Harlequinade
Sirens blared and red lights flashed everywhere. She looked back over her shoulder at the guards rushing up to her. "Ugh, brilliant." she huffed. She looked at the glass window in front of her, she was on the second story of the banks building. She needed to get out, but the armed guards coming up the stairs made sure she wasn't going out the way she cam. She reached down to her hip and thought, "What goes up, must go down,". She pulled out her pistol and shot the glass out. She ran straight for her new exit and jumped. The fall wasn't high enough to do any damage, but I could hurt your feet after you hit the ground. She had gotten used to it by now, after months of it. She had found a way to avoid the pain by landing swiftly and well cat like. Seeing that it was her dear Auntie Selena Kyle had taught her the move, cat like was the perfect way of putting it.
She ran a few blocks and hid back behind an alley until the guards gave up looking for her. For a girl who makes a living out of standing out, whenever she tries her hardest, she can blend in rather well. She panted and looked down at what she had stolen. A black banded diamond encrusted watch. "All his trouble for a watch!" she huffed. "What does Colly want with this thing anyway?" she asked herself. She pulled at her new phone and scrolled threw the numbers saved into it. Columbine had her steal this a few weeks before. "If I keep making these question less heists for him I might as well change my name to Carpet!" she thought angrily. That was her godmother Ivy's name for her mother. But Juliet was different from her mother. She'd ask Columbine what was going on with the crazy heists when she returned.
"Hey, Lovely, I got that watch you wanted." she said into the phone. "Excellent, a Periot will be there to pick you up any minute now," the voice on the phone told her. She hid the fact that the boys voice made her swoon, she peered down the corner. "No need," she reached for hip, and glared at the guy unlocking a '69 Mustang. A shot echoed on the phone and Juliet said, "I have my own ride." she assured. "Great then, I'll see you in a few. Love you," he said. "Love you too, bye". She hung up the phone. She stared at Columbines caller id photo on her phone. "God I love that boy." she smiled to herself. She placed her phone back into her back pocket and gazed happily at her new ride.
She ran her fingers over the red racing stripes on the hood as she walked over to the drivers side. At 14, she knew it was illegal for her to drive. Did that stop her though?
She flew down the roads, flanked by at least a dozen Periot cars. An unstoppable fact about being in the Harlequinade, is that for every one that you see. There's at least a couple dozen you don't see. The back roads to Harlequinade house were tricky, and they took some time to drive down. Meanwhile, Columbine was watching the secretly watching her and the cars on security cameras. "She's getting good at all this you know. It comes naturally almost." Pant-a-loon said. "I know. And if you had her parents, it would come naturally to you as well." Columbine said he sat back in his chair. "Why do you keep testing her like this?" Pant-a-loon asked. "I mean, she seems t-", "I know what she seems, like. I test her to make sure I'm right." Columbine cut him off. "Right of what exactly?" Pant-a-loon asked. Columbine paused and sighed, "you'll see." he promised.
Right then, the front doors of the mansion bursted open, and the laughter and cheers of victory filled the foyer. The voice that stood out the most to Columbine voice the voice of the one he loved. He walked out onto the foyer and smiled down at Juliet. Out of all the hooting and hollering, she still noticed him and smiled back up at him. She ran up the stairs, quick and nimble, as she always is. She ran and wrapped him in a hug, "I'm ba-ack!" she exclaimed in a sing song voice. She reached down to her pocket, and grabbed something. "With that watch they made such a fuss over." she said. He looked down at her, "Excellent heist my dear," he told her. She blushed "Aw shucks, anything for you babe." she said playfully hitting his shoulder.
He raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous half smile, "Anything?"
He might just have to take him up on that. Juliet, was very important to not only to the Harlequinade, but to him. And she was naturally brilliant at being part of a group of thieves. And who wouldn't be with her background?
Her parents were psychos. And not just regular psychos, they are the psychos. I'm talking the Legends of Gotham City villains.
Harley Quin, and The Joker.