Hello Readers! Glad to see a constant view count on this story from my European Comrades! Thank you Poland, Ukraine, Germany, UK, Ireland, and others for reading my work, The same goes for my Russian, Canadian, and America fan base too :) I hope your all going to enjoy this chapter with some Barley, Bruce and Harley shipping name, moments along with a thickening of the Merc's REAL purpose for being on Arkham Island.

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With Love ~Dresner

Johann loaded another magazine into his R5 and charged forward against the last thug with a well placed burst of automatic fire. The thug fell to the ground in a pool of his comrade's blood as the boots of both Astor and Johann crossed through leaving bloody foot prints as they marched onward toward the sound of muffled shouting and the Joker's rambling laughter on the PA and monitor systems.

"Who's dorks are these?! I don't remember hiring-" The Joker's voice boomed until Johann shot out the monitors. "Oh ha ha! Shoot the clown I see. Alright you bozo's I want these party crashers dead and buried! Who ever gets the smuck with the Eye patch gets to sit on my lap! Hahaha!" He finished over the PA system.

"I hate clowns." Astor remarked as he spat in disgust at the sound of the Joker's laughter.

"Ja-nee." Johann agreed as they pushed on toward the sanatorium where they found Arkham staff unaware of the hostel take over by the Joker. The doctors began to panic as they two armed merc's broke through the door and began to gather the doctors in another room to hide them from whatever the Joker was planning as he called over the PA for the doctors to be rounded up including Doctor young. The doctors began to fight against Johann and Astor thinking that they were working with the joker in his plan for Arkham.

"Get in the room before those pigdogs rear their heads!" Astor warned his fellow doctors as he motioned for them to get in a near by room for protection.

The doctors began to argue, throwing medical instruments, and even escaping into the far corners of the ward to hide from their supposed attacker. Astor ran after one of the Doctor's, A Doctor Penelope Young, down the corridors toward the X-ray facility. "Doctor Young! Doctor Young! Please stop! We are not your enemy!" Astor shouted as he chased her.

"Astor!" Johann shouted to Astor but he did not hear him. "Bloody hell! Astor you frog!" Johann shouted in a rage as he chased after them, leaving the doctors alone and confused.

Then the Blackgate hoard invaded the medical ward only moments after the departure...

Medical Center entrance, Moments before-

She propped her feet on the table and leaned back into her chair to relax after the last few hours of constant barking orders and restraining of officials and guards. After years of running with the Joker, Harley learned to appreciate her 'Me-time' more than anyone. After all her time was mostly spent drooling over the Joker or beating up the various punks and thugs her puddin employed. 'Me-Time' was a necessity for her and anyone who interrupted it would usually end up with a bullet in the brain or chopped to pieces, or whatever Harley or Mista J wanted at the time.

Gordon and Allen were tied up in the corner just with in view of Harley so she could watch them if they tried anything funny, along with Allen's Saiga-K on the table to stiffen her image to the boys in the corner.

"Your not gonna get away with this Quinn!" Gordon shouted, "Batman's gonna lock you-"

A coffee cup flew through the air and smashed against Gordon's face knocking him out for a few moments. Allen only stared at Harley with disgust before commenting "What happen to you Harleen?"

Harley snarled, "Nutten, just met a special fella and he showed me the world."

"What world?" Allen asked her coldly, knowing she meant the Joker.

She stood up from her chair and took his shotgun with her as she walked over to him. "A world of fun!" She laughed an evil and child like cackle as she shot around him until the gun she spoke again with "A world of smiles and candy, A world where we're all beautiful, a world were everyone is laughing..." She said as she whispered in his ear.

"A world of Death..." Allen interjected coldly.

"Your such a downer Reggie!" Harley replied as she smacked him with the butt of the gun.

Reggie spat blood and a few broken teeth onto the ground in front of him, "ek sê chine! A fucking clown takes your mind and fucks you side ways, now your his pet? Ag man, Aren't you a little old to be playing dress up or is this another one of your weird fetishes?" He taunted her.

