A rock. It was all Barbara had - a tiny piece of rubble. She tossed it toward the pair anyway, trying to get Whesker focused back on her. "I thought you were after me."

Maybe Harley was crazy; maybe death here wasn't permanent. None of that meant that Barbara was going to willingly let the woman sacrifice herself. She was supposed to be the hero, here.

She didn't dare move closer, though, when the man was holding Harley like that.