Mr. J helped Harley escape Amanda's team. But on the team Harley had a place, she belonged. She only started realizing this after they stopped the Enchantress. Though, now she is back with Mr. J, Harley is now the inside man - woman - so Flag can take down the Empire of the Clown.
Don't get her wrong, Harley was happy to be free of Waller up her ass, free of having to do Flag's drills, and free of that horrible cell. Only she wasn't really free. Now, with Mr. J, she couldn't leave their penthouse. She cried of a night when she was alone. Her first day back, Harley found the baby clothes, Anna and Otto - she clenched her belly tightly, her babies would never see the light, she lost them so long ago.
Tonight. It would be tonight. She couldn't put it off any longer. Harley threw on a brunette wig that was long with layered curls, she also wore black leggings, a red lace tank top, black rider boots, and a black hoodie. She walked the alley behind the restaurant that he frequented.
"Hello, Mr. Griggs..." she purred just before kicking her leg directly towards his head.
The man grunted and ducked, unsure of who he was fighting off. She certainly held the Harley Quinn attitude, but her face was clear of tattoos, and her hair was long, chocolate brown, and beautiful - not the multi-colored nightmare he was used to seeing.
"You're gonna gimme that phone of yours, and you're gonna leave, pretending as though this never happened, am I clear?" She crouched close to his face, slamming his head into the wall with one hand, while holding the other out for his phone.
He nodded, and, not so gracefully, fell face first onto the asphalt while trying to find his phone. After he handed it to her, he ran in the other direction.
Harley giggled at his fear and searched for the name that she knew could save her ass.
After so long of dial tone, a scratchy, sleep ridden voice answered, "Hello?"
"Flag?" she felt safety wash over her at the sound of his voice.
"Harley? Where the hell are you, we been looking for you for weeks!" He was angry with her, and she understood why, she knew she should have never left.
"I'm sorry. I called because I wanna stop him. Mr. J don't let me do nothin', keeps me locked up all the time, treats me like I'm some damned child! Well, I ain't! An' I don't wanna be treated like one either! I'm damn good at what I do if I do say so myself, but I ain't takin' nobody's shit no more. So, whaddya say to me helpin' take down the clown... from the inside?"
This is a short chapter, but only because I want input. I want to know if anyone thinks it's worth continuing. If I don't get any reviews, I'll delete it, if I get reviews, I'll continue.