She strikes him again and again with back of the rifle until finally knocking his chair over into a pool of his own blood. Allen was strong and kept fighting her, "You hit like your fokken ma! At least she hit me with everything she had. Unlike you kont!"

Harley had enough and called in her boys and with in seconds three blackgate thugs appeared to do her bidding. "Take this prick down to Croc's cell, I can hear that mug's stomach from here! Tick Tock! Time to feed the Croc!" She barked as she gave Allen another stiff kick to stomach. The Thugs picked him up and took him away into the unknown.

She flipped her hair and looked down at her platforms to see blood splattered over them. "Damn it! Thanks a lot Reggie! Now I got blood on my new boots!" She groaned as fired two shots from Allen's gun in their direction. "Talk about fucking rude! Especially how good I've been to you Reggie!"

"Good wouldn't be the first word I would use for your treatment of people, Quinn." A growl came from shadows beyond the electric pulse gate that separated her from the entrance.

In the door way she could see the looming figure of the Dark Knight with the eyes of raven staring her down with contempt. Harley scowled, angry that batman was still alive let alone interrupting her 'Me-Time'. "Scram bats!" She shouted as she aimed the shotgun at him and pulled the trigger. A loud thump of the firing pin striking an empty magazine signaled she was out of bullets to which she tossed the shotgun across the room. "Stupid gun ran dry!"

"You were never the smart one Quinn." Batman said harshly.

"And you were never a charmer batsy. Only that Kitty of youes can say other wise. Oh wait, Shes a whore!" Harley chuckled meanly.

"Neither were you the most mature." Batman said bluntly. "Selina and I are purely professional. I don't see how she pertains to anything right now."

'Oh crap.' Harley thought to herself as she could feel a little bit of Harleen pop out in her taunt. 'What the fuck Harleen?'

'He-he, That wasn't me clown. Da twas you. He-he.' Harleen replied with a giggle.

Harley gathered her thoughts and spat back with, "Of course it doesn't honey, Oh wait! I forgot! She's on the party list!" She recovered and pulled a list from her bra and put a smiley face near Catwoman's name.

Batman watched the clown girl twirk her body in a odd and playful manor as she scribbles on list. He caught a couple of glimpses of her looking up at him and almost locking her eyes on him until he blinked and groaned a little. The eye catching color of her outfit caught Batman to take second chair as Bruce began to run his eyes up and down Harley Quinn with a lustful gaze. He fought a pitched battle with the lonely man inside of him from breaking his stoic and hard outer shell from showing any sign of want or humanity. But even the Batman couldn't fight the social nature and need of companionship of a human being.

Harley fought just as hard against her other side, albeit a less sexual one and a more of a cry for help. Harleen was giving her a hell of a fight ever since that night in her cell only two days ago. She fought back against the Bat on his playing field, the mental field. A field that Harley could not and dared not to enter with the bat under any circumstance. It seemed her more mature and intelligent side of Harleen could stump him or at least hold on with the more cunning batman. But even the lonely Harley, her wild and manic side, couldn't help but check out the stone like physique under the ragged, torn, bullet ridden, and blood stained bat suit. Mister J hadn't slept with Harley in a year since he began planning for the take over of Arkham. She was starved for a man's touch, in a good way, and the feeling of ecstasy, adrenaline, power, love, and euphoria all rolled into a long night of love making. Unknown to her at the time, she was biting her lips lustfully and running her hands along her hips in a teasing manor.

An awkward silence took between the two enemies as their eyes locked on one another. Harley became a little nervous and could feel herself blush under her white face paint. She played with one of her pigtails twirling it around her fingers until batman broke the ice with one simple question:

"What happen to you Harleen?"

To hear her name, Her real name, out of his mouth, seemed to crack Harley in two just enough for Harleen to let out one response, "Joker happen.", and, as if it were on cue, the Joker appeared on the monitor with a sickening grin.

"Harley!" The Joker growled. "What's HE doing here? It's too early!"

The progress Harleen made was instantly shattered as she turned around quickly with a child like expression of glee to see her puddin. "I'm sorry puddin!" Harley said as she placed her hands on the screen and kissing the screen. "Please don't be angry with me."

