"M'k!" She scrambled to her feet and took Joker's hand; dashing toward the back door. "Bye Bye Ivy." She waved.

A Batarang thwanged into the crack of the back door, barring it from being opened. "Give us Ciara and no one gets hurt." Nightwing stated firmly.

"She clearly doesn't want to go with you" Ivy commented, "Perhaps you should just leave her alone"

Logan stepped forward and grabbed Scarecrow by the neck, he got shot a few times by the others because of his sudden movement, but just ignored it, "This is your fault bub. Fix it."

Nightwing moved forward quickly, dodging around the others to approach ciara. The criminals watched him but no one moved in to stop the man.

Joker sighed, "Aww, alright. Game's over, I've had my fun but I know when I'm beat." he took a side step away from Ciara and held his hands in the air, "She's all yours boys." he grinned, "but good luck topping this as the birthday she'll never forget."

Ciara grabbed the door handle and tried with all her might to open it. "nonononononono, escape..." She turned when Joker gave her up, "No! Joker, thou can't. Thou mustn't!" She tucked on his coat. But when Nightwing got closer and moved away from him and closer to the wall, trying to find a way to get around him, to escape. She moved toward the right but dashed toward the left in an attempt to get around him.

Nightwing just rolled his eyes at her attempt and grabbed her, taking the excess fabric of her sleeves and using it to wrap her arms around herself again so that he could hold her steady. "thank you for all your cooperation." he offered the table of villains a smile before heading out the door.

Logan grunted, shaking the last bullet loose from his body as he shot the room a glare and followed Nightwing.

.....
"I get her loot!" Penguin called, and soon they were all bickering over who got to keep Ciara's winnings.

"No! Let go!" She screamed as if her life depended on it but after a few moments of failing to escape Nightwing's grasp she stopped struggling and reduced to trembling and whimpering.

Logan looked at her, "Tell me you can help her"

"If it's the same toxin, then there's a decent chance" Nightwing replied as they headed for the batcave.

"There is a castle on a cloud..." She sang softly as they arrived back at the batcave. When Nightwing finally put her down in the small room with the bed, she quickly attempted to hide herself in the corner, curling up into a small ball. "Tho is a villian, full with lies and tricks... Never a friend, never a care..." She began to mumble

"Gimme a minute with her, would ya?" Logan asked. Nightwing nodded and left the room while Logan knelt a few feet away from Ciara. "Hey Drip"

Ciara stopped her mumbling and turned to him, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't say anything just stared at him.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you" Logan spoke softly, "I won't even go near ya if that's what you want. I just wanna talk." he sat down on the floor, legs crossed as he tried to figure out how to word things. "you see... I've lived a really long time, way longer than anyone ever should. Most people think that the longer you live, the more detached ya get, the wiser you get and all that. Well it's bullshit ciara. the longer you live, the more you got to fear."
"You try not to get attached because you know what it's like to lose somebody you love and yer afraid of it happening again. You don't stay in one place because you know eventually everything falls to pieces and in the end, it'll just be a depressing memory."
He shifted, trying to get comfortable, "thing is, eventually you realize those memories ain't all that bad. Eventually you realize that those memories are all you have to hold onto sometimes, to keep you sane through the years and all you can do is appreciate what you've had and to make the best of what you got now." his gaze had slowly become distant as he spoke, but now he refocused on Ciara.
"Then you let yourself live in the moment. You know how it's gonna end and that it's gonna hurt but if you stop focusing on that... if you focus on the good shit instead of waiting for the end, you realize it's all worth it. You're worth it Drip, I've waited lifetimes just so I can be with you during yours. Just so I can make damn certain that I never let you down. You're my moment Ciara, my here and now and that makes me forever yours."
He reached into his pocket and set a small box in between them, wrapped up in birthday paper. "Happy Birthday Drip."

Ciara fiddled with her hair as he spoke, her eyes zoning out when he paused but always shot right back at him when he started up again.

She gazed down at the little box, then at Logan, then at the box and then at Logan. "Pineapple under the sea..." She said suspiciously, slowly coming out of the corner to approach the pretty wrapped box. She nudged it with her boot and withdrew, thinking it would turn into some kind of bear trap but when it didn't she looked at it curiously, and rather confused...

She tried to pull her arm out of the straight jacket to pick the box and after a moment Logan moved. Perhaps to untie her arms or make himself more comfortable, whatever the reason it was enough to set Ciara into attack mode. She leaped at him, sinking her teeth into his wrist as if her life depended on it.

Logan just sat there, letting her gnaw at his wrist in perfect calm. He has certainly been through worse, this was nothing. With a sigh he gently stroked her hair.

Slowly her jaws unlocked and she withdrew her teeth from his wrist. She looked into his eyes, a trail of blood running down her cheek before and she returned to his wrist and gave it a couple of licks. "No stabby?"

"Not even a little" Logan assured.

Ciara sat back, processing this in her head before rubbing her head against his hand, "Thous blood is very icky indeed."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I've heard that."

"You done in here?" Nightwing questioned as he tapped o the door, "because we should really get this cure in her asap."

"Yeah, it's alright" Logan called back as he slowly got to his feet, "We've got something to make you feel better alright?"

But Ciara had returned to the box on the floor. She had it inbetween her knees and was trying to rip the paper with her teeth. "How dare ye tape mask my present so-" She looked up at Logan when he addressed her, "... Will it hurt?" She asked.

"Uhh, I don't think so. But either way drip, I need you be brave" he offered her his hand, "I'll be with you through the whole thing."

She looked at his hand and then him, "Why does everyone keep trying to give me their hand, When I clearly can't?" She took the present into her teeth and wiggled around the floor till she got up.

Logan helped her up and they headed into the main room. Nightwing was just prepping a needle with the cure, although as soon as Logan saw that he grabbed Ciara and stepped in to block her view, "Are you nuts?!" he snapped back at Nightwing, "but that thing away!"

"Well how the hell are we supposed to give it to her then?" Nightwing demanded.

"You're telling me you got all these fancy-ass toys, and no needle gun?" Logan gave him a look. nightwing just shrugged.

"Hm? Ou ou!" She started, jumping to try and see around Logan, "Est-ce une surprise ? Que cachez-vous ? Je veux voir. Qu'est-ce que c'est ? Qu'est-ce que c'est ? Je veux voir" She asked.

"What?" Logan blinked, "no, stop it." he placed his hands on her shoulders to try and keep her still, "Nightwing put it away!"

"Alright alright" Nightwing hid it behind his back.

Logan turned to let Ciara see him, "Real smooth jackass."

Ciara looked at Logan and the Nightwing, "Not Jackass. Dick! Logan, Dick... Dick, Logan." She said hiding a little behind Logan.

Nightwing looked at Ciara sharply, "What?"

Logan just laughed, "Yep. He's a Dick. that's my girl. Now common, sit over here." he gestured to the comfortable looking batman chair.

"Noooooooo, He's Dick!" She tried to explain before sitting down in the chair and started spinning around, "Dick...dick...dick.." She said each time she spun and saw him.