Darkwing turned around, recognizing Peter's voice. She glared at him. The Symbiote wanted to just go berserk and kill Peter right there, right now. "We did what we had to..." growled Darkwing. "We?" asked Spider-Man. "It doesn't matter if it's we or just me!" snapped Darkwing, "Do you know how many people he's killed?!?!?!? The worst part is, Batman just kept on letting him live! If we'd let him live, he'd kill more people! And Batman would just keep on letting him get away with it, because of that one damn rule! We did what Batman was too weak to do! We did Gotham a huge favor! And you know what? We should kill more killers and rapists, that way they'll be put in their place!"

"Barbara, that's not how we do things! If we killed criminals, we'd be no better than them!" reasoned Spider-Man. "There is no Barbara Gordon! There is only Darkwing! You're only one bad day away from becoming us..." yelled Darkwing. "I don't want to fight you..." said Spider-Man. "Funny, Dick said that before we left him for dead," bragged Darkwing, "but if you're going to stand in our way, THEN WE'RE GONNA KILL YOU!!!" She roared and charged at him. Spider-Man then jumped up to the nearest wall, sticking to it. "Barbara, listen to me, I can help you!" Spider-Man begged, trying to reach out to her. "TOO LITTLE TOO LATE!" Darkwing angrily yelled, throwing spikes at him. Spidey dodged her attacks and tried reasoning with her, "Barbara, this is the Symbiote! It's corrupting you! You would never do this!"

"So what??!!? The Symbiote gave me something that I could never gain back... to walk again... and I won't give that up!!" yelled Darkwing as she kept throwing more spikes at Spidey. "But I know people with technology that can cure your paralysis," reasoned Spider-Man. "And you still think giving up The Symbiote will help that?!" snapped Darkwing. "The Symbiote will double cross you and kill you!" he reasoned. "LIES! WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" yelled Darkwing. Spider-Man was of course only being a distraction for the big weapon. Commissioner Gordon's car then parked, and Barbara's father came out of the car. "Barbara, stop this right now!" he ordered. At first, Darkwing was confused, hearing her father's voice, but then she glared at Spider-Man, enragedly asking, "You told my father?!?!?!?!?!" Jim was horrifed by the sight before him. "I had no choice," Spider-Man said sadly, "and if you're going to keep on acting like this, Dinah's gonna sing you a lullaby." And out of the car, came a blonde woman wearing a black collar, blue leather jacket, black one-piece suit, fishnet stockings and black high heeled boots. It was Barbara's cohort and Birds of Prey leader, Dinah Lance, AKA The Black Canary! Jim and Spider-Man then covered their ears. She then used her high pitched sonic scream, otherwise known as her signature move, The Canary Cry!

The Canary Cry was so loud, it caused the Symbiote to screech in pain. This made Darkwing grip her head, screaming in pain. She fell to her knees, getting weaker and weaker. Black Canary kept on screaming, until the Symbiote then fell off of Barbara. Her clothes were damaged, and she was barefoot, but she was back to normal. She lay down on the ground, unconscious. Spider-Man then collected the Symbiote into a glass container. Dinah saw this and quit screaming. "Sorry if I gave you boys a headache," said Dinah. "It's okay Miss Lance," said Spider-Man, "you did what you had to, and it really helped. Thanks." She nodded and said, "No problem Spidey." She looked at the bloody corpse that was once Joker, and said, "That Joker? Fucker had it coming. Good riddance." She then spit on the corpse. Jim also spit on the corpse. "Are you done violating the corpse now?" asked Spider-Man. He checked Barbara's pulse and said, "She's steady. I'm going to take her and the Symbiote to SHIELD. We'll give her the medical attention she needs." Dinah nodded and said, "Good luck Spider-Man. If there's one thing she needs right now, it's people who care about her. In fact, I might come with you for moral support." Spidey picked the sleeping Barbara up. "I'll cover for you and Barbara," promised Jim, "even if it costs me my badge."