"Oh you little minx, I can never stay mad at you!" The clown said in a sly tone before switching off the monitor.

Harley turned back to face the Dark Knight the look of glee still fresh on her young and beautiful complexion. "Sorry B-Man, But I gotta run." She flirtatiously as she skipped over to the electric shield. "Catch me if you can batsy." She whispers softly before blowing a kiss to Batman and cartwheeling into the halls of the medical ward.

Batman didn't say a word as he exited the Medical ward and back into the anarchy of Arkham Island. Harley didn't leave her post though, only hiding behind a wall long enough for batman to leave the foyer. She peaked around the corner to make sure he wasn't hiding in the shadows or hanging from the celling. After a quick look around she soon felt a calm sense of peace fill the small corner of the medical ward. The Dark Knight has a presence that fills up a room, wither he was with in it or not.

"Look at ya kid, Your drooling over Batman and the Joker. I mean really?" Harleen scowled.

"I'm not drooling over that big, ugly, bat!" Harley protested.

"It's not what your panties are saying..."

Harley's face turned a bright red as she could feel her purple lace thong dripping with juices from her untouched pussy.

"It can't be over the fucking bat! He's just... Just so..." Harley ranted until finally throwing herself back into her chair.

"Handsome... So strong... Almost like Bruce Wayne..." Harleen added with a long sigh, only making Harley more starved for sex.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'm The Jokers girl! He's my puddin and he'll be heart broken if he even thinks that I'm thinking of the bat!"

Harleen giggled, "I wasn't the one who's sizing batman up. That was all you Harley, you know my heart's with Bruce Wayne after that night in the Iceberg Lounge. Looks like your caught between lovers Harls!"

Harley began to sulk and folded her arms together, "Whatever! I'm Mister J's Harley and he's my puddin! And that's that!"

"Just wait until he throws us away like yesterday and then you can say whatever you want! Oh wait! He did throw us out, about fifty times, killed your 'babies', and pins your for his crimes. Yet you still go back to the smuck? You've got Hybristophilia written all over your blood stained hands of youse." Harleen said resentfully. "We both know that I'm right, Right about J and the Bat."

"My puddin may be a little rough, yeah, but he loves me. He wouldn't just tose me out in Da cold.." Harley said in an innocent and naive tone as she tried to find the good in Mister J, the good that brought her to become Harley Quinn. She remembered the term Harleen threw at her, hybristophillia, Bonnie & Clyde syndrome, from collage and it's loose definition: the attraction to criminals and their violent acts. She couldn't think clearly as the memories of being with the Joker and the small moments of peace with the bat raced passed her mind at raceway pace until she finally spotted the package of cigarettes on the table. Harley scrambled to open the pack and quickly lit up a smoke to ease her nerves from the stress around her.

"Are you sure he won't? We never smoke unless we're stressed... Or in doubt about a man... You don't know do ya?" Harleen reminded her.

Harley gave a long sigh as she took a couple of drags off the cigarette. Was Harleen right about her? Joker? Even Batman? Not only that but why did she call Batman 'Honey'? Yeah she had her nicknames for him like Batsy, B-man, bat, and others. But never anything as endearing as Honey. Not only that but Batman never called her Harleen...

Yeah Quinn and even on ultra rare occasions Harley. But never by her REAL name. It was surreal to hear her name come out of his mouth with such... such... such power, such meaning, such sadness...

Was he lamenting for her? Did he feel bad for her? Was he worried for her?

A small, almost insignificant object caught her attention as it sat on the floor near a over turned table. It was an old piece of technology that seemed out of place in the advanced Asylum, but it was a necessary piece of kit for a psychiatrist: The Simple tape recorder.

After taking a few hits off of her cigarette she retrieved the recorder and placed it on the table next to her. A empty tape sat prepped and ready, only taking a single press of a button to begin recording her message.

"What are you planning Harls?" Harleen asks her manic side.

"I want to give B-man one for the books." She said in a serious tone as she took another hit and pressed play.

Sanatorium, One hour later-

Johann, Astor, Batman, and Aaron Cash met together with the other doctors in near the elevator leading down to the morgue and the medical wing. Dr. Young was protesting to Batman regarding getting her research on a project TITAN in her office back in Arkham Mansion.

