A/N:

A guest brought up the fact that I forgot to describe what Lia looks like, my bad XD. I pictured her to look like Ashely Benson but with white hair instead of blonde.

Thanks to Emmetluver2010, the Guest, Blue Penguin Lightning, and HorridAtUsernames for their reviews ^_^

Updated 6/21/17

Ashley Benson

(Lia's POV)

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak

What the fuck happened?

Lia's eyes slowly open as she hears a squeaking sound following her. Her eyes blearily focused on the hallway in front of her, looking around as she was moved.

Guards surrounded her on each side and someone was pushing her in a restrained wheelchair. Her arms and legs were restrained down on the chair and she was muzzled down.

"Hey you! Where are you taking me," she yells out, shaking in her chair. "Talk to me!"

"Shut up," a guard behind her sneers.

"Did your mommy never teach you how to talk to a girl? That was quite rude you know."

Staunch silence followed that statement as they kept moving down the hallway.

"You guys are a real hit at parties aren't you?"

After a few turns down the hallway, they finally slowed down in front of a big metal door that kept swinging open with people rushing in and out of it.

Guards opened the door and they pushed Lia through.

Lia people with masks on their face, most likely doctors of some sort, and big black boxes with a red label on them saying in big red letters 'Van Criss laboratories'.

"What the fuck is going on? Someone tell me right now!" Lia shouts.

"Injection armed," one of the doctors said as he pulled out a metallic gun. "Inserting it now."

He walks over and aims it toward her neck.

"Get away from me! Don't you dare touch me with that thing," Lia says as she tries to lean away from the object, but she could only go so far restrained in the chair.

The next thing she knew was the feeling of something foreign entering her body, and the flashing of pain that came along with it.

"Injection successful," one doctor said.

Another doctor held up an x-ray device and marked the place on her neck where the injection went in and moved it around.

"Location verified," they intoned monotonously.

"What's been verified? What did you put in me?"

No one says anything as they rolled her out of the room and eventually out of the building.

Where are we going?

When they were outside, Lia takes a moment to calm herself and closes her eyes.

The outdoors always helped with finding her inner calm.

It was a cloudy day out, the ground smelling like it had just rained a few hours ago, but the air was so much better than inside the jail and she wasn't closed off from anything anymore.

Lia opens her eyes when she hears a different set of footprints approach her guard caravan.

It was Griggs, what a surprise.

"You're being transferred," he says as he reaches her, "I don't know where you're going."

He stealthily sneaks a cellphone under his hand towards Lia's as he avoids looking at her.

"It's from Mr. J. You gonna tell him I took care of you?" he whispers fearfully, looking at me with eyes full of hope and remorse.

Lia gives him a look before throwing her head back and laughing.

"You're so screwed. Have fun playing with J!" she cackles out, tickled pink that J was making plans to get them free and that Griggs was going to pay for what he did to her and Harley.

"What do you mean by that? Lia? Lia! What do you mean?!" Griggs yells out hysterically as he was held down by guards. "Lia, what do you mean by that? Lia!"

I hope you burn in hell for what you've done.

I used to think I had the best life ever.

At first, everything was great. We had just moved into Gotham when I was still a kid and I had made friends with the boy next door shortly after. Dad had gotten a new job as a police officer in the Gotham Police Force and we all moved in order to be closer to his job.

Life was perfect; we were just your regular, picturesque all-American family.

My mother was a sweet woman who always wore her blonde hair in a bun and was always there to take care of me. Her baby blue eyes were always kind and smiling whenever she looked at me, her soothing voice washing away all my worries.

Dad was all muscle and a hulking beast; he too had blond hair and ice cold blue eyes, but his eyes were less forgiving. I never really saw him much; he was always busy working to spend any time with me, but that was okay because I had my mom. There was always a disconnect between us, probably because instead of being a boy, I had the gall to be born a girl instead.

That was okay with me though. Mom stayed at home and took care of me, her little girl, while dad was out earning money to feed his family.

I was adjusting well in my new school and I had met my soon-to-be best friend with my next door neighbor, a boy my age called Jay.

