AN: Okay, so no Harley POV this time, but it's time to introduce everyone's favorite murderous plant lady! Also I'm sorry if Jerome's a bit OOC, this chapter was mainly plot, I might go back and edit it later when I'm not running off of 3 hours of sleep. But I promise for more cuteness and Gotham City Sirens in the next few chapters! Also the mentioned Quinzel sisters are Harley's aunt and mother: Mabel and Hayley. Song is Strange Love by Halsey. Thank you to everyone's who ever followed/favorited/reviewed All Fun and Games! Please tell me if you have any questions, comments, and critiques! Happy reading!

Chapter 11: Breakout

And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream

They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak

Of course, that's how the newspapers printed it. In reality, Harley had been the one to start the fire. In addition, the girl had used one new inmate by the name of Jervis Tetch, a small teenager with a tech obsession. A few batted eyelashes later and Tetch was at her fingertips, rewiring the appropriate panels to let every patient out. The halls were a mess with guards trying to wrestle the inmates back into their cells, along with trying not to lose their lives to the ones that had been in solitary. Jerome had been uncharacteristically out of the action, instead taking his time with a certain guard that had eyed up his harlequin one too many times.

By the time Harley had gotten to the basement and had managed to free a nearly fully aware Jonathan, Jerome was whistling away, an Arkham guard's hat perched on his head. Harley had never been so glad to see him. The girl ran to Jerome, embracing him. She was stunned when Jerome enclosed his arms around her, but still pleased. And then came the glint of the gun in his hand, and sharp blow with it to her head. The blonde crumpled to the ground, only slightly stirring when Jerome picked her up bridal style.

"Gotta make it realistic," He said to her, even though she was out cold.

Jonathan didn't approve.

"The hell? Harleen isn't- she's not a threat," Jonathan managed to splutter out.

Jerome simply rolled his eyes, theatrically turning towards the boy. So this was Insane Crane. To be honest, Jerome expected something a little more threatening. This tiny kid had kept his harlequin's attention for years? That simply wouldn't do. They'd have a talk when she woke up, about possibly gaining her a few more beefy friends. At the very least, ones that didn't look like they spent their nights in a crack house, shooting up his veins with dirtied needles. Oh, needles for fingers. Now that would be intimidating.

"Are you listening? Fix her," Jonathan whined. Jesus H Christ that kid had a whiny voice.

Jerome simply turned and strode down the hallway. He didn't have time for this pathetic excuse of a human being. He had guards to kill and a Harley to fuck, skinny teenagers be damned. Unfortunately, that skinny teenager was hellbent on making sure Harley was 'okay'. Why the hell would he care? She wasn't his. Harley was Jerome's, plain and simple. Her well being was his to worry over and his to control.

As the unlikely trio strode through the hallways of the asylum, Jonathan seemed actually giddy at the amount of chaos. Any resistance was met with either a quick shot to the head, or pressing the smoking barrel to Harley's head and a wicked smile. Jonathan started to look on in glee at the uproar caused by the loose inmates. Hm, maybe the kid wasn't so bad. But then he had to ruin the moment by screaming as Jerome shot a guard point blank. Blood spattered over the three, causing Harley to stir. Goddamn humans. Why did they always have to bleed so much? Sure, it was useful for some things, but not when one was trying to make a relatively easy getaway. Jerome didn't want to do this much killing, there was simply no point to it all. No meaning, hidden or blatant. No inside joke to it all.

The rest had gone surprisingly smooth, albeit Jonathan constant whining. The three had walked out with minimal damage. The exception was a guard who had grazed Harley with his nightstick. Not even enough to remotely hurt, but enough to set Jerome off. The guard was shot four times, the shots copying the scratch marks Harley had received. And then they walked out the door, Jonathan hot wiring a car. Of course, Jerome dumped his skinny ass right next to the nearest building, but still. One had to commend the redhead for his patience. In any other situation Jonathan would be belly up in the nearest river.

"J... It hurts," Harley mumbled out from her place on the passenger seat. Her hand was in her hair, no doubt on the bump that was beginning to form.

Jerome spared a moment to glance at his harlequin. All his. She belonged to him completely now. And he couldn't help the flooding of his ego when she tried to move closer to him.

•••

A month after the breakout, Ivy Pepper was the first person to lay eyes on Harley Quinzel. She was with the redheaded crazy, the one they all knew of as J, but had never found a real name for. The boy, well he was an Underworld legend. The last surviving member of the MANIAX, also the only person to have broken out of Arkham Asylum twice. He had a record on him and hadn't even turned 19. There had also been a spree of killings that no one had confessed to, but if the purple swirly 'J' spray painted at every crime scene had been something to go on, it was him.

And then there was Harley,the light to his eternal darkness. Stories had been whispered about how she was the only one who could calm him down somewhat, how she had made the murderer weak. Ivy thought the girl had to be high on some nasty shit, it was the only way to even stomach being around J. He walked like the entirety of Gotham was his playground. It made Ivy sick.

Ivy had spotted the two outside of Penguin's hideout, speaking to Butch. J's arm was slung around Harley's shoulders, both looking like they were having the time of their lives. When the blonde turned to glance down the street, Ivy instantly felt she was in love. Kiss bitten lips were the first thing the redhead noticed, and then the big blue eyes. Her hair, while unbrushed, looked at least somewhat clean, which was more than Ivy could say for her own hair at the moment. The girl was an angel, all tied up in a Narrows' accent.

Ivy hid behind the building in her alley, staring at the two. She was so engrossed as the couple walked off, that the faint scraping of boots behind her was lost to the girl.

"Someone's got a crush," a lilting voice teased.

The redhead whirled around, coming face to face with Cat. Cat was certainly a strange one, their friendship born out of common experience and necessity. However, Ivy was odd as well, so she had no room to talk.

"Do not!" The redhead hissed. "She's interesting."

"Mmhm, alright. So do you wanna know about them or nah?" Cat asked.

After moment's hesitation, Ivy nodded.

"After she broke him outa Arkham, they both layer low for a while. But then he chopped up the Quinzel sisters and they got more bold. Penguin wants them under his control, Ginger there's a bit of a loose cannon. And apparently not too bad of a firebug either," Cat explained with a shrug, even though she hesitated on the word 'firebug'. "And they need the money. Blondie's the newest waitress at the Iceberg."

Ivy took all of this in, nodding at the appropriate times. "Cat... About the job cleaning tables..."

The curly haired girl laughed. "Now you want it? Fine. I'll talk to Butch. Also-" The cat burglar glanced her up and down. "Take a shower, Ivy, you're covered in leaves. I'll get'chat new clothes though."

She nodded, watching as Cat climbed up the fire escape. "Thank-"

"Don't thank me," Cat smirked. "I owe you for the time with the dogs."

The girl nodded again, watching her only friend silently creep through the fire escape and onto the roof before disappearing altogether.