Enigma coughed on the gas, gasping softly. She raised her face to stare at Joker, a hand reaching for her gun, before she collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, her head hitting the cement, bouncing slightly. The last conscious thought she had was screaming for her father, for Bruce...for anyone, terror rushing through her at the sight of his face, but all she managed was a weak 'Daddy...' before the darkness fully claimed her.