Four days had passed since Harley, Ivy and Selena decided they'd bring the Gotham City Sirens back for a night of fun, and today was finally the Christmas banquet and auction. They'd already got the tools for the job and were dressed to go.

Because Ivy had strange green and red blotches all over her skin she had a deep green, tight long-sleeved dress that fell to the floor covering her completely, while enhancing her curves perfectly. She had a little eyeliner and mascara on even though she really didn't need it, and she wore a black wig over her thick red curls just for good measure.

The people of Gotham didn't remember criminals by their face, only their getup. If they were to see a sexy woman in a sexy dress they wouldn't think they could possibly be Poison Ivy. So for the girls it would be easy to get in.

Selena wore a strapless purple dress, its material wrapped around her chest and faded from a dark purple to a light. Her blonde hair was covered with a brunette wig, and had lovely dark purple lips and makeup.

Harley wore a red lacey dress; it was see-through around her chest and stomach, but the flowery lace covered her nipples. The dress was tight around her until her bellybutton then it flowed out in a mess of red lace. Her fake blonde hair was now washed out completely, being replaced with her original light brown that was in a fishtail braid falling down to her ribs. She had deep red lips and black smoky eye makeup.

It was about 6:30 when they arrived at the museum ready to pull of their heist. The only problem was: they weren't the only ones. Eddie, Jonathan, good ol' Osie, and a few of Two-Face's lackeys were there.

"Shit! We didn't even fucking think about that goddammit!" Harley cursed at the two women standing next to her with thinking looks on their face. "What the hell are we going to do?"

Ivy shrugged then looked at Selena, who remained stuck in her thoughts. "Well?" Harley asked annoyed that Selena had yet to move.

Selena replied, "Let's just play it out, and see what happens. Maybe we can cut a deal with one of them; I know Jonathan is probably after that high tech science equipment, so no problem there. I'm pretty sure Oswald is after the publicity, I heard people were talking about his possible involvement at that incident down by the docks, saying something about how he's never seen at charity events anymore, shit like that. And I believe Edward and Harv are after the money and jewels. We can handle them, Harvey's men will be a piece of cake, as will Edward, fighting has never been his strong suit." She shrugged.

"You sure Cats?" Ivy asked giving her an uneasy look.

"Come on Red, its Harvey Dent's henchmen and Edward Nigma, possibly Jonathan Crane. We got this." Harley reminded her.

"She's got a point," Selena said giving an agreeing shrug and nod. "Alright, let's go I'm freezing." They flashed their 'invitations' at the door man, and headed inside.

The museum was beautiful; it was an old fashioned mansion off 42nd street. The inside was almost like a ballroom but a little smaller, there were amazing paintings hung all over the place, soft music played all about the room. If all of the stuck up rich people were gone this would have been fun for them, but the idea of people like that made them sick, so they really only saw this as a job. They discussed who they needed to talk to before they headed their separate ways.

Ivy made her way over to the owner of the building to talk about the auction, trying to figure out where the artifacts were being stored.

Selena walked over to the man who was running the auction, seeing how much jewels and other pretty things were going to be auctioned off and how long they had to steal everything.

And Harley went to talk to the funder/supplier, she needed to find were the money was being held. They had the money and the toys in different areas.

As she was making her way through the crowed she bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"She tried her best at an Australian accent but then stopped when she realized who it was. "Oh Jonathan, funny seeing you here, how are you?" She asked innocently.

He gave a distasteful humph then replied, "Yes, how funny… I'm fine, and yourself Harleen?" Jonathan wasn't usually one to 'checkout' a woman; he cared about their brain, not their body. But once he took a second to compose his disgust for the she-clown, he found his eyes slowly trailing down the very thing he had no interest for. He was very surprised at how nicely she'd cleaned up; oh how he hated the 'punk' attire she usually wore.

Harley also found herself staring at how well he'd cleaned up. Granted he was always pretty professional looking, but this time he looked even better. His slightly long hair that was usually messy around his face was combed back and he had dyed it black, it was a bit surprising how that changed his face, but it did. His glasses were gone (she liked him better with them on), he had a black suit on with a light blue tie, and unlike the usual book smell he always had she could smell a small amount of cologne on him.

They stood there for a few minutes admiring each other before Harley spoke. "Look Crane, don't fuck up this up, hear me? We're after two different things, don't get that confused. If you do-"

"What Harleen? I don't think you should make empty threats; you're not good at them. Besides, I could break you without even trying." He stepped closer to her. "Your too week Harleen. You try to pretend your tough, but you're not. I know your deepest darkest fears," He took another step, breathing in her ear "and I'd love to use them against you, I'd love to watch you squirm and scream in terror."

She ignored what he'd said and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him just a little closer, then continued in a deadly serious whisper, "I will give you someone to fear," As she said it she reached into his pocket and grabbed his glasses, then walked by him, bumping his shoulder on purpose. The people around them stared for a second before returning to their drinks and frivolous conversations.

That should make stealing that equipment a little harder. How do you steal what you can't see? She laughed in her head. He was probably walking around blind until he was ready to steal, then he'd whip out his handy dandy glasses. Not this time. He really should have taken her advice and worn contacts like she did, it made everything a hell of a lot easier.

A small smirk played across his features as he walked off, swearing he'd get her one day. He reached into his pocket and noticed his glasses were gone. He turned around and looked at her as she put them on, giving him a wink. "That little…"

"Yeesh, he really is blind, holy shit." Harley walked around for a little before she found who she was looking for. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink then turned to the handsome bachelor.

"Mister Wayne is it?" She asked faking her Australian accent again. He cocked his head to the side and let his eyes wander over her strong form before he replied.

