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Joker's arm stayed snaked around Harley's waist. He held her close against his side and occasionally growled in her ear. It sent shivers down her spine. She liked the affection he was showing her. His possessiveness of her made her want to shudder. She wanted to hit him with her bat for thinking he owned her and please him at the same time. It was confusing for her. They stopped in front of a large, seemingly empty, building with glass doors. Joker removed his arm as the rest of the squad approached. She missed the contact when it was gone. She reached out to touch him, but he swatted her hand away. She stuck out her lip in a pout.
The soldiers talked amongst themselves ahead of them. "This the place?" Deadshot asked. KC surveyed the building in front of them. Diablo stood off to the side, Boomerang was next to him trying to maintain his distance from the clowns. He planned on making it out of this alive. Flag nodded. "We need to split up to survey our surroundings my boys will go right, and you," he instructed, but his words stopped when Deadshot shot in the door. Flag scowled, clearly unhappy with the approach. "Well, now they know we're here," Deadshot said and smirked. The all filed in the building. As Harley entered, she didn't miss the roses springing up from the other side of the street. She cackled and skipped through the broken shards of glass. She was going home soon.
Harley saw an opportunity and she grasped it. She pushed Joker into a nearby elevator and hit the up button. She shooed her hyenas inside. "See ya at the top," she called out as the doors closed. She waved at the squad that was looking up at the duo dumbfounded. Joker laughed. She turned and grinned at him. "Think it's time for us to blow this joint," she purred. Soon, she was going to be free again. Oh, the plans she had. They were going to have such fun together. Joker closed the space between them. He pushed her against the glass wall and she gasped. His eyes held such fire behind them. He showed her his metal teeth. "Gotham isn't going to know what to think about you," he growled.
Then, his mouth came crashing down on hers. His teeth nipped at her lips, making them bleed. Harley groaned and snaked her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer to her as he pounded a fist into wall. His hand found her neck and squeezed hard. A creature fell in through the emergency hatch and they broke apart. They growled. Bud and Lou grabbed it by each leg. Harley hooked her arms around the thing's neck and Joker pulled her gun from its holster and shot the thing in its head.
They stared at each other, both panted heavily. They marveled at the almost feral sight of each other. Just think of the chaos they were going to cause together. The elevator binged and the doors opened. The soldiers stood outside their guns aimed at the pair. Harley giggled. "Whatcha staring at?" she mocked, and skipped out. "What can I say? She's crazy," Joker chuckled, and kicked the head of the dead creature as he left. The hyenas trailing after them wagging their tails. Flag sighed.
Deadshot, Flag, and Katana led the way into a large room. "Sir, we've got hostiles on the radar," a solider said in an urgent whispered. The group stilled, silent, waiting on a move. Harley giggled. "Ooooo, time for dinner babies," she squealed. Deadshot snorted. Joker readied his knives in his hands. He was ready for some entertainment.
Then, the ceiling fell in and they were surrounded. Bud and Lou immediately attacked the ones closest to their mother. They ripped off limbs and tossed them to the side. Harley swung her bat around her skillfully. She hummed as she crushed in their skulls. She backflipped away from any that ran up on her and laughed at their efforts. They could at least try to make it a challenge. She reveled in each kill. She soon felt intoxicated. She was an addict getting their fix. She was lost in the destruction and her babies followed her every move. She danced in the death.
Joker sliced any of the creatures that ran at him. He kept finding himself distracted by his harlequin. He hadn't noticed the last thing until it ran right into him. This was a problem. Maybe, she wasn't worth that. He needed to stay focused. He had to find a way out of this situation, even if that meant without her. But, she was fucking glorious. He wanted to bathe in her chaos and cut her open to see what was inside. It was a conundrum. What was he going to do with her?
It seemed like the creatures were after Nitwit, of course. Harley thought they should just let them take him. She'd give him to them with a bow on top. She knew Red was here somewhere… "Surround him," Deadshot instructed. Harley sighed and rolled her eyes, but complied anyway. She held her pistol in her hand with her bat at her side. Bud and Lou stood protectively in front of her. Joker nudged her and she smirked. "Imagine meeting you here," he joked. His machine gun was now in his hands and fired at the things charging them. "Ha. Ha. Ha."
Finally, the last of them fell. Diablo once again had done nothing. Harley approached him, her gun aimed at his head. "I should just end ya now and get it over with it," she hissed and held the barrel to his temple. He met her gaze. "You'd be doing me a favor," he whispers and lowered his head. She stepped back, unimpressed with his weak display. "Settle down Quinn, we got to keep moving," Flag said, and gave her a slight nudge. She turned abruptly. She hadn't given him permission to touch her. "You shouldn't touch what isn't yours," she warned. She skipped back over to Joker's side.
They left the room. Apparently, these fucking things were everywhere, as more appeared above. Joker rolled his jaw. "Hey you, how about you show us what you got," Deadshot shouted, and stood staring at Diablo. The former gangster shook his head and sighed. "Man, I don't do that anymore," he rejected. "Pussy," Harley taunted. Joker smirked. "Come on man, you've been nothing but dead weight," Dead shot retorted, and pushed the other man against the wall.
"Man, don't touch me," Diablo said, and held his hands up. He tried to walk away. Everyone else was firing at the things heading towards them. "Oh, don't touch you," Deadshot taunted and shoved the man again. Diablo once again tried to walk away, but Deadshot hit the back of his head. This happened for a more turns before Diablo stormed to the front of the crowd. Fire shot from his hands and the remaining creatures caught aflame, some falling to their death. Harley marveled at the sight and the Joker held her hand. "Pretty," she cooed.
"Come on, let's keep moving," Flag instructed. He led them the opposite way of the fire that was now diminishing. Harley skipped up to Diablo and kissed his cheek. "I knew you wouldn't let us down," she complimented, before returning to Joker's side. He growled at her and pushed her away. "What? I was just thanking him," she defended. She was hurt. He shook his head in response and walked away. Well, fuck him too, she thought and scowled at his retreating back. She was Harley Fucking Quinn, and she didn't need him. She begrudgingly followed the group. Where the fuck was Red?
