"Who the heck'd be after lil ol` me!"
"Who'd you piss off, Harls?"
A gasp slipped past Harley's lips and she bolted back out into the main club, picking up the discarded knife and bringing it back into Joker's office. Going into the small bathroom, she cleaned it off before moving to sit on his desk, examining the blade and handle for any distinguishing marks. Joker lifted an eyebrow as he watched her carefully running her eyes over every inch of wood and steel.
"No way...why would...hm..."
"What?"
Pressing her thumb down on one particular area on the handle of the knife, and a second blade swung out from it, nearly cutting the palm of her hand as she dropped it. A growl escaped the man sitting in his chair and he moved over, bending down and picking up the dropped weapon.
"Dual-blades...curved handle...interesting."
"Puddin...I have a huge favor to ask of ya."
Turning his eyes to Harley, Joker blinked and laid the knife on his desk before crossing his arms and turning to face her.
"What is this huge favor, then?"
"I...need to get into Belle Reeve. In disguise of course!"
"You wanna go BACK?"
"I need to see if a certain inmate is still there...cause if not...I think I know who attacked me."
Grunting, Joker turned his eyes to the knife laying on his desk, and picked it up. It didn't take him long to figure out how to fold in the blades, and he tucked it into his suit jacket.
"Fine, but I'm going with you."
"But puddin..."
"Stop. There's no way in hell I'm sending you back in there ALONE. That's CRAZY, even for me!"
Giving in, Harley nodded, and the two of them moved upstairs to their apartment, with her again giving in and agreeing to survey the outside of the prison from the road first. The two of them moved outside, and Joker spotted an inconspicuous blue sedan parked across the street. He moved over and tried the handle, laughing when he found the car completely unlocked.
"People just don't learn around here!"
Once Harley was in next to him, he jammed his knife into the ignition and turned it, the old car coming to life. Pulling out onto the street, he pushed the sedan to go as fast as possible, only slowing when they reached the circle of road surrounding Belle Reeve. Pulling a pair of binoculars out of the bag between them, he handed them to Harley, wanting to stay as far away from the prison as possible. Putting them to her face, she scanned the outside wall of the prison, grunting slightly when she saw a certain cell with the back wall missing, and the inmate gone.
"Great."
"Something wrong?"
"He's gone..."
"Who?"
"She's talkin` about Boomerang."
Hearing a voice from his window, Joker pulled his gun and turned, aiming it right between the eyes of the man suddenly standing there, eyes narrow.
"Who the fuck are you, and where'd you come from?"
The man simply chuckled, not seeming phased by having a gun in his face in the least, and removed his hat. When Harley caught sight of who was standing next to their car, she squealed and hopped out, tackling him in a hug.
"Deadshot!"
"Hey crazy."
The sound of shouts and alarms from Belle Reeve caused Joker to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him and growl.
"Harls, we gotta go! Get in the fucking car!"
"What about Deadshot, puddin? Can't just leave him!"
"Ugh fine! Whatever! GET IN."
At the sound of the growl in the man's voice, Harley quickly climbed into the passenger seat, with Deadshot climbing into the back, and the car took off at full-speed. It wasn't long before they were back at Joker's club, and Deadshot found himself being confronted with henchmen and guns as he was led to the office. Once there, he was instructed to sit down, which he did after removing his coat and hat, draping them over the couch next to him. Harley immediately sat next to him with a grin over towards Joker, who was watching their interaction closely.
"You know this guy, Harls?"
"Of course! He was the one who let me escape before the helicopter crashed."
Motioning his henchmen to leave and close the door, Joker moved over and slammed the dual-bladed knife down on the table in front of Deadshot with a growl.
"You know who this thing belongs to?"
Reaching out, he picked up the knife and examined it, pressing the button in the center of the curved handle that extended the blades before looking back up at the clown.
"Yeah. Guy called Boomerang. He was on our team before...how'd you get this?"
"The man who had that knife tried to take out my Queen here with it."