Jay was a quiet boy, small and unassuming, looking as if he wanted to hide away from the world. He had brown eyes that seemed pierce through you and brown hair that covered his eyes.

My new life in Gotham was wonderful.

Funny how long that lasted.

Life was good.

Until it wasn't.

One day, dad was fired from his job. I had no idea why at the time, but I knew that it caused a strain between my parents.

He was the breadwinner of the house, and with him out of a job, finances started to get tight.

His presence in the house was daunting. The warm, cozy feeling that used to permeate the air was overtaken by deadly, cloying cloud of anger.

His temper would get shorter and shorter the more times couldn't find a job and my mom would get meeker and meeker every day.

The one thing that never changed was that she continued to be staunch in her protection over me.

Not once did I ever witness their fights, though I hear what was happening through the walls, or see him get unhappy with her.

As the months dragged on and neither my mother nor my father found any work, the yelling started to get more and more the norm.

Alcohol started piling up in the living room, furthering the degradation of our life.

Then the hitting started.

Dad was always a physical person, it's why he did so well in physical combat. Mom, on the other hand, was small and weak. The only physical activities she did was when she would cook or clean around the house; she was used to being a stay at home mom.

He always made sure to hit everywhere but her face. Guess he didn't want anyone else to know what happened behind closed doors.

Not that it wasn't hard to guess what was happening in here.

It used to be that he needed to drink before he hit her, but it wasn't long till he hit her for every little thing that set him off.

She didn't come to him fast enough? Hit. She didn't answer him properly? Hit. She even thought about telling anyone what happened in our house? Hit.

The only thing that stopped her from ever leaving was me. She knew that there was no chance she could escape with both of us and if she were to leave without me, I would bear the brunt of the beatings.

I never did get the chance to thank her for what she did for me.

My only escape was when I was with Jay. With him, I was safe. Oh, we both knew what happened when night turns and everyone goes home. Jay, like me, was an only child with a crappy father. The only difference between us was that I still had my mom whereas he only had his dad.

There was no one in his house able to protect him in there, but out here we were able to find comfort together.

Out here, we were unbreakable.

It was funny that two houses, both right next to each other, would house their very own devil from hell.

A year or so after dad lost his job, he was able to get a new one with Jay's dad.

Knowing Jay's father, it was a dirty kind of job through and through.

The hitting slowed down but the drinking got worse. He would leave late at night and come back in the early hours of the morning, stinking like blood and alcohol.

I knew that whatever job he had gotten wasn't a good one.

But if it kept him away from my mother, it didn't matter what kind of job it was.

This cycle continued for years with the only thing changing was me growing older.

It wasn't long until I started college and J got a job as a busboy and we moved far away from home. We got a small, rundown apartment together in the crappy end of Gotham, but it was okay since we were together.

Life was good.

Until it wasn't.

The plane ride was bumpy and rough. Lia was constantly shifted and moved, even with the shackles holding her wheelchair down, and by the end of the ride she was more than annoyed with everyone around her.

Once again they rolled her out into the unknown, everyone saying nothing and just marching her somewhere.

There were a bunch of military personnel running around what looks like a military compound and various people on gurneys scattered around.

What the fuck happened here?

They pushed Lia into the compound and towards a group of people who were also restrained and chained down like her.

Lia spots a familiar head of blonde hair at the end of the group and her heart pounds faster.

"Harley!" she screams happily, "Harley, Harley, Harley!"

"Lia?" Harley breathes out in shock, trying to turn her head around but failing due to the restraints. "Sweet pee!"

Both of them are shaking with anticipation, ecstatic at the notion that they would be together again even if they were missing someone important.

It had been so long since they had seen each other, let alone touch each other, and the need to be together was unbearable.

The bond they had was unbreakable and no one could break it.

They slowly rolled Lia over to the group, placing her right next to Harley Quinn.

After so long, Lia was able to fully see her Harley's face. It was still as gorgeous as ever, no prison grime could ever take away her natural beauty, and she looked so ecstatic to be next to her.

"I missed you lovely," Lia croons softly as she tried to reach for Harley, "my life has no color without you and J in it."

