Dinah was in agony. Despite her best efforts not to scream, a scream had escaped. The Joker knew how to inflict pain better than anyone she'd come across. He lived for it.
"Fuck you," she spat out in between gasps. Barbara and what he'd done to her was the right choice to push her buttons.
Dinah almost thought that she'd imagined the young woman who walked through the wall and threatened Joker.
Almost.
"Get out," she tried to warn the woman. "You don't know what you're dealing with."