I would just remind you before you start this chapter that this story is M rated. Very M rated. As you are about to discover if you read on, sex and bloody violence are going to be all over this fic like flies on dog shit. Don't say you haven't been warned.
Clearly I don't own either Harry Potter or DC comics as I'm writing this in cold, rainy England and not sat on my own private beach in Thailand.
Dylan the Rabbit. xx
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Alice and the Human Sacrifice.
Chapter 2. Mirror, Mirror.
Royal Yacht Britannia, Pier Ten Uptown Dock, Gotham City. 7th July 1999. 6.30 p.m.
Meeting back in Alice's stateroom aboard the Royal Yacht the five witches slumped into the various comfy chairs and sofas dotted around the room and each gave a long sigh. As days went it had not been one of the most productive they had ever enjoyed. They had decided that morning to split up into two groups so as to cover more ground. Well that's how Hermione had sold it to Alice anyway. In reality she just didn't want to have to deal with the fallout if her mentally unstable boss turned up at the the police building and was given the run around that she fully expected to get, thus causing Alice to have a meltdown. Those always got a lot messier than she was comfortable with. So the plan was that Pamela, or Ivy as they had discovered that she was referred to locally, would take Alice and Hestia to Albus' hotel for a scout around while she and Emmeline visited the City Hall and it's on site Police Department.
Alice had glamoured Ivy to look slightly ... different to how she normally appeared so that there wouldn't be any problems should they run into any law enforcement officers or people that knew her as Poison Ivy. Which was everyone in Gotham apparently. The look that Alice decided to go with, while unknown to the citizens of their current location, was extremely (intimately) well known to her and had caused her to spend a good ten minutes chasing the woman who now looked like a taller version of Harriet Potter around the yacht. Ivy managed to avoid the clutches of the lecherous Black Queen for long enough to convince her that they really should get going if they wanted to interview the hotel staff today. The insane young woman was still pouting when they had pulled up to the Excelsior Grand Hotel on Park Street half an hour later to be told politely but firmly by the manager that not only had a missing persons report not been filed but that he had never even heard of a Mister Dumbledore.
Of course he was lying through his suspiciously perfect, straight, white teeth. Alice was rather an expert on the art of lying, being an exceptional practitioner of it herself. Deciding to 'get low' in order to find out what she needed Alice left Ivy arguing with the manager, sidled off into the Staff Only part of the hotel and had quickly found a couple of Cuban maids who had been on cleaning duty for the rooms for the past few weeks. Once she had them nice and relaxed, giggling at her irreverent humour and sexually charged stories and jokes the two girls were ready to share just about everything they had with the foxy little black haired British woman. Including the fact that the police had in fact been called and a missing persons report filed by the hotel manager as well as some of the more intimate parts of their bodies. It had rapidly turned into a rather fun afternoon for Alice and her dusky playmates and she had returned to Hestia and Ivy three hours later tired but extremely happy with a photocopy of the register for the day old Dumbles had checked in.
Unfortunately Hermione and Emmeline had run into the brick wall of denial at Gotham City's Police Plaza, having been given an extended run around in several depatments before finally ending up in the office of Commissioner Gordon. Here the observant and talented Miss Granger watched stony faced as he straight out lied to them about the disappearance of her old headmaster. It wasn't exactly unexpected thanks to Ivy's description of the corruption that riddled this particular little mouldy slice of the United States but it still disappointed her. Despite her working for a somewhat despotic magical monarch, Hermione still believed in the absolute necessity of public servants doing the best job that they possibly could to help and protect the people and the attitude of Gotham's finest had really got her dander up.
"So everyone that we've asked so far has lied to us."
There was much serious nodding of heads from the British witches at this which caused Ivy to give them a long and slightly pitying look.
"Well duh. Welcome to Gotham City."
"Perhaps it's time to stop asking nicely." Alice grinned happily at the thought. "Or at all."
It seemed that even Hermione had had enough of being given the run around as it was she that turned to their American liason and asked.
"So Ivy, know anyone who can get us in to the Police headquarters without setting off all the alarms and giving Alice a reason to make a big mess?"
"She needs a reason?"
"Not usually no, but we do try and at least keep the temptation to a minimum."
"Hmmm, yes, well as for your ... shall we call it a security issue ... I do happen to know someone that may be able to help out with that. She won't be cheap though."
