Barbara held your hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. It was her fault. Here you were, laying in a coma in the hospital.

She couldn't track your coordinates fast enough, she couldn't give Bruce your location before the Joker had already got you. "I'm so sorry..." She whispered, squeezing your hand. She just wanted you to wake up.

Even if you hated her, she'd rather you live to hate her rather than leave her to hate herself. "Please wake up... please... please..." A week, a full week of her practically living at the hospital staring at you. The doctors swore you'd be okay, but she still had her doubts.

This wouldn't have been the first time Joker stole someone from her.