Introduction to an End

Chapter 7

A Quick Chase

"Three days! Three days of peace and in one moment it's all destroyed!" Commissioner Gordon yelled at Officer Ramirez.

Gordon sat at his desk and buried his head in his hands. He looked up from his hands and at the dozens of pictures on his desk, every one of them having Harley performing different poses.

"Yet another freak. I bet this has to do something with the explosion." Gordon said, calmly pointing at the pictures.

"I gotta say sir, this city is a magnet for freaks," Ramirez said.

"What do ya mean?" Gordon asked, looking up from the pictures.

"Well first we gotta a man who dresses up like bat, a guy who dresses in a scarecrow mask, a clown, a man with two faces, and now yet another clown." Ramirez replied, smartly.

Gordon's right eye twitched. He shook his head back into reality. Just then another fellow officer burst through his office door.

"Sir, you gotta check the news out!"


Bruce sat on his bed, clad in a grey suit, staring at the picture of Harley.

Does this really have to do something with the Joker? Bruce thought, staring deep into the pictures eyes.

"Sir, you gotta check the news out!" Alfred yelled, running into the room, flipping on the TV. Bruce stood and looked at the TV.

Triss Cannon tugged nervously at the collar of her shirt. Next to her sat a TV. On the TV though, laid Harley's smiling face.

"Hiya Gotham!" she yelled, waving through the screen, "Now that I got all of youses attention. We can begin!" she looked to her right, as if she was looking at Triss.

"Ms. Quinn," beads of sweat rolled down Triss's face, "What brings you to the show?"

"Well, before I threatened to kill you and your three kids, I, me, myself... and another person, will take this beauty of a ride," the camera turned to a dark grey Lamborghini, then turned back, "and ride it around Gotham, doing whatever the heck we want! Now, if any cops or civilians, especially ones with pointy ears, want to try and stop us, they… can… try…" Harley leaned in close to the camera, her face turning serious, "Bye!" she yelped, the TV turned off.

Triss sighed with relief. Just then the TV turned back on.

"By the way… I hate your show," Harley said, pointing then waving. A massive explosion erupted from the TV, the explosion reaching the camera, causing it to go blank.

Bruce looked next to him, "Al--"

"Already on it sir," Alfred yelled from the hall. Bruce bolted after him.


Bruce took the elevator down into the Batman's Lair, surprised to find the Tumbler waiting. He noticed keys coming right toward him and caught them.

"Try not to blow this one up," said Lucius Fox, walking up to him.

"Uh… sure… but what are the keys for?" Bruce asked.

Fox shrugged, "I don't know," he said, taking the keys away from him.

Bruce looked at the Tumbler, but quickly shook his head back into reality. He didn't have time to admire it.


Harley hummed a jaunty tune as she drove the foreign car, going way over three hundred miles an hour. Dee clung tightly to the passenger seat, flinching every time they nearly missed a turn or crashed into something.

"Where is he?" Harley yelled, looking behind her. Dee slowly turned his head to her. His eyes wide with fear. Harley noticing he was staring at her, breathing heavily, and his eyes were wide open, she asked, "What's wrong," she tilted her head, staring back at him. Dee looked back in front of him and whimpered. Harley looked back at that way herself and noticed they were heading directly for a building. Harley sighed and rolled her eyes. She turned right, easily avoiding the building.

No more than a few seconds had past, before the Tumbler erupted from a concrete wall, turning after Harley. Bruce, fully clad in the bat suit, said, "Damn, missed my turn."

Harley looked into the rearview mirror, "The chase is on!" she yelled, excitedly, speeding up, if that was even possible. She looked at Dee, "What are ya waitin' for? Shoot him!" she yelled at him.

Dee woke up, quickly noticing what was going on, pulled out an assault rifle from the back seat. He leaned out the window and opened fire at the large black tank following them. The bullets ricocheted off the pursuing vehicle, not even scratching it.

"Well that's not gonna work," Dee said, pulling himself back into the car.

"Gawad," Harley yelled, "I am such an adrenaline junkie!" she yelled, speeding up. She snickered and rolled down her window. She flipped cruise control on and grabbed a grenade. Half her body was out of the window, as she pulled the grenade pin with her mouth. Dee reached over and grabbed the steering wheel, trying to keep the car straight.

Harley held down the strap to keep the grenade from detonating. She waited for the right moment before throwing it. The grenade landed on the vehicle it and got lodged between a few armor plates. Batman's eyes widened and quickly came to a full stop. The grenade went flying off the vehicle and exploded in the air. He quickly sped back up, continuing the chase.

"Rats!" Harley said, crossing her arms, just then the car turned left, forcing her back into it.

Harley straightened herself in the seat and noticed Dee steering, "What are you doing?" she asked, looking at his hands and then back at him.

"Um… uh…" Dee stuttered, thinking the answer was obvious.

Harley slapped his hands several times, before he let go, "Me drive," she said, angrily, keeping her hands off the steering wheel and sped up. Just then cops entered the equation, tightly following the Tumbler.

Harley adjusted the rearview mirror and looked into it, noticing the flashing lights. "Oh goody!" she said, putting her hands back on the steering wheel, "More fun!" she smiled.

From out of nowhere a diesel truck, with a large cargo attached, stop a couple hundred of yards in front of them. Harley's smile stretched further, as she sped up.

Dee noticed what was going on, "No!" he yelled.

"Yes…" Harley replied.