"Definitely not a problem. Would she prefer gold or diamonds do you think?"
The red headed witch/supervillain blinked in surprise. Not that she should have been, thinking about it. Alice was the Head of one of the founding thirteen families of the place where Merlin himself had been born and practised what was considered to be the most innovative and powerful magic ever known in the magical world. Of course she would have access to wealth of quite staggering amounts. Plus she obviously had no problems with theft so who knows how much she had personally added to that herself. Selina was going to love her newest, well heeled client.
Office of the District Attorney, Gotham City. 7th July 1999. 11.00 a.m
The ofice hadn't changed much since the time before Harvey Dent's brush with the Joker and his subsequent corrosive waste semi facial, certainly not as much as it's occupant had at any rate. Jim Gordon still remembered the ideallistic, if slightly naive, young man that he had been and this harsh and unyielding monster that he had become was an appalling parody of his former self. This being Gotham, of course, there were many people of dubious repute who would seek to capitalise on this change in the man and it wasn't long before they had gotten their hooks into the once incorruptable District Attorney. Harvey Dent was now somebody's bitch. It didn't matter whose, these assholes were all alike, and in order to remain in his job and do the best he could for his home town's law abiding citizens Jim had to make the occasional compromise with the man who was effectively his boss. The reason for his visit today would be one of those compromises that he had been forced to make.
"I hear you had a visitor from the old country this morning Commissioner."
Commissioner Gordon wasn't surprised that the information had got back here, only that it had taken this long for him to be summoned.
"Yes, a certain Ms Lovegood, a very capable and well connected young woman who is looking for her friend's elderly relative who has gone missing, a Mister ... Dumbledore I understand."
"The same Mister Dumbledore whose missing person's report I asked you to classify and then inform me if anyone asked about him?"
"The very same."
"You told them that you hadn't even heard of him of course."
"Of course."
"And were they convinced?"
"Not really, no. The one who seemed to be in charge told me that I may wish to take a very long vacation somewhere remote when her boss found out that I had being lying to them and why."
"She threatened you?"
"To be honest with you Harvey it felt more like a warning. The young lady said it with a great deal of pity in her voice and as much as I value and want to keep our 'special relationship' intact if I ever do meet this boss of hers I don't think I'm going to be keeping any secrets for very long." He back-tracked a bit at Dent's angrily flashing eyes. "However much I may want to keep them."
Harvey nodded at his Police Commissioner and sent him from his office with a condescending wave of his hand. As much as he hated to admit it Gordon did have a point. If this rich and well connected person behind the unflappable Ms Lovegood was as dangerous as they both suspected then this could mean trouble for his employer. Trouble that Harvey would be expected to deal with personally. Well that was alright, he hadn't let his Two-Face side out to play much recently and it might be nice to indulge in some good old fashioned gangster behaviour (blackmail, persuasion and if all else failed, homicide) with this up-start from the Colonial homeland. His employer might even be more grateful than usual.
Apartment 4c, 410 West 12th Street, The Bowery, Gotham City. 7th July 1999. 11.30 p.m.
Selina Kyle was busy preparing herself and her gear for her latest job for what was a new and hopefully extremely lucrative prospective client that Poison Ivy of all people had brought her. If the red headed mistress of all things plant-life was to be believed, and that was certainly up for debate, then she could not afford to fuck this up, so preparation was the key here. It was not going as well as she hoped, however, and Harley popping up and getting in her way every thirty seconds wasn't exactly making things go any quicker.
"Pleaase Kitty cat I haven't been out of this place in months and it's drivin' me fuckin' ... "
She was going to say nuts but the word seemed a bit redundant.
"Harls this is an operation for a new client requiring discretion and stealth neither of which you are exactly famous for being over endowed with my darling, so no. Not this time I'm afraid."
But Harley was not taking no for an answer.
She had been cooped up in this fuckin' apartment for far too long and she needed to do something, anything, that would get her out of this place. This included planting one her patented clown-face personnel trackers on the now lycra clad cat burglar under the pretence of copping a quick feel. The fact that she got to give that fine, firm ass a good ol' fashioned squeeze was just a little added bonus for her. She tried to contain her small squeaks of excitement and snuck off to her room to don her much loved harlequin suit and mask in preparation for tailing her room-mate. Wherever it was that Sel' was headed off to it was bound to be more excitin' than sittin' here on her own in the dark flickin' herself off again.
