As an old Gothamite and a psychologist skilled with words, Harley was exceptionally good at cursing people out. She knew all kinds of slang and profanity, and she could spew the filthiest, most vicious insults without blushing in the slightest.
Having her home stolen by some inexplicable skeleton had infuriated her. Of course, part of that anger was directed at herself, since she had failed to notice when Alfred's skeleton had reanimated.
But curses aside, she immediately crouched down to examine Jason. After being struck by the skeleton's attack, the old man was in terrible condition.
He had a concussion and subdural hemorrhage, shattered cervical vertebrae and damaged spinal nerves, plus injuries to his internal organs to varying degrees. Blood was pouring from all seven orifices, and there was a lot of it. The last time Harley had seen injuries like these was when someone got hit by a dump truck.
Not long ago, while leading the Monster Squad in hunting down those visitors from another world through Gotham, she had run people over with a bus herself. The results had been pretty good.
But since Little Bee had previously used Leech Serum and the Infinity Formula on Jason, Harley was not too worried about The Man Who Stopped Laughing lying unconscious before her. She knew about those two medicines. Their main purpose was to grant immortality, but because they worked by increasing the vitality of human cells, they also provided some degree of Healing Factor.
All he needed was to be moved onto that filthy bedboard. However, Jason had lost too much blood and struck his head, so he probably would not wake up for quite a while.
"Ugh, what rotten luck." Harley kicked Jason to vent her frustration, then walked over to the window. She threw it open