Helena smashed through the glass window Harley through her into and twisted in the air to land on her feet and hands best she could. Tiny shards of glass dug into her palms as she braced herself. She had definitely been thrown through that window with more strength than a normal human had.

Helena didn't waste anytime though and sprung back in attack. Helena was surprised at how well Harleen fought for a psychiatrist, her blows hurt and she landed more than Helena would have imagined. She lost track of how many bruises, lacerations, and bruised ribs she got in the short amount of time they were fighting.

"You might as well just go down, bitch," Helena snarled. "I'm not giving up."