Fuck that.
Harley waited for ten minutes after she heard the front door click before taking off after the cat woman, sticking to the shadows and checking the direction finder on her comically over sized watch every now and again. Soon enough she found herself crouched behind a dumpster and watching in disbelief as her erstwhile friend met up with a group of three women in an alley down the side of Police Plaza, one of whom had a head of very familiar red hair indeed. What the ever lovin' fuck was Ivy doin' back here and more to the point why hadn't she looked up her old fuck buddy as soon as she got back. When Harley caught the flash of a pale, delicate face under the hood of a black cloak she stopped wondering about that. Hubba fuckin' hubba. Yeah she'd have passed herself up for that cute piece of candy too.
She got even more excited when the cloak billowed as the group headed through a side door and into the Cop-shop and she saw the dress beneath it. Red and blue and chequered in an almost exact mirror of her own outfit. Who the fuck was this girl? Why was she here with Ivy? A nasty, sharp little pang of jealous rage flooded through her at the unwelcome thought that Ivy got to make whoopie with this chick who was clearly destined for her and her alone. Shaking her head to clear it of distractions Harley bounded silently across the street and followed the quartet of hot girls through the previously locked and alarmed door and into the last place she that she should have wanted to go. Police Headquarters. Whose fuckin' stupid idea was this anyway. Oh that's right. Hers.
Alice was aware that they were being followed from pretty much the first moment that they had stepped into the impressive but run-down building but since their shadow seemed more intent on watching them than hindering their progress she had decided to let it play out. Passive leglimancy was a relatively new skill for her, something that her mother had badgering her to learn for ages, but even with her lack of experience she could feel the ... interest ... pouring off of her stalker. Which was nice. It took until the third file room before her, up until now, impressive (for her) self control broke and she turned to confront the little minx.
One of the bells on her three pronged jester hat knocked against the desk and Harley froze and held her breath. She was about to start breathing again when she felt a gentle tugging sensation coming the vertical prong of her hat and she was pulled above the desk to come face to face with the girl in the cloak. She had thought that the girl looked good from a distance but up close she was almost impossibly beautiful with long, gleaming raven locks framing a delicate, pale, perfect, heart shaped face and as for those eyes. Oh my fuckin' Gawd. Elbow resting on the desk top, chin supported in the hand that wasn't holding her hat, head cocked to one side the gorgeous girl grinned at her in a rather predatory manner before speaking in a very sexy, husky and ... odd voice.
"Hewo Wabbit."
Staring into a pair of the most memerisingly insane eyes that she had ever seen (including in the mirror) the blonde lunatic shivered and for the first time since she had met the Joker, Harley Quinn was truly frightened. This girl was, okay incredibly hot and sexy, but also projecting an air of absolute darkness and horror that filled her with a bladder emptying sense of terror. In a city full of big bad villains and heroes this black haired, black hearted vision of loveliness was absolutely the most scary thing on it's filthy, crime ridden streets and Harley was determined to make herself an indispensible asset to her. In whatever capacity she would have her.
"Love the suit sweetie, where did you get it?"
"I made it myself" Her voice sounded small and strange in her own ears.
"Well aren't you a clever little thing."
Seeing the wonder in those fascinating and hypnotic mis-matched eyes, Harley was suddenly inordinately proud of herself for some reason and felt the completely unbidden and unexpected rush of blood to her cheeks. And other areas of course. Ivy noticed it too and was equally as amazed to see her strange friend and some time lover blush at so simple a compliment. Harley never blushed. Like ever. The red head had done some truly toe curling things to that girl in the course of their naughty, adrenaline fuelled sex romps and not so much as a tinge of pink had dusted her cheeks. Well not on the cheeks on her face anyway so this was a new and surprising development. Neither her surprise nor Harley's blushes were lessened as the flirtatious banter flew between the two lunatics.
"So do you know anywhere we can go and have some fun Sweetpants?"
"Well that all depends on what kind of fun you're after Doll."
"What have you got Fluffle bunny?"
"Oh wouldn't you like to ... "
"Yes, yes we all get the point, you want to fuck her, she wants to fuck you, trust me we all get it. Now can we please just pick up what we came here for and get the fuck out of here before we all end up in jail." Hermione was not nearly as patient as the gob-smacked Ivy or the highly amused Selina.
