A/N: My first Batman fic, there may be typos. Hope you enjoy. :)
Harley Quinn lifted her leg and kicked with all her might, her small foot connected with the door. It burst open, one of it's hinges broken clean off. She gave a tiny giggle, and entered the home. Although it was quite dark, she walked easily through the home of Angela Myers. Upon entering the living room she stopped and peered out the floor-to-ceiling window's. Gotham's cold skyscrapers decorated her view, making a emotionless city scape. She touched the glass lightly with her fingers, losing herself in thought for a moment. When a woman's shaky voice disturbed her train of thought.
"Wh-what do you want?" Harley's gaze left the window and was met with a young woman, holding a high heeled shoe.
"I want you, sug." A wide smile broke across her porcelain face, her cerulean eyes narrowing.
"What?" Angela asked, aghast.
Harley used her sofa as a brace, and smoothly flipped over it, then using her coffee table as a stepping-stone she was soon standing mere inches from the trembling brunette.
"Get away from me." She warned, holding the sharp heel of the shoe as her makeshift weapon.
"Don't be silly, sweets. Mista J asked me to pick you up, so ya gotta come with me." Harley was hunched over, ready to pounce.
Angela backed away until they were both standing in her darkened bedroom.
"Come on, Doll-face, I don't got all night." Harley stated in her thick New York accent.
The clown pulled a tiny compressed bottle from her boot, "Open wide." She cackled as she sprayed a mist of chloroform into the woman's face.
Angela dropped abruptly to the floor. Harley hastily lifted her unconscious body. She turned and was about to leave the room when she stopped at the sight of something shiny in Angela's closet. Harley dropped the girl heavily onto the floor and more closely inspected the object through the half-opened door. Pushing it open she blindly moved towards the objects, sticking her hands into the dark she returned from the closet with a glittering jewelry box. Taking a seat on the rumpled covers of Angela's bed, Harley gingerly opened the box. A gasped escaped her lips as she removed a lovely strand of glossy pearls. Instantly jumping from the bed she hurried to a nearby mirror, and by the light of the moon she fastened the pearls around her neck.
"Drop dead gorgeous!" She exclaimed, running her fingers over the silky white orbs.
She glanced back to the limp form of Angela, thinking to herself,
Much to exquisite for that broad.
Smiling at her clownish appearance, she turned back to her assigned task. Mista J had sent her to a condo in downtown Gotham to retrieve the lovely Ms. Myers as she was Robin's new gal and J had a plan to smite the Bat once and for all, and little Angie was to be an essential part of all plans; the bait. It was a simple and rather over-done plan, but it seemed to lure him into bosses clutches each & every time. Harley lifted the woman over one shoulder and began to make her way through the apartment. Suddenly the sound of shattering glass filled the apartment. The huge window's in the living room had been broken, Harley turned towards the sound as small bits of glass fell around her. The sight of a bat with it's wings extended, a terrifying silhouette, swooped towards her. She gasped and made a quick move for the front hallway.
"Not so fast, Harley." Batman stood in the living room, just feet from the shaken clown-girl.
"Whatcha gonna do, Bats?" She asked playfully, edging towards the hallway, Angela still over her shoulder.
"Put her down." He advanced on her slowly, "Come on, Harley don't do this. She's an innocent girl."
"Not to me." She replied, "She's collateral." Harley attempted to run to the door, but was significantly slowed by the unmoving figure she carried.
Batman fired a Bat-Bola towards Harley's feet. It flew through the air and wrapped tightly around her ankles. She tumbled to the floor, Angela followed, flopping onto the carpet near her.
"Ugh!" Harley rolled over and quickly cut the nylon ropes with a pocket knife.
Beside her, Angela had started to come out of her chemical-induced slumber.
"Whatsamatterwitchoo?" She ordered, rising from the floor, her accent thickening in the heat of her anger.
"You're kidnapping a helpless girl. What does the Joker want with her anyway?" He asked, already having an idea, but seeing if she would take the bait.
She did.
"Word on the street is that Ms. Myer is Robin's new sweetheart." Harley replied, "She's leverage." The clown-girl added.
Suddenly Robin ascended from a ledge above the broken window, "Way to blow the plan, Harley." He sneered.
She felt her cheeks flush until they matched that of her crimson suit. She awkwardly adjusted her white, puffed cuffs, and glanced at her captive.
Angela stirred, nearing consciousness.
"Oh darn." She remarked, kneeling and grabbing a cashmere scarf that hung on a hook near her. She swiftly tied the scarf around the girl's wrists.
"I'd love to stay and chat with you boys, but I gotta job to do." She removed a gun loaded with tranquilizers, from a holster on her calf, "And ya gotta do, what ya gotta do, right?" She smiled broadly, whilst shooting two darts. One hit Batman squarely in the neck, while the other clipped Robin's cheek.
Harley gathered up the brunette, and waltzed from the apartment.