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Wicked Games

When Harley tells her Puddin that Harry had not given in to her, but had only made minimum attempts to escape - he's thrilled. "Oh - you've got yourself a tough one, baby." The Joker states gleefully, running his hands through her hair from her spot on his lap. "They're always the best - especially if they're smart. They'll put up a hell of a fight - then crack like an egg when you find their weakness."

Harley giggled at the joy in her Puddin's tone, snuggling into him as she asks: "What'd you think I should do Puddin?"

"Hm..." Mister J hums, his finger twirling a strand of her hair around his finger as he thought. A smile then breaks out across his features, revealing his silver capped teeth. "He said he has a 'Saving People Thing' - maybe we should bring him along on the next job..."

Harley grins at the idea, turning to kiss his mouth. "You're brilliant Puddin."

"In more ways than one." He growls possessively, gripping her hair tightly as he crashed his lips to hers.

If Harley felt anything but pleasure in her stomach, she was quick to push it away.

H~H

Her Puddin was right. That's all Harley can think as Harry fights Frosty and his buddy- managing to get in several good hits despite having a bag over his head as they try to drag him up to where Harley and the Joker stand in the now empty bank. Finally, Frosty - having a busted lip and a slowly forming black-eye - gripped the boys shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. "Feisty fucker." The man comments with a grin.

That grin is quickly wiped when the boy slams his head backwards into the man's groin. As he whimpered, Harry spat out: "Why the fuck are you crying? I didn't feel anything under there - thank God." Harley lets out a laugh at that, causing Harry's head to whip around to the sound of her voice. "What's with the goons and the bag Harley?"

"Aw, don't be mean to our friends sugar." Harley pouts, readjusting her grip on the baseball bat.

Harry snorts. "Sure, you all swapped friendship bracelets after exchanging death threats and money over martinis."

His sarcasm earns him a slap over the head from a still red-faced Frosty while the Joker chuckled. "You nailed it kid. But we're not here to discuss the nature of our friendships -" The Joker strolled over, and ripped the bag from the boy's head - the promise of blood in his smile. "We're here - to play a little game."

For a second, Harry looked confused - then his eyes widened with horror as his gaze flickered between the ten captives surrounded by three men with rifles, all on their knees with their hands behind their heads. As soon as they noticed the green-eyed boy, they all began to whimper and cry. The Joker rolls his eyes at the sounds; firing a bullet into the air to silence them while Harley gazes at Harry - Surprised to see the vulnerability in his eyes...

Then, they shutter - becoming cold as he glares up at Mister J. "What the fuck is this?"

"Tut, tut, language boy -" The Joker warns, wagging his finger scoldingly at Harry. "Otherwise, you forfeit, and you don't want to do that..." The Joker paused dramatically, giving Harry time to respond. He stayed silent - though his eyes managed to speak volumes. "Now, the way this game works is that I am going to put five bullets in this gun -" As he says this, the Joker opens the gun and allows the bullets at all fall out onto the floor while Harley rushed to hand him five -

She feels Harry's gaze on her the whole time she put on a show of handing over the bullets one by one - and for some odd reason her smile does not feel so bright when she places a kiss on the Joker's cheek once she's done, taking her spot beside him.

The Joker spins the chamber after placing the bullets in, then closes it, taking the safety off. He looks at Harry; his eyes wild. "And you are going to choose the order in which I shoot these fine people."

Harry's mask slipped, revealing the first sign of disgust that Harley had ever seen from him. "If I refuse?"

"Then instead of only half of them dying -" The Joker states, making his three friends raise their rifles on que, all pointed in the direction of the prisoners. Mister J grins at seeing the flicker of fear that passes over the boy's face. "They all die."

Harley watched the storm of emotions in Harry's eyes - watching each come to the surface with every passing second. Disgust, hate, fear -worry...

They seem to reflect with the lights that hung above them - all of them dimming slightly as a new emotion came to the boy's eyes.

Captivated by the sight, Harley almost misses it when his eyes meet hers - the burning feeling on the back of her neck being the only thing had tore her gaze from the lights. For a second Harley feels like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Betrayal...

A minute later, she draws in a breath and grins so wide that all her teeth show. She had never betrayed him. Her loyalty was to her Puddin and she had done nothing to show him otherwise -

Even if she had, it would have been his mistake to trust her.

Despite her resolve, her smile still fades as Harry's expression hardens before turning away from her; fists tight by his sides as he gazes at all of the prisoners: four women, five men and a child no older than ten. She sees his gaze linger on the child - another emotion breaking across the surface as the light just above her flickers quickly. It's there for only a minute before disappearing, but not until she was able to tell what it was: Determination.

"How do I know you won't shoot the ones left alive?" Harry spits out, making the Joker's smile falter. "Despite your questionable morals, I know you value your word - give me it, and I'll choose."

"You're hardly in the position - " Mister J begins, anger lacing his tone.

