"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!!!"
Harley threw down the scalpel and screamed in panic, "I'm doomed!! I haven't even written my review!! It's all you two's fault! If you two hadn't held me up, I'd have finished making it up already!!"
"Harley, are you in there? Can I come in? The people downstairs said you were in this room..."
"Oh, wait a second, I'm changing!"
Harley frantically packed away the toolbox, waved vigorously at the two of them, and lowered her voice. "Quick, quick, quick! Hide! If he finds you, you're finished!"
"Bruce Wayne isn't... I mean, isn't he Gotham's famous playboy? Why should we be afraid of him?"
Red Hood kept protesting as Harley shoved him toward the cabinet. Harley pushed him inside in one go, widened her eyes at him, and said, "Are you serious?! He built this asylum with his own hands!"
Red Robin sucked in a breath. With Harley helping him, he squeezed into the cabinet too. Through the crack in its doors, the two of them watched Harley open the door and Bruce Wayne appear outside.
Bruce closed the door behind him as he said, "I should have come earlier, but I went upstairs to the office to pick up a letter. I'll check on your progress and leave. Someone's waiting for me in the office."
Harley immediately relaxed. Since Bruce was in a hurry, he surely would not have time to read her written conclusion. Thankfully, she had only failed to write the review; the practical portion was already finished.
Bruce and Harley walked over to the operating table. Bruce did not change into surgical clothing, but he put on a pair of Gauntlets.
He steadily reached out, pulled apart the