"But Mia we're already ... in ... jail." She tailed off as she saw the brunette's eye begin to twitch.
Not wanting to push her brunette friend any further towards the limits of her patience tonight, Alice decided to hurry things along somewhat and whipped out the elder wand to accio the missing persons report on her wayward ambassador. This resulted in a great deal of rattling and banging from an office at the end of the hall which Hermione helped out with by pulling her own wand and casting a couple of well placed alohomoras, unlocked the wildly bucking file cabinet and the outer door. Alice grinned at the reactions of her companions as the manilla folder that she was looking for hit her outstretched hand.
Ivy shook her head in exasperation at the completely un-necessary display of magic as this was why they had brought Selina with them after all. The Catwoman herself was suddenly much less bored than she had been having felt herself get all excited and twitchy at the bright flashing lights coming from those little sticks in the hands of her employers and just managed to stop herself chasing around after them. Which just left Harley. The masked and harlequin suited girl was in absolute raptures over how these two rather beautiful young women were able to move things around with a simple wave of their sticks and she let everybody know it.
"That was so fuckin' cool. Do it again, do it again!"
To be fair to Harley it may not have been her enthusiastic shouting alone that set off the alarms and alerted the guards to their presence as Alice had decided to show off a bit in front of this scrummy looking girl in the very pretty outfit and was busy giving her a bit of a light show with her wand. Ivy finally overcame her surprise enough to question the least mentally afflicted member of their their little raiding party.
"Is she always like this?"
"Always. What about yours?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Drink?"
"Definitely."
Ivy took Hermione by the arm and quickly apparated them back to the yacht while Selina bounded up the wall and slinked out of a narrow barred window leaving Harley and Alice giggling at pretty lights and blaring sirens. The smile that lit up the Black Queen's face when she saw the four armed guards racing in their direction made Harley's stomach do another funny flip-flop. So much so that she nearly missed it when Alice popped a huge multi-coloured mallet into existence and lobbed it at her before shouting out an enthusiastic 'woo hoo' and charging at the cops, waving a bright red fire-axe above her head. Pennywise's pee stained pants could this girl even get any more fuckin' perfect.
Royal Yacht Britannia, Pier Ten Uptown Dock, Gotham City. 8th July 1999. 09.30 a.m.
Hangover potions were a great invention Alice had decided as she downed her second of the morning along with a pepper up to combat the fatigue that was starting to set in now. Her rampage across half of Gotham City with the girl in the skintight harlequin costume had only ended three hours ago when Harley Quinn (an obvious psuedonym but she wasn't really in a position to preach morals) had passed out on the table of the Crown Point bar where they had ended up. It was only a short hop back to the apartment in the Bowery where Harley lived and Alice made it there in quick time, even blind drunk with an insensible, costumed girl in her arms. She had layed her fun new friend gently down on the worn leather sofa and covered her with her own thick cloak, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before stupidly doing a little drunk apparition back to the yacht. Fortunately she had managed to not splinch herself, more by luck than judgement mind you, and had soon fallen fast asleep on her own sofa only to be woken two hours later by Hestia telling her that she had a visitor.
When he was ushered into her presence all of her former tiredness just fell away as she saw him. He looked like your typical villain and she was now anticipating a fun morning questioning him. The man across from her wore a nicely tailored, very expensive suit and a mask that covered half of his face like some comic book phantom of the opera motherfucker. She dis-liked him at first sight and after ten minutes of his rude and clumsy questioning about her invovement in last night's break in at City Hall she positively hated him now. His name was Harvey Dent and while he may not be the brains of the kidnapping operation he clearly knew something about the people who had taken her beardy weirdy old friend that's for damn sure. Alice decided to push a few of his buttons and see where it went.
"Your face is funny." She grinned as the obvious anger flashed in his eyes. "Did you head butt a belt sander or something?" The art was to play on his emotional instability taking him to the point of rage before pulling back only to start again. "Drink?"
"Constantly."
He was cool under pressure she would give him that Alice thought as she poured him a large measure of scotch and herself another cup of strong, black coffee.
"Bit of a rookie mistake you coming here alone to visit the terrible Black Queen you know."
"Not really, I've dealt with meddling do-gooders like you before. Did you get much out of your little eafter hours excursion to the Police Department last night?"
