"Nice guns," Victor told Harvey, complete with finger-guns, repaying the compliment from before. Edward concurred, but now was not the time to appreciate that. He was taking care of at least attempting to stop the wound instead. "Pamela, could you...?"

Best bet they had, all things considered. Thinking of Harley, Pamela did crouch down, focusing her powers to try and come up with something that would help stop the blood flow, at least. "If anything can survive in his blood." She was not that confident.

"Delite will be... He'll be fine, Joker, Scarecrow is still Jonathan, he'll take care of him. Let him go." Like he let him go. Here was hoping, anyway. "All right, someone has to stay with the Joker. We have to track down Jonathan, but we can't just let him bleed out."