"Damn...he tried to kill you, Harley?"
With a slight nod, Harley scooted over and curled into Joker's side when he sat down next to her, his arm around her shoulders.
"Why would this Boomerang guy be after her?"
"Hell if I know, man. He was cool with her when we all worked together..."
"Speaking of which...how'd you get out Deadshot? I thought you only got 10 years off your sentence..."
Deadshot chuckled and leaned back against the gold-toned couch behind him, folding his hands behind his head.
"With all the commotion, all of us were able to get out and go into hiding."
"The WHOLE SQUAD is out?!"
"Yup, all went into hiding for the time being, but we keep in contact."
Harley grinned and looked up at Joker, but before she could even open her mouth, a firm "NO" was heard from the clown, causing her to pout.
"I aint in the market for any more help, Harls. Besides...you can't expect me to trust someone I just met."
A huff escaped his Queen and she crossed her arms, though didn't move away from his side. Deadshot simply chuckled at their interaction before moving to stand up. Joker's blue eyes watched him carefully, arm subtly tightening on Harley.
"If Boomerang is after her for some reason, don't let your guard down. He might be loud and obnoxious, but he's damn good with his knives."
"Thanks for the warning, now get out."
Picking up his coat and hat, Deadshot left the office and headed for the doors of the club, vanishing out them after shooting a look back to the King and Queen of crime. About an hour later, the two retired to their apartment, and Harley fell asleep almost immediately. Joker, however, spent the majority of the night pacing the living room, before he gathered his guns and moved back into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over, kissing her forehead, careful not to wake her up, before going out and getting into his car. A van of his henchmen followed him, and vanished into the fog covering Gotham. When the sun came up, Harley yawned and stretched, opening her eyes and sitting up when she was alone.
"Puddin? Where are ya?"
When his voice didn't answer her, she got up and wandered around the apartment, looking for any trace of him. She walked into the living area, and saw all the guns visible, she let out a sigh.
"Mistah J! Come on, say somethin!"
About that time, Joker's car pulled in downstairs and the clown got out, heading inside, a makeshift bandage covering his right cheek. Thinking Harley would still be sleeping so early in the morning, he quietly entered the apartment, sat his bag on the table and moved into the bathroom, not noticing that the woman was no longer in bed. He peeled the fabric off his cheek and growled, examining the gash in his skin. The soft sound caught Harley's attention and she followed it, finding him in the bathroom and letting out a gasp when she saw blood running down Joker's face from the cut.
"Mistah J, what happened?!"
Her sudden voice next to him startled him, and his gun was pressed to her forehead in seconds. When he saw who had spoken, he let out a sigh and holstered the weapon again.
"You know not to sneak up on me, baby. I just might shootcha on accident."
Grabbing his arm, Harley moved him to sit on the toilet, turning on the light to get a better look at his face. Shaking her head, she pulled a small first aide kit out of the cabinet and went about cleaning and dressing the cut correctly.
"You went after Boomerang...didn't ya."
"Maybe. I may also be looking for about a dozen new henchmen..."
"Wha...he took out TWELVE of our guys?"
"It wasn't just him. He has a whole team of people working with him."
Finishing with his cut, Harley kissed the bandage and put the first aide kit away, leading Joker back out into the apartment and sitting down on the bed, him sitting next to her.
"I'm tellin` ya puddin`, the squad can help. They fought alongside that guy, and know his tricks!"
"You trust these people, Harls?"
"I do, yeah."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Joker sighed and closed his eyes for a few seconds before looking over at Harley again.
"Fine. Give me names, and I'll send my guys to find em."
Within the hour, four vans set out to find the four remaining members of the squad, the King and Queen of crime watching them go their different ways.
"You better not be wrong about these guys, Harley..."
"I'm not. I know it."
AN: BOOM! Chapter 3! I hope you guys are enjoying, and if the reviews are any indication, I'd say you are! Why is Boomerang trying to off Harley?! Will the Squad step up and help her and Joker take him down? Keep reading to find out!