[Dinah lets herself in, and heads straight for Harley. She kisses her friend on the forehead in greeting before perching on the other end of the sofa, leaning down to stroke Bruce.]

So he's staying in bed? That's good. Sleeping it off and that?

[Dinah hesitates.] Is he okay? Like, not injured or anything? Or you? He didn't hurt you did he? Because I swear to God, Harls, I would rip his throat out if he hurt you.