"Harley!" he screamed.
"She's outside like you told her boss."
He turned to the nameless thug who had spoken and snarled. "If I wanted you to speak I would pay you less." He turned back and then began to stride from the building. If everything went according to plan, and everyone did as they had been told, he had a good five minutes before the explosion to get out and get to his spot to watch the place burn to the ground. But of course, when did anyone listen?
He had just slipped out the back door when it happened. He didn't even hear it before he went completely deaf from the blast, then his face hit the pebbled ground. He cursed, streams of foul words spilled from his bleeding lips. His brute of a henchman hauled him up off the ground and carried him to safety before another explosion happened. Someone was going to pay for this. That though kept looping in his mind. That someone was going to be Harley, even if it wasn't her fault directly, he knew she had some small part in it, she always did.
By the time he walked around the inferno of a building to where he was supposed to be watching he had began to regain some of his hearing. A hand full of other nameless hired hands stood around with their mouths agape, they didn't even notice him walk up until he started screaming at them.
"What…in the blue FUCK, was that?!" he was brushing himself off, "That explosion happened a full three minutes before it was supposed to, I almost died!" He stopped patting dust off his torn purple suit when he noticed something was missing.
"Where is Harley?" He said, more of a command than an inquiry.
The brainless fools looked from him to the building as one of them spoke. "She went in to rescue you boss, she said she was strong enough, for us to wait here."
His eyes went wide as another explosion wracked the warehouse. It took him a small moment to put words together.
"Go GET HER NOW!" he shouted pulling out a revolver and pointing it aimlessly at the small horde of henchmen. Immediately they ran toward the burning building.
He had come close to losing her before but this, this she may not walk away from. All he could do was stand there watching as they ran into the warehouse after his Harlequin, a pang of fear gripped him for the slightest of moments. He was actually afraid to lose her, for whatever that meant. He found himself gripping the guns handle with inhuman strength, watching the front of the blaze for something, anything to emerge.
Finally after what seemed like eternity, one of the henchmen came stumbling out with her flung over his hulking shoulder. She swayed with his gait like a lifeless doll. He held back the urge to run to them, waiting instead for her to be brought to him.
"Lay her down here." He said, keeping his composure. Once she was on the ground he knelt by her side. Her mask and hat had been torn from her face that was now smeared with white make up, blood and ash.
"Harley," he could see her blond hair was red with blood, there was a deep gash across her head, warm sticky fluid seeping out.
"What happened?" He said with a deep growling voice.
"Couple of us, didn't make it, but, I found her, a beam fell on her boss." The dullard who had retrieved her spoke.
He looked back down at her, placing long fingers on her jugular vein, he felt a faint pulse.
"Get the car and I swear on your mother's grave if she dies because of your lack of speed…" He didn't have to finish his sentence before the brute was running as fast as he could to get their getaway car. She needed a doctor, and he would be damned if he was about to lose his most valuable asset. He scooped her limp body into his arms and folded her away into the car before climbing in after her. He watched the building burn for a moment through the car window as they sped away, sick inside because he didn't get to revel in his work like he had planned, pissed at whatever caused the explosion to prematurely detonate, and downright disgusted with the fact that once again he had to patch her up. He watched her head lull around on the seat as the car bounced along, almost hating her.
He reached out an ash smeared hand and touched her dirty bloody face, she was getting cold. As much as having her with him was a constant liability, God help the world if she were to ever die was all he could think.