"Oh sweet pea, it's so great to be able to be near you again!" Harley cheers, bouncing up and down her wheelchair. "Now if only we had Puddin' to complete us, everything would be perfect…"

"He'll come get us soon," Lia whispers as she shows Harley the hidden phone, "we'll be whole again."

"Alpha, bravo team on me," a gruff voice yelled.

Both Lia and Harley turn to where the voice originated, both irritated that someone dared to interrupt their reunion.

The voice that interrupted came from a tall man, armed to the T with weapons, who was flanked by men. He had a hand on the gun in front of him in a protective manner, as if he was ready to shoot anyone who dared cross his path.

'He looks like the leader of this carnival,' Lia thinks to herself.

"What the hell are we doing Flag," someone asked from behind.

Flag ignored this person and looked at the restrained criminals, eyeing all of them on buy one. He gave them all a look that said 'I dare you to fuck with me, see what happens.' It seemed like his face was stuck in an eternal frown as he looked down at all the chained criminals.

"Unlock them," he orders lowly, looking disgusted at the order he gave.

One by one, everyone was unchained or taken out of the bag.

For the first time in what seemed like eternity, Harley and Lia were able to touch each other again.

Harley immediately threw her arms around Lia's neck and wrapped her legs around her torso. Lia carefully supported Harley by grabbing her ass and looked deep into her eyes before kissing her deeply.

Harley moans into the kiss, moving her hands to pull Lia's face closer to hers, and proceeded to tighten her legs.

People stopped whatever they were doing when Lia and Harley got re-acquainted with each other. Everyone around them watched the couple in complete silence. Some faces were shocked that this was happening, right here and right now, while others looked slightly aroused at the exhibition these two were giving.

"Break it up you two!" the Flag shouted at them, sounding both pissed off and exasperated at their actions. "Don't make me come over there and break you up myself."

Harley breaks away unhappily and pouts at the man. "What a party pooper," she says while Lia dropped her back to the floor.

Lia hums in agreement and wraps her hands around Harleys wrist, looking proud of herself for the display they gave. Now everyone knew who exactly Harley belonged to.

"Hi, boys!" Harley said enthusiastically, "Names Harley Quinn and this beauty next to me is Lia. How'd you do?"

Everyone just looked at her blankly, as if they were flabbergasted that she would talk to anyone there. Harley pouts briefly before looking at Lia mischievously.

Lia, understanding what she wanted, pulls Harley in and whispers something in her ear.

"Huh? What was that?" Harley asked in fake confusion, "we should kill everyone and escape?"

Some looked at her in incredulous disbelief while others seemed to get even angrier at her antics.

Even their fellow bad guys looked at Harley like she was a few cards short of a full deck.

Not that they weren't wrong.

It was so boring to be sane.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make mommy proud. I'm just kidding," Harley says as she pretends to do an 'aw shucks' movement.

"Jeez, that's not what she really said," she continues, smiling devilishly at them.

Lia squeezes Harley in praise for her antics. It's better for them to underestimate us rather than take us seriously; it makes winning that much easier.

Who wants to play fair after all?

The soldiers continue on doing whatever they were doing, not that it was interesting to either Harley or Lia, and the girls continued on comforting each other.

Harley was hugging Lia tightly across her neck while Lia affirmed the scent of Harley in her brain. She always did smell the best.

"Are you guys always like this, or is this a special occasion?" someone asked from their right.

Lia turns her head to look at who had spoken. He was a tall man, intimidating, and was crossing his arms but looked amused at their actions.

"Names Deadshot. Gunner for hire and I never miss a shot," he introduces himself.

"Never miss a shot? You must be great in the bedroom," Lia teases him. "Names Lia and of course you know Harley. Got any idea what we're all here for?"

"No clue," he grunts in anger, "but I'm going to find out one way or another."

They watch as Deadshot makes their way over to Flag and stops just in front of him.

A testosterone pissing contest was happening between Flag and Deadshot. They were both puffing out their chests discretely and looking straight into each other's eyes, daring one another to do something.

It wasn't until three people were walking into the compound carrying a large bag that Flag walked away from the pissing contest. He made his way over to the wriggling bag and ordered someone to rip it open.