"I see. So now everybody knows who everybody is." Her mis-matched eyes sparkled with anticipation of the violence to come. "Okie dokie then." Alice gave him the cocked head and manic grin, "Let's get started shall we?"
The tall and vastly over confident man lunged at her fast while reaching to the small of his back for the large Desert Eagle pistol concealed there only for his groin to explode in pain she swung the pointed toe of her boot to connect solidly with his balls. He got the barest glimpse of the little stick in her hand pointing at him before he was spread-eagled in mid air and totally unable to move. His clothes moved though. All the way across the fucking room, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
"Mine."
The strange young woman sing-songed as she plucked the gun from his limp fingers and admired it's shiny surfaces and the heavy, deadly presence that it had. Thumbing the release button to drop the magazine from it's place in the handle and racking the slide to eject the chambered round Alice caught it and weighed the bullet in her palm. She gave a low whistle before placing it and the big weapon on the low side table next to where it's magazine had fallen.
"Hello pretty, you and I are going to have so much fun later, but just for now you get to watch me work on your former owner."
Lifting the hem of her dress and reaching underneath it's silky fabric folds Alice slipped her knife from the sheath that was strapped to her stockinged upper thigh. She tapped her chin with the flat of the blade of her blackened and serrated Randle 18 survival knife and smiled as she saw the magically bound man's eyes widen.
"Do you like my knife? I got it after I saw that Rambo film at Mia's house." She licked the blade and started to chuckle as he shuddered in fear. "I'm a big fan of the franchise. Especially the torture scenes. Of course they got the details all wrong but what can you expect from those amateurs in Hollywood but the idea of flaying the prisoner alive though was rather inspired"
His eyes followed her around the room as she paced up and down, gesticulating wildly as she enthusiasticaly explained the most effective ways of extracting the needed information from someone while causing them the maximum amount of pain possible. That part was just for fun apparently. There were very few things in this world that could put the fear of God into Harvey Dent but the highly dangerous and utterly insane young woman in front of him was managing just that. And then it got much worse as she had seemingly decided where to start.
"Well we don't need that."
With one swift swipe of her blade she castrated him and dropped the small collection of previously dangling objects on the floor with a little grimace of disgust. Alice was going to take this opportunity to make herself something that she had always wanted this morning and decided to be a gracious hostess and let her guest in on the details a bit.
"Did you know that the Sumerians wrote quite extensively on the art of flaying people alive, but it was dear old Vlad Dracula who really discovered the fun stuff." Alice spoke calmly and conversationally to the screaming, naked man splayed out in her sitting room as if she were taking tea with her mother. "You see, along with impaling his enemies on stakes he also liked to use other torture methods ... like?" She paused politely to allow the District Attorney to reply and only continued when it became obvious that this wasn't going to happen. "Flaying. Come along Mister Dent, do pay attention. "Now where was I. Oh yes, well you see it was rumoured that big, bad Vlad had a suit made from the skin of an amir that he managed to harvest from the man in one piece."
Harvey was wishing at this point that he had died that night in the warehouse where the Joker had left him in a pool of corrosive chemicals which had burned half of his face off and driven him mad with grief over his murdered fiancee. Not as mad as this sadistic bitch of course but madder than most of the pussies in the blighted City. He stared bug eyed at his own severed penis and testicles lyng in patheticly small pile on the ornate rug and prayed to a God that he didn't believe in that his pain would soon be over. It wouldn't.
"It took ages tromping all over bloody Romania to find his journal and more than a few goes to get the technique right but I really think I've got it down now ... well more or less anyway."
The terrifying woman gave him a very nasty smile.
"Now according to the Sumerians one should start at the face and then work down but Vlad discovered that if you begin at the ankles ... "
The razor sharp knife scored a line right around each ankle causing a small stream of bright blood to coat his feet.
" ... and then work upwards ... "
Two new lines quickly joined the slit ankles to the ragged hole where his genitals once resided.
" ... then you could peel the skin in large sections while keeping the subject alive and mostly conscious ... "
She grunted as she worked to free the outer layer from the muscles and tendons beneath and had almost reached his hips before she realised that he had passed out from the pain. Alice shook her head sadly, bemoaning the fragility of the human body as she retrieved her wand and enervated her victim. Once again the sweet sound of screaming caressed her ears as she made another pair of great, sweeping cuts up the bloody torso with a flick and a flourish as if conducting a symphony that only she could hear.
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