Sometimes you have to lose who you were to find out who you are. -unknown

HQPOV:

Hadley looked at herself in the mirror, holding her shirt up with one hand and poking at her tattoo with the other. Poor thing. Her tattoo had started to peel and it was itching something horrible. I crossed my arms over my chest. Puddin' had been missing a lot lately. He was running here and running there and Hadley and me- we weren't getting much attention. He was always "busy". He always had something more important to deal with. 'Get out of my office, Harley'. 'I can't do this with you right now, Harley'. 'I'm on the fucking phone, Harley'. He'd even broken out his favorite in the past two days, 'So help me God, Harley if you don't…' Quite frankly, I was sick of it. I deserved to have fun.

Hadley let her shirt fall and turned around to face me. I looked her over in her light blue jeans and plain black V-neck t-shirt and gray socks.

"What?" she stood there and stared at me, her hands on her hips.

"I'm bored," I pouted, "I wanna' do somethin' fun!"

"Then, do something fun," Hadley scoffed as she walked around me, throwing her orange hair over her shoulders.

I followed in tow.

"Wanna do something fun with me?" I rushed after her and grabbed one of her hands in both of mine.

I spun her towards me and then put each of her hands in one of mine. I spun us around in a circle in the middle of Puddin's room.

"We can get in to a little girl trouble!" I sang happily.

Girl trouble. There was so much trouble to get in to when you were a girl. I was a little giddy with the thought. I had Hadley now. I didn't have to sit around and be bored by myself. I had a gal pal now. Gal pal.

"Oh my gosh!" I began to jump up and down, "I know what we can do!"

I stopped and paused. Would that even work? I put a hand to my hip and the other beneath my chin while I thought quickly. What could it hurt?

"Let's go!" I decided at once.

What was the worst thing that could happen? I grabbed Hadley's hand and began to drag her towards the bedroom door.

"I don't have shoes on!" Hadley argued.

"Who cares?"

I pulled her in to the hall and to the staircase. I looked down the thing. No Puddin in sight. I jumped on to the railing and turned to look at Hadley as I slid down the stair railing backwards. She ran down the stairs after me, taking two at a time and jumping from the last step just in time for me to crash in to her. She laughed a laugh that made me laugh. That was what family was for. Family was the people that let you crash in to them so that you wouldn't fall.

I spun around and got on my tip toes as I did a not very successful ballet spin towards the front door. I grabbed the first keys my eyes landed on and quickly grabbed Hadley's hand yanking her towards the garage.

"Shouldn't we tell J we're leaving?" Hadley asked as I yanked open the garage door.

"I can't do this with you right now girls," I mocked his voice and Hadley laughed.

I let myself in to the garage. Hadley paused and looked over her shoulder before following after me. I pressed the unlock and watched Puddin's car let out a beep.

It was only fair that if he had no time for his girls that they got to take his car… right? If he wanted to be too busy to entertain me I would have to entertain myself. It was all his fault. He could have just spent time with us. I yanked open the driver's seat door and Hadley ran around the car and got in to the passenger's seat. Oh well. I started the car and pressed the button to open his garage. Puddin's loss.

JPOV:

It was quiet. That was a strange and rare occurrence. I had been keeping a mostly low profile. It had been days since I'd done something menacing to mess with dear old Batsy. I didn't have time. I didn't even have time to break in Hadley. I had to deal with real life issues. I had clubs and restaurants that I owned. They needed my attention at the moment. Money had to come from somewhere. How else would I continue to buy new cars, pay for all the shit that my girls and I needed and wanted and all of my other… expenses. It cost money for scientists to work on new trinkets. I had to pay my damned henchmen something. People that didn't work didn't eat and I didn't plan on starving to death any time soon.

I was working on something new, something bigger and badder and more explosive. I was working on remodeling a club of mine. I had three chefs quit in the matter of two days. I had a henchman with the flu and Harley Quinn in my damned ear asking for my undivided attention every 45 minutes on the dot.

I checked the watch that rested on my left wrist.

I was expecting her any minute now. She would knock and then walk in. She wouldn't ask if I was busy or free. She would waltz in and plop her annoying, bobble-headed ass directly on my desk not caring what important paperwork rested there. She would throw up her legs and cross them and then open her mouth and talk. She would talk about shit that meant nothing to me. She would talk about shit I didn't know shit about. She would talk until I had no idea what she was talking about. She would talk until she had no idea what the hell she was talking about. And with each muttered sentence my temper would flare until there was nothing else for me to do but demand she get the hell out of my office. Hadley would stand in my ajar office door, leaned against it and watch the entire thing the way she normally did, a part of everything, but not really.