"No…"

"Yes…"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!" Dee yelled, throwing his hands in front of his eyes, as they easily slid under the cargo section of the truck. Dee slowly lowered his hands, he turned to Harley and she just smiled at him. Dee quickly put on his seatbelt.

The Tumbler exploded from the center of the off the cargo section. Batman smirked, definitely enjoying, that the Tumbler was back.

The cop cars weren't so lucky, as some were forced to crash into the truck, but some made it through the giant hole, provided by Batman.

It was only then, did Harley notice, that the chase has carried on too long. They were too close to their destination.

"Time to lose 'em," she said, smiling, strapping on her seatbelt. Suddenly she turned, hitting a curb causing the car to ride on two wheels. She slipped into an alley way. The car's wheels landing on the wall. It sped through the alley way at an angle, with Dee screaming all the way.

Batman pulled up to the alley way, noticing the Tumbler, and the other police cars, were way too big to fit through. He looked forward; a road sloped downward, giving room for a bridge to be put above it. The road continued on for a mile or two. He slammed his fist, knowing by the time he had gone around it, he would have lost Harley.

Batman heard the cops not too far behind. He sped down the road. It was his turn to get lost.

The Lamborghini plopped down at the end of the alley way. Dee stopped screaming and opened his eyes. He looked at Harley. Her eyebrow was raised, as she stared at him. Dee looked back forward, sinking back into his seat, avoiding her gaze.

Harley laughed, as the car continued onward into the night.


Harley pulled up to a large, garage door. A man came out of a small door next to the garage. He was dressed up in grey overalls. He walked up to the driver's window. Harley rolled it down and smiled up at the man.

"Nice, nice," he said, looking the car up and down. He then pulled out a small remote and pressed a button on it. The garage door began to open. The man walked up to it and slipped under it. He turned on some lights and waved Harley inside.

Harley entered the garage. As soon as they were in, the man closed the garage door. Harley and Dee got out of the car. Harley slammed her door shot, but Dee decided to lean on his for support. He was still shaking after their "little ride."

"Wassup, I'm Josh," he said, shaking hands with Harley.

"Harley," she said, smiling. After a few moments of silence, "Business?" she said, shrugging.

"Oh, right!" Josh said and began looking the car up and down. After quite some time, he stood up and said, "Ten grand."

Harley's eyes widened, "That's it?"

"Yep," Josh said, smirking.

"That's weak!" she yelled back.

Josh laughed, "What would you offer?" he said, still smirking.

Harley pointed at herself, a large smile appearing on her face, "Well first the car's value alone, and then all the trouble me and Dee had to go through getting it here…" Harley tilted her hand back and forth, "I'd say about five hundred grand!" she said, loudly.

Josh's jaw dropped, "Five hundred Gs? Are you high?"

"Yeah a little," Harley said, smirking. Josh not noticing Dee behind him, with jumper cables wrapped firmly in his hands.

"There is no way in hell--" he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. Dee kicked him in the back of his legs, causing him to fall to his knees. Dee, then, wrapped the cables around his neck. Josh tried tugging at the cables, but Dee's powerful arms held them in place.

Harley walked up and crouched down in front of Josh, "That… or ya life!" she said, smiling.

Josh nodded, vigorously agreeing. Harley waved her hand and stood back up. Dee then let him go. Josh coughed, as air rushed back into his lungs.

Harley snapped her fingers, "We don't have all night!" she said, impatiently.

Josh stood, still rubbing his neck, "This way," he said. He led them to a small room; the room had nothing but a large safe and a few shelves with tools. Josh quickly put in the combo and opened the safe, revealing hundreds of hundred dollar bills. Josh began putting some of it into a duffel bag.

Harley waved her hand. Dee picked up a nearby wrench. He walked up to Josh and slammed the wrench into the back of his head, leaving, Josh, dazed. But this was all he needed. He grabbed Josh's hands and tied them together with jumper cables. When he was done, he dragged Josh out of the room and back into garage. Harley took Josh's place and began shoving all of the money into the bag. Dee noticed a small nearby platform, with an engine hanging above it. Dee placed Josh on the platform and tied his hands onto a nearby pipe.

Josh shook his head back into reality. Taking a few moments to realize where he was. He looked at the engine above him and began tugging violently at his bonds, but to no avail.

Dee pulled a small lever causing the engine to drop. Josh screamed as it did. Dee quickly reached over and grabbed the chain holding it up. The engine only hung a few feet away from Josh's face.

"Please don't kill me!" he begged, looking at Dee.

Dee raised an eyebrow, "Why?" he asked and letting go of the chain. Josh screamed, as the engine slammed into his face.


"Bullshit!" Harley yelled. Dee dropped his poker cards onto the table in frustration. They were both in the small shack at the nearby playground. Harley snickered, as she pulled a small pile of money towards her.

Dee lit a cigarette and threw the lighter onto the table. "So?" he asked, "We're playing a game of cards, with our own money, which seems pointless, if I may add, but what do we do now?"

Harley leaned back into her chair, placing her hands behind her head, and stared at the ceiling. "We got the cash to supply us with the stuff we need and to get new recruits. I think it's time we get our name heard," she said, still staring at the ceiling.

"But people already know who you are," countered Dee.

"Yes, but I want everyone to know," she tilted her chair back forward, "Get some boys, we gotta a city to burn," she ordered Dee.

"What made you hate Gotham so much?" Dee asked, crossing his arms.

Harley looked back at the ceiling, "We live in a chaotic world…" she looked back at him, "I'm just helping it burn…"