He nodded his head and flashed a smug smile. "Yes ma'am, the one and only, and who might you be?"

She put on her seductive smile and replied, "Juniper Ashen."

"That's a very pretty name Miss Ashen."

She faked embarrassment, "Oh thank you Mister Wayne, that's a very nice of you to say." She nearly laughed as he shifted from her breathing his name. You'd think he'd be used to it.

"So, Miss Ashen what brings you here?" He asked taking a sip of his drink.

"Honestly, I haven't a clue," She laughed. "I hate these things," She motioned to the crowed of people in front of them.

"Why?" He asked interested, it wasn't everyday he found an attractive woman who shared the same thought as him. He stared at her longer and started to think he knew her somehow, she looked so familiar to him.

"Because, everybody in this room is the same, they all care about money and publicity, nothing more. They live on cloud nine as others strive to stay alive, strive to keep warm and have food, and strive to keep their families off the streets." For a second her accent was gone and he was confused, but it came back and he shook it off, he probably had too much to drink.

"It's sad really, that they have no clue of the scum that plague this city that destroy it. They don't know the worlds gone to shit; they don't know how many lives they've ruined. And it makes me sick; I can't stand having to associate myself with such people."

Harley strangely found herself agreeing with her own words, even if she was part of that scum. The rich were oblivious to the world around them unless their money was stolen, or it made them look bad. If somebody were to die at the hands of a random person they wouldn't care, they wouldn't want to spend their time on some 'peasant' as they'd call them, god forbid they'd be caught helping somebody like that.

Yeah Harley was a psychotic murdering clown, but she to some extent had a sense of twisted morals. What was that quote? You have to believe in something, or you'll fall for everything. Harley didn't believe in a higher power, she was never a religious person. But she believed in her rationalization of a 'moral code', she believed in what she did, even if it made no sense whatsoever.

She never killed somebody who didn't deserve it to begin with. She never killed the homeless who were there because they were laid off and couldn't pay their bills anymore, or the people who worked hard for their families. Joker did, to him they were all the same, the rich the pore, didn't matter to him. It did to her. Everybody she'd killed did something… raped, killed, stole, cheated, beat their child, ruined lives, lied… something.

Harley deserved to die as well; she knew she was no different than the rest of them. But she'd make some excuse to justify it, that 'she did what the world couldn't' or 'she was helping the world'. She knew that in the end, it didn't matter. She was still a murderer, she still got off on killing someone, she still enjoyed watching them die, and she still got pleasure knowing that another piece of scum like them was gone. She always would, she knew that. She didn't care, never would.

Bruce listened to her and was a little shocked; she really didn't seem like a woman to share his view point. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, and wanted to say something but didn't know what. Thankfully she continued.

"They're too busy with their shopping sprees and party's to do something about it. And they don't- I'm sorry, I'm getting too carried away." She laughed nervously.

"No, no, no, I'm enjoying your thoughts." He assured her.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Question though, what exactly are they doing here? What's this auction even about?" She sounded interested as she looked around.

"Oh, they're auctioning off some artifacts and jewelry to raise money for the St. Networth's Children's Hospital." He replied.

"Hmm, do you know where the funds are being stored so that I could place a donation? I tried to do so earlier but I couldn't for the life of me find where to go." She laughed.

"Oh yes, here let me take you." He took her hand and led her off to a hallway. There was a man behind a desk who was calculating some numbers and mumbling to himself.

"Excuse me sir, this lovely lady would like to place a donation." Bruce smiled and the man handed her a slip to fill out and took her check. Harley saw a well-dressed man come out of a heavily guarded room and walk back into the main room. That must be where the money is, she thought.

"Thank you sir, have a nice day." She gave the man a nod and walked away with Bruce. Harley was about to talk but looked at the clock and realized it was time for her to go find Ivy and Selena.

"Oh, Mister Wayne I do apologize but I have to leave you." She smiled.

"Bruce, please call me Bruce."

"Bruce, I enjoyed talking with you." She kissed his cheek before turning to walk away.

"I'd love to talk with you again Miss Ashen. How long are you in town?" He asked her naked back, noticing all her tattoos. They looked familiar, especially the words on her right shoulder blade…

Let me be patient, let me be kind, make me unselfish without being blind. I may have faith to make mountains fall, but if I lack love then I am nothing at all.

He could have sworn Harley had that same tattoo. No. He shook the thought out of his head. She wasn't Harley. He saw sincerity in her eyes when she was talking. She wasn't lying.

She turned to look at him and replied, "As long as you'd like Bruce. Maybe I'll come see you some time." She gave a wink and disappeared into the crowd.

She found Ivy and Selena back at the entrance, "The money is being held down there, behind that door." Harley pointed to the hallway where she'd given the man her check. "It looks like a there's a finger print scanner, and you need a key card and password to get in, but in the blueprints, it looks like there's a room down in the basement directly below, we can blow a hole and get the money easy, fifteen minutes, tops."

"Good. The auction starts in forty minutes; we have to get a move on." Selena said, looking down at her watch. "Ivy?"

"They're holding the jewels down in the basement, room 3446. You need a voice and retinal scan, and you need a key card." She replied.

"If they were smart, they'd use two different key cards," Selena said, taking out a card from her bra and looking at it.

"But let's be real, when are they ever smart?" Harley laughed. "I'm sure they work for both, but we only need it for the one downstairs." Harley sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll get the eye, Ivy, you get the finger, Selena go down and take out the guards, we'll meet you there when we've got everything."

As they were heading to grab their tools, gunshot and screams erupted throughout the room.

That's when they heard a bone chilling voice they recognized, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

"Ah shit,"