Harry cuts him off. "You want to 'break me' right? Well, I don't get how you're going to manage that if there was nothing I could do to save these people in the first place. Sure, you can torture me afterwards - rip me apart piece by piece - but that's only going to break me physically and knowing how your temper is - you probably won't stop until I'm dead." Harry was the one smiling now, bitter and savage as he looked at the Joker. "So,you either give me your word that you, Harley and your Hench-men won't do anything to those who live - or you won't get what you want from me."

There was a pause filled with tension so thick it was nearly suffocating. Then, Mister J acknowledged: "You've got balls kid. All right, I give you my word that I, the Joker, my Queen, and my friends will not harm any of the bastards that lady luck allows to live."

"Good." Harry says after a long moment of study, making the Joker grin and Harley let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

Instantly, the Joker makes his way towards the line-up of people: "Whose first, kid?"

Harry grits his teeth, and Harley can see the whites of his knuckles as his gaze flickers over each and every one of the people bound - Then Harry stops, his gaze meeting those of an elder man who sits silently while the others whimper behind their gags. An silent understanding seems to pass between them. With gritted teeth, Harry hisses out: "Him."

Gleefully, the Joker bounds over, aiming the gun to the back of the man's head. "You sure about this Kid?"

Harry doesn't look at him, his eyes are only on the man who - to everyone's shock - smiles.

Harley notices the lights flickering increasing, causing everyone to look up in confusion. Frowning, the Joker looks up, gun still pressed against the man's head: "What the fuck is with the lighting?"

As if to respond, the room plunges into darkness.

Instantly - the sound of a gunshot goes off - along with the sound of people getting to their feet and running. In the blackness - Harley can hear the Joker shout: "Shoot damn it! Shoot!"

There are several clicks and their men yelling: "The gun's jammed!"

Seconds later, Harley hears the sound of a rifle back-firing. She tries to see through the blackness - tries to make out the figures running, to see if any of them were Harry...

Suddenly, the lights spring to life - revealing a scene that manages to stun the Queen of Gotham. The old man was dead - a gunshot wound to the head, and so was one of their guys - bleeding out onto the floor from a hole in the middle of his chest.

Frost and his two remaining boys looked shocked, the two still trying to get their rifles to fire...

Harry hadn't moved from his spot - his green eyes expressing an emotion that simultaneously rouses Harley's anger and curiosity. Satisfaction.

As soon as her Puddin begins to turn however - his face murderous - Harry's eyes become blank, and he develops a confused expression as the King of Gotham strolls over to him - practically shaking with rage. "What the fuck did you do, kid?"

"I just choose." Harry responds with a shrug.

In reply, the Joker lets out a giggle - delivering a right hook to Harry's face. "What are you useless bastards still doing here? Go find those people!" He yells to his men as Harry spits out some blood onto the floor.

"No."

Harley freezes - as does everyone else. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room as the Joker slowly looks down at the boy, grabbing him by his shirt collar and hauling him up so that they were nose to nose. "What did you say to me?" He growls out, voice low, deadly.

Harry narrows his eyes. "No. We had a deal - you said that if I choose, you would let anyone who lady luck allowed to live go." Harry jerks his head in the direction of the old man while the Joker's grip tightened. "I choose him - then, the lights went out and rest of them escaped. If that isn't luck, I don't know what is." He met the gaze of the Joker - the glints of steel returning to his eyes. "The game's over, Mister J. I kept my end up - now you need to keep yours."

The Joker's face was frighteningly still for a moment while Harley and the men marveled at the fact that the master of trickery had been loop-holed. Then Mister J smiles - a cold, terrifying smile. "Let's play a new game then: you said you can handle being torn apart piece by piece..." The Joker's hands closed around Harry's throat and started to squeeze. "How many can I tear you into while you're still alive?"

"Puddin." Harley spoke up as Harry let out a cough - knowing she would not get her chance to play with Harry anymore if she didn't speak up. "He needs to be punished Puddin; but I still need to break him. Torturing him won't do that - "

"I'm getting too much déjà vu from this." The Joker notes at her words, his eyes moving to his hand at Harry's throat to Harley who had stepped closer to him. "'Sides, the kid's all talk baby. He'll learn a whole new meaning of pain when I'm done with him."

A wheezing sound escaped Harry, and Harley is astonished to realize that it was a laugh. She uses it as a chance to continue: "Then let the boys play with him for a bit - but don't damage him beyond use." Harley allowed a savage smile to play up the corners of her lips. "If he really did do this - then don't ya want to figure out how?"

She sees the grip on Harry loosen a bit at her point, sees the pensive expression cross over his features. "Hm - you've got a point there, doll." The Joker acknowledges, his grip loosening a bit more to allow Harry to breath in deeply. "But whose to say he won't try another stunt if he is?" His hand closed again, though not as strongly.

"Leave that to me, Puddin." Harley tells him with a smile. That seems to be enough for the Joker, who releases Harry who falls in a heap upon the floor before being grabbed under the arms by Frost.

"You heard my Queen." The Joker tells Frost with a smile as he pulled Harley against him, hands on her ass. "You and your boys can show him some of your toys."

Harry continues to glare at them until the bag is shoved on his head - covering his intense gaze as he is dragged away.

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