I leaned back in my chair. I needed a break. I needed a break and a drink- something strong with a kick.

I pushed back from my desk and snatched my office phone off of the hook before laying the thing on my desk. I looked at my watch again. I could spare a 20 minute break easily.

When I walked out of my office I knew immediately that something was amiss. I slicked my hair back with one hand as I took in Sabastian, Blake and Derek all standing across from my office door. Sabastian had a short glass in his hand, brown liquid in it. He was the person that took the first step towards me. The man had guts, I'd give him that. He held the glass out to me and I took it quickly throwing it back and welcoming the burn it gave off as it slid down my throat.

"What's wrong?" I pushed the glass towards Blake who took it in both hands and relieved himself of the conversation.

"Nothing of immediate concern, J," he assured.

I held up a hand to silence him. I looked at my watch. It had been a total of 49 minutes. I tilted my head to the side and took in the utter silence that was my home.

"Where is Harley?" I smiled at Sabastian who cleared his throat and looked at Derek beside him.

"Harley and Hadley are no longer here," Sabastian said slowly, choosing each word with care.

I licked my top row of teeth.

"Where did they go?" walked around the two men, "My two girls," I clarified, "Where did my two girls go?" I threw an arm around each of them, "Hm?"

I looked from Derek to Sabastian and back again.

"I don't know," Sabastian admitted.

I was surrounding by idiots. Everyone. They were all idiots. My arms fell from their shoulders and I grabbed each of them by the back of their neck.

"Who was supposed to be watching them?" my voice came out quietly, an almost deadly whisper that I hoped held every single thing that I was going to do to mutilate their bodies if I had to break not one, but two girls out of prison.

"No one," Sabastian said quickly, "Sir," he added, "You said you needed all of us to deal with that," he cleared his throat, "other issue."

I thought about that. He was right. I had called all of my men in to my office and delegated jobs that morning. I hadn't assigned anyone to them. Harley had been tamed lately… as tamed as Harley Quinn could be. She was still causing destruction, but it was destruction inside of our home. Her lack of causing havoc outside had caused me to get a little lax. Being surrounded by idiots was making me an idiot.

"There's one more thing," Derek added quietly, "They took your Vaydor."

"They took," I scoffed, "MY Vaydor," my hands fell from around the back of their necks, "The girls took my Vaydor," I repeated and then I felt it surfacing.

I tilted my head back and laughed. Not only had they snuck out, but they'd taken my prized car… and not one of the 20 men that walked around all day had noticed. I hadn't even noticed. I continued to laugh. I didn't care that Derek and Sabastian were both looking at me like I had lost my mind. They were behind. They were so very far behind. I had lost my mind a long, long, long time ago.

HPOV:

When Harley Quinn didn't burn through the streets I was shocked to say the least. She was not a bad driver. She sang loudly and loudened the music to extreme volumes only to then attempt to yell over it. She bobbed her head and hit the steering wheel with her hands as she gave her own personal concert. She drove the way that she lived. Animated.

When she threw the car in to a parking place beside a nice little house in the middle of nowhere I was a little confused but there was no time to ask questions. Harley was out of the car, slamming the door and rushing towards the front door of the house before I could even get my seatbelt off. I scattered trying to get out of the car and jogging towards the front door. I hadn't had time to get shoes and my feet burned through my socks each time it touched the cement. I was more than thankful when I entered the small shaded area in front of the front door. I leaned against the house, not caring how hot the bricks were against my hand as I used my free one to rub the bottom of one of my feet.

That was the first impression Poison Ivy had of me. When she yanked open the front door of her home I attempted to stand up straight quickly. She had big red hair that was a curly mess around her face. She had freckles that littered her nose and cheek bones in a sort of line. She was tall and lean and beautiful. She had a small pointy nose and eyebrows that were perfectly arched. Poison Ivy looked at Harley and then at me.

"Hiya, Red," Harley planted a quick kiss to the girl's cheek, "That's Hadley," she gestured to me, "Hadley this is Red," Harley Quinn brushed past her and entered the house.

"Poison Ivy," she corrected, "but I'll take Ivy."

She took a deep breath before moving to the side and gesturing for me to enter.

"You're with the Joker too?" Ivy asked.

I nodded as I walked around her and in to her home.

"You poor little idiot," she sighed as she slammed her front door shut.