Nicola indicates the suite down the hall, the Harlequin bristles at the feeling of being dismissed, but she closes her eyes and forces that mask back into the closet. "I don't know how to be anybody else..." She mutters to herselves as she phones open her room and disappears inside. She looks to her oversized gym bag, maybe she'd draw herself a bath to ease her bruising, if the tub had a good stopper and she made sure to neutralize the mixture after she was done, there shouldn't be any problems for the hotel.
She pulled the hard-case of her chemical stores out of the gym bag. She had grown accustomed to never leaving "home" without them, so she had them on hand or nearby when the old man was struck by one of his "fits of inspiration" and demanded that she magically produce what he needed for whatever gas bomb was going off in his head. She smiled to herselves as she remembered the perplexed frown the old fool always gave her once she had figured out her rapid recovery mixture. Once she had perfected it, this had been her secret salvation, and the reason that she was always ready for both the hard-hitting drills of that league instructor who was "testing her" on staves, chains, whips, fighting batons, and the uses of ribbons, as well as the nightly father-daughter-bonding heist spree, that summer when she was 15. She had taken a lot of baths that summer... A LOT of baths. The old man thought she didn't pay attention to his twisted chemistry tutorials, or the plant lady's lessons... she DID pay attention, she just used the knowledge for what she thought was useful instead of things like taking over Gotham. Crazy people got too focused on whatever little voices they heard in their heads...luckily she didn't have that problem because she wasn't crazy.
She carefully selected several vials and then began to run the water in the tub. She consistently monitored the PH balance and the temperature as it filled with tools from the case. Trial and error with this little project had taught her repeatedly, very painfully, that conditions had to be EXACTLY right, or she'd overdo it, and might even cause her heart to explode...the Baby Doll peeked out to laugh at the memory of the old man having one heck of a time keeping his face hidden from the ER doctor as he tried to explain why her heartbeat was, in fact so rapid, that it should have been at fatal levels already, but the Doll was ruthlessly suppressed by the Lady in an instant. The Lady began to do the calculations in her head to adjust her dosages based on the readings, meanwhile the Harlequin sighed in relief as she didn't have to do the critical part by herself anymore, the arrival of the Lady had made this process much easier and safer.
After pouring out vials carefully into the hot water, she went to strip off her line-cook's clothes, fold them and position them neatly in the back of the gym bag. Then she peeled open the wrapper on a disposable injector pen and shoved it into the meatiest part of her backside as she perched on the rim of the tub, to start things going. She lowered herself into the clear liquid laying fully flat and straight in the suite's tub with only her nostrils breaking the surface of the water, like she'd seen in that movie. As her heart-rate began to ramp up she closed her eyes, a thin hard layer of a wax-like substance began to form on the surface of the water, then...all was blackness