Well Enough...

Batman glared at you when you finished, while everyone else looked dismayed about Grodd's captives. "Then our objective is simple:" Batman said to the others, "we rescue Grodd's slaves from his control."

"But how?" asked Lantern. "If he was powerful before meeting Hades, who knows how much power he amassed since working with him."

"Yeah," Flash added. "What's to stop the big bad ape from barbecuing us, too?" J'onn pressed all of his fingers to both sides of his head. He was reaching out to the girls, attempting what you tried.

An astral form of J'onn entered one of the slaves' minds and looked around. It looked like Gotham City, and there was a scuffle in the middle of the empty street down the way. From both of them grunting, he deduced that it was two women fighting, and as he hovered towards them, he instantly recognized them: Harleen had her hair in a bun and wore her jester's outfit under her doctor's coat, and Harley wore her face paint and jester's hat, but had on a sexy harem girl's outfit from the shoulders down.

Not even any shoes...

"Harley, please," Harleen pleaded. "Grodd is using you. You're not a servant."

"Sorry, doc. I gotta do as Master says. Nuttin' personal." It was then that J'onn stepped in, figuratively and came between both personas.

"No, Harley, he said calmly. "Listen to your self. I can sense how deeply you care for your true 'Master'. Fight for freedom. For Shadow." At that moment, both Harley and Harleen held their heads, respectively groaning softly, 'Puddin'...' and 'My love...' He then petted both of their heads. "I will help you fight Gorilla Grodd's tactics and protect you." They both looked up at him.

"Thanks," they smiled.

In the getaway cabin, Grodd enjoyed having so many women to service him: fanning him, feeding him, massaging his shoulders and feet, while a couple of them hugged his arms. But Harley shook her head, feeling as though she had mild shock therapy... "Harley?" Grodd asked. "Is all well?"

"A-ok, Mr. G." But Grodd seemed suspicious. Instead of calling him Lord or Master, she was more informal... But he was a bit distracted with his good fortune; Harley was back!