Batman was reluctant from the beginning and insisted that she stay in safety with the other doctors in the care of Cash and the 9th Company. But Dr. Young was more hard headed than her bio implied as she fought back harder until Astor intervened. "Monsieur Batman, their is a boat at the dock house. We can escort my fellow doctors aboard this vessel and the commissioner, if possible, and get them off of this hellhole. Will you allow us this task?"

"I don't recall a promotion to that of an Officer, Astor." Johann said in a annoyed and cross tone.

"Your medical officer is right," Batman interjected. "Gordon's trail leads down that elevator and I have to return him to Gotham."

"I do not blame you." Johann agreed, "That clown has enough bombs planted in Gotham to sink the entire Royal Navy. I'm surprised everyone isn't running in screaming in terror out of the city, Especially since that Eegit Ryder been blabbing on the radio about since 0 hundred this morning. It would have made things a little more interesting."

Batman only grunted in disdain for the Mercenaries comment and stormed off into the elevator without a word said. Johann had the same feeling of disdain for the Dark Knight, half of which came from having Batman save them from a hoard of gun totting tugs with only his fists and a couple batarangs. Though he too was skilled in hand to hand combat after his years in the South African Army and in the French Foreign Legion, he found that firearms proved to give an edge in almost every situation unless in the stealth based combat that Batman took apart in. He held a distrust for the cape crusader, as did all police officers in Gotham once did, for his vigilantism and non-lethal approach to combat. Johann was a killer, he saw no humanity in any of the scum that walked the halls of Arkham Asylum. That's what he was trained to do and how he made his living in life.

After another round of arguments, Batman continued his mission on Arkham without hesitation. Though he was unsure of the lead mercenary and his rather dark undertones. Aaron Cash and Dr. Young made their way to Arkham Manor with Johann and Astor leading the way with Doctors bring up the rear as they marched out of the front door of the medical ward. Johann and Astor fanned out to take up positions near the stone guard rails for cover against any enemy fire. From what they could see from atop the elevated stairway prisoners from Blackgate were reinforcing their brothers from Penitentiary and north Arkham, some armed with makeshift clubs and others with AR-15 and G-36 assault rifles stolen from the armory. But they kept their distance from the medical ward and stuck around the penitentiary. From what they could see, the thugs were building a wooden wall or gate over the entrance to the cell blocks.

"Sir, what are they doing?" Astor asks as they watch the prisoners work.

"No clue, but whatever it is they aren't paying attention to us." Johann told him as he scanned his eyes toward another steel door leading to Arkham East. Their he saw Dr. Young and Cash talking to his comrades Sean and Edward for a brief moment before they rushed toward the medical ward under the watchful eyes of Jean and Johann.

The appeared to be flustered and rather angry as they took up the stairs to see their commander and medic watching over fleeing doctors. "What the hell is this mad man planning!?" Edward said in a harsh whisper as he set up his MG in opposing direction to cover their rear.

"By the sounds of it, its a take over, a damn fine planned one at the." Sean responded as he took aim with his GOL at the prisoners building the wall.

"Hold your fire and shut ya gob." Johann scolded. "We have doctors down below and about to jump ship once Gordon is found. Speaking of lost and found, where's Reggie?"

"We told you sir, the clown's whore has'em." Edward remarked. "But I think we need to worry about is the swag in the manor..."

Johann gave him a scowl and shh'ed him promptly. Astor and Sean quickly perked their ears and narrowed their gaze toward their commander and Khaki. "What's all this then?" Sean asked them.

"Jou maaifoedie Khaki...(You Motherfucking Englishman)" Johann growled at Edward.

Edward only responded with the two finger salute and kept his gun trained on the far end of Arkham west. Johann caved to the pressure as, once again, the Englishman left him hanging high and dry to the mercy of his men. He could never lie bluntly to his men, maybe have an agenda or angle to work on during a job, but he could not lie to them.

He gave a long sigh before explaining to them his main reason for bringing them to Arkham in the first place...