it myself," she said.
Even when she was beaten and tied, she still had some spunk in her. Dinah wasn't the damsel in distress type. Never had been, and if she had her way, she never would be. She just had to find a way out of this.