"12 pounds of shit in a 10-pound sack. Welcome to the party, Captain Boomerang."

A man bursts out from the newly opened bag and began to throw punches at whoever was closest to him. He got one good punch in that knocked a soldier down to his feet before he was restrained by Flag.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on, man?" he asked in an Australian accent.

"Calm down," Flag ordered as he tightened the grip he had on Boomerang.

"Hey, one minute I'm playing mahjong with me Nana then this red streak hits me outta nowhere!"

"Shut up! You were caught robbing a diamond exchange," Flag says.

"I was not!" Boomerang says in disbelief, looking at Flag with a glare.

Flag drops his grip on Boomerang when a black SUV drives into the compound.

FBI agents and marshals exit the van and open the rear door, letting out a handcuffed man with in an all-black outfit.

"Here comes Slipknot, the man who could climb anything."

"Have a good time, scumbag" one of the agents said to him.

Slipknot immediately sucker punches her face, knocking her down on the floor. He smirks as he was restrained by the remaining agents and brought to the group.

Harley and Lia raise their eyebrows in unison, looking at each other before laughing at his antics.

"Well, here's someone who's not interested in taking shit from anyone," Lia fake-whispers to Harley.

"It's hard to find someone like that," she agrees with me as she eyes Deadshot with a daring smile.

"Hmm…" he trails off.

"Listen up!" Flag yells as he walks to stand in front of where we were conjugated.

Harley and Lia look at each other in amusement before looking back at what kind of spiel Flag was going to spout out of his mouth.

"In your necks, the injection you got, is a nanite explosive," he starts off. "It's the size of a rice grain but it's as powerful as a hand grenade."

"What the fuck," Lia whispers harshly to Harley, tightening her grip.

Harley says nothing in disbelief.

"You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what? You die."

At this, Harley raises her hand. "I'm known to be quite vexing, Lia will tell you all about it if you want, but I'm just forewarning you."

"Lady, shut up!" he yells at her with a glare.

"It's okay lovely, the big military man is just angry that he has to cohort with us bad people," Lia says comfortingly while rubbing Harleys dejected shoulders. "We'll play with him later, I promise."

She perks up at that last comment and turns around, giving Lia a big smile.

"This is the deal," Flag continued as if nothing happened, "you're going somewhere very bad, to do something that'll get you killed. But until that happens, you're my problem."

"So was that like a pep talk?" Deadshot asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. That was a pep talk," Flag says sarcastically. "There's your shit. Grab what you need for a fight, we're wheels up in 10."

"You might wanna work on your team motivation thing," Deadshot interjects before Flag could walk away. "You heard of Phil Jackson?"

"Yeah."

"He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch," Deadshot says seriously as he holds out his hands in a triangle shape. "Study."

Flag looks at him blankly before walking away.

Life with Jay was certainly different.

It was the first time we were both away from our families. Away from the life that was shadowed by a dominating figure.

One thing that stayed constant throughout our younger years was our dependence on each other; we were each other's confidant and comforter.

I knew that the relationship we had forged as children would be one that would stand the testament of time. It was rare to find someone who shared the same kind of views, someone who experienced the same horror in what is supposed to be the safest place for a child, and to be able to bond with them.

Instead of getting closer with my mom for all that she did to protect me, I ended up getting closer with Jay instead. Something about him beckoned something deep within me, and I knew that he needed me as much as I needed him.

Everything I did, everything that we did, was with the aim to escape our parents and to make a life free of the endless cycle.

Little did we know that not only would we continue it later on in life, but that we would enable it even further.

I never really cared much for what happened to everyone around me. The world could have burned around us and I would not have cared as long as Jay was with me.

No one ever cared about us, so why would we care about them?

The world is cruel, and as someone who is personally intertwined with the horrors that no child should ever witness or experience, and the world is unfair.

A series of events had changed my father into a demon of a man and had caused my mother to wither away.

A series of events had caused Jay to reap his father's anger and to have no one caring for him other than myself.

The world was a crappy game, there were no rules on how to win or lose, and everything was run by the strong.

We were weak once.

That is something that will never happen again.