*A/N: I got the idea for this story from Toccata No. 9, who writes amazing stories, and got me hooked on this pairing. I read her story "In Stitches," and one sentence jumped out at me and cause me to right this with a bit of tweaking. The sentence was "He gets the call from Nashton, turns on his t.v., and sees her surrounded by glass from a second story window." So I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think. And if you love this pairing like I did check out some of Toccata's stories. Thanks!
Glass
The sharp sound of the phone ringing woke him up. With a groan he rolled over on his bed and groped around on his nightstand for it. He quickly answered, just to stop the infernal ringing. "Hello?" He asked harshly, not at all pleased with being woken up.
"Johnny! Johnny, quick turn on the news!" A very excited and somewhat high-pitched feminine voice shrieked. She was speaking so quickly that if he hadn't known her so well he wouldn't have understood a word she had said.
With another groan he lifted himself a bit to get a good look at his alarm clock, 3:17, blinked up at him in bright red numbers. It was way too early to be hearing that voice. "Harley, do you have any idea what time it is?" He ground out. "I'm sure whatever is so important can wait until tomorrow."
He would have continued, but she cut him off with a giggle. "It already is tomorrow silly. Come on, Johnny, turn it on, please. It won't be as much fun later." She pleaded in a whiney voice that would grind on anyone's nerves.
With an exasperated sigh and a quick, "Fine." He flipped on the television. Turning to GCN he hurriedly sat up in bed.
There she was, on the TV. A helicopter spotlight shining down on her, making her look crazier than usual. She was surrounded by glass from the building behind her, which had all of its 50 or so window frames empty. She had an arm around a figure who could easily be identified as Commissioner Gordon and she had a knife pressed to his throat. In her other hand she held a cell phone pressed to her ear. The news anchor was droning on and on about what was going on, but he was hardly paying attention. With a disbelieving moan he put his head in his free hand; the other held the phone to his ear. "Harley, what did you do?"
He could hear her smile through the phone and see it break out across her face on the TV. He watched in slight amusement as she used her hand with phone to wave up at the helicopter's camera. "Just having some fun out on the town. I'll regale you with my tale later; I'm having too much at the moment."
"I'll come get you in four hours." He said tiredly.
"Better make it five, I wanna mess with them a bit more." She said, kissing Gordon on the cheek, before dropping the knife and taking a step back from him.
"See you then." He said, hanging up and shutting off the TV just as the SWAT team started to move towards her. Placing the phone back on the nightstand he laid back down, trying to get some more sleep, before he had to leave to break Harley out of Arkham... again.
*A/N: Let me know what you think, and I love Toccata No.9 for giving me this wonderful idea, please check out some of her awesome stories.