The factory occupied a couple of floors of a crumbling warehouse building a few blocks away. Many of the workers were standing outside, too scared to go in but afraid for their livelihoods to leave.
"Nobody panic, Harley's here!" Harley strode into the crowd, immediately she was the centre of attention "Now, lay it on me, what's happening?"
Everyone spoke at once, Harley crouched down with her fingers in her ears "Owwwwee, pipe down will ya, sheesh anyone think ya'd seen a ghost."
Eventually Harley managed to get a handle on what had happened. Through the jumbled tales of ghouls, monsters and other creepy things which had plagued the factory for days but it was the ghosts of workers who had supposedly died in the building many decades ago turning up for work that was the final straw for the current workers.
"Well I ain't afraid of no frigging ghosts!" Harley exclaimed to the cheering crowd, after all she had faced down no end of Gotham villains including the Joker, she had battled against alien entities with Power Girl, she'd even got involved in politics when she'd run for mayor. She'd survived all that and more, this was going to be easy; she could almost taste those cookies. She pushed open the doors to the factory and strode inside. Seconds later she was back out; her back pressed against the door holding it closed. She was as white as a sheet and breathing hard. She gave the onlookers a bright smile. "Emmm, f'got ma mallet. Never go ghost hunting without a mallet!" She strode off, "Just getting my mallet! Not running away." once out of sight she ran screaming for home.
Several minutes later Harley stumbled back round the corner mallet in hand having been dragged back by her gang of Harleys. She walked to the crowd, waving as if nothing had happened. As she approached the crowd began to chant Harley! Harley! Buoyed up by the cheers of the crowd Harley strode through the factory doors again, as the doors closed behind her she stood her ground in the centre of the lobby, her mallet held ready to swing a baseball bat.
"Bring it!" She shouted.
The sound of crashing, banging and fighting sounded through the door, the crowd cheered and looked expectantly at each other. Suddenly the doors burst open and a dishevelled Harley stumbled out. She slammed the doors shut and began to nail boards over the doors.
"Miss Quinn, why don't you call the JLA?" one of the scouts suggested.
Harley flinched at the suggestion but this was more of a case for those caped cuckoos than her. She could feel the eyes of the Girls Scouts as they stared at her, she could see tears welling up in some, hope fading in others. Harley pulled out her phone and people began to perk up. She put it on speaker phone then dialled as the Girl Scouts gathered round her.
"You have got through to the Justice League of America! If you want to report a threat to the world press 1, a threat to democracy press 2, a threat to world peace press 3, a threat to both peace and democracy press 4…"
Harley scratched her head, this wasn't what she'd expected.
"At least it's a toll-free number." She muttered and the menu droned on. There was a tug on her belt, Harley looked down to see one of the Girl Scouts; this one had long blond hair, blue eyes with a red scarf tied round her neck and a strong jawline.
"Miss Quinn, Miss Quinn I have a cousin who does this all the time for a living."
"What, being kept on hold by JLA?"
"No, he catches monsters and ghosts and werewolves and allllll kinds of scary things." The girl waved her arms about to emphasize her point "and he has a van, and a…"
"…for Social Justice Warrior outrage related to Power Girl's boob window press *80085, for…"
Harley hung up.
"Does he have one of these cockamamie phone menu doohickies?"
"Nope. And if you're lucky his friend's dog will answer the phone. He can speak!"
"Who, his friend of the dog?"
"Both." The scout was wide eyed, as if either case was a miracle. Harley smiled as she figured out who the scout was talking about.
"Last name's Jones huh?" Harley rested on the handle of her mallet, the scout nodded eagerly.
"They're hired! Now what was their number again?" Harley tapped her chin in thought.
