Perhaps having made a decision, Batwoman ignored the Joker beside him. He turned and walked toward the wall holding back the seawater, raised the Bat-Tablet in his hand, and showed it to Catwoman inside the cube.
There was no sound. He had no idea what act she was putting on, but he could see her constantly crying and shaking her head, using the sharp nails on her uniform gloves to scratch a shallow word into the inside of her container.
Sorry.
"Oh, don't go soft on her, Batman. I heard that in the distant East, back in ancient times, they'd lock bitches who stole other people's men in cages and drown them, along with their adulterous partners. After meeting Otherworld Deathstroke, I started liking otherworldly cultures too. Well, Harley following him now makes things a little awkward for me, but my situation isn't the same as yours. I dumped her first. You got cuckolded."
Perhaps the Joker had noticed something. He immediately leaned over again, rubbing his hands as he muttered to Batman, his eyes narrowing into slits with his smile.
Batman merely gave him a cold glance, making him immediately cover his own mouth with his fingertips and wiggle his body as he cutely shook his head, signaling that he would not say another word.
At the same time, however, the Joker pulled a large alarm clock from behind his back with his other hand, holding it as though it were a serving tray. He indicated that Batman had thirty seconds left to choose. Once time ran out, both people in the cage would die.
Though some people would probably be delighted by that all-selected outcome.
Batman thought it over. The situation amounted to three people trapped in three relatively independent cages, and he had thirty seconds to save