Max stood in the middle of the street. She was dressed as a near match to Harley Quinn. The government had only agreed to her plan in desperation; they didn't expect her live. It was strangely silent in this part of the city, and suddenly a loud grumble filled the air. From around the corner came the famous purple Lamborghini, complete with the driver himself. The government knew better than to bug her or even watch, so Max was on her own.
Joker stepped out, followed by two of his jumbo sized guards.
"Is this supposed to convince me?" He laughed his signature laugh. "Why are you here?" He asked his tone now serious.
"I know how to get your Harley back." The slap came out of nowhere, but Max didn't even flinch.
"I don't need her," he failed to deny the truth. "I just want my partner back."
"You can slap me again or even worse," she sighed, ignoring the red mark and burning on her cheek. "It won't change the fact that you want her."
He stepped forward again, but this time she was ready. Before the pale hand collided into her face, she shot hers out and caught it. Instantly, he jerked his arm back, a smile faint on his face. His two followers had drawn guns and pointed it directly at her head.
"C'mon little girl," Joker grinned. "You get three days for my Harley to return." The or else wasn't needed to remind her of the price of failure.
They climbed into the car, Joker and one giant up front, and Max and the other in the back. He had his gun pointed at her casually.
"Hood," Joker groaned. "We can't have little sweet cheeks knowing where home is." The huge man next to her pulled a black mask over her, and it had a slight mixed smell of faint chloroform. Only enough to give her a headache not lose consciousness. Still, she found herself drifting asleep.
