Harley's eyebrows scrunched up in worry as she pulled up to Crane's.
It had been a while since that incident... should she really put so much faith into this guy?
Well, it wasn't like she really had a choice.
She stepped out of her stolen vehicle, shocked for a second as Gotham's bitter, cold night air hit her. She opened the back door.
She reeled away at first, the pungent stench of blood flowing from the boy's limp body.
She heaved him over her shoulder and crept towards the damp building. She snuck in through the window, not wanting to attract any attention.
Shattered glass and vials of chemical were strewn all over the place, and in one, Harley could see that her make-up was now smudged. Oh well.
She peered around a corner, where a light was shining.
"Scarey?"
"Scarecrow!" a deep voice growled, and Harley ducked, just barely missing the spray of yellow-green mist.
The figure drew a long scythe, ready for a fight, but then froze in confusion.
"Harley?" asked Crane, his Scarecrow voice now gone.
"Yep, little ol' me!" She giggled, filled with confidence again.
Rough hands gripped her face a minute later, and Crane snarled, his face inches from hers.
" What do you want!?"
Even as he was bruising her face, Harley couldn't help but grin, as she thrusted her knee up into his crotch.
He groaned in pain, then shot her a deadly glare as he doubled over in pain.
"I need a favor."
"I owe you nothing. Now get out, before I kill you." He snarled.
"Well, uh, sorry to break it to ya, sweetie, but you owe me quite av lot. Saved your pathetic life a few months back, didn't I?"
Jonathan grimaced.
"I didn't need your help." he said quietly.
"Sure you didn't." Harley snorted. As confident as she was, she wasn't dumb. This was going downhill fast, and she needed to hurry up and ask.
"So listen, I-"
"What's that?" Crane asked, still frowning, pointing to the bloodstained sack on the floor.
Harley smiled. "That's what I need ya for. As a guardian for this."
She tore the sack from the bloody boy's body, and revealed her prize.
Jonathan gasped at the corpse like boy in front of him. It couldn't be- Robin?
Harley grinned, knowing she had him now.
"How in hell did you-"
"Shush" She said, holding her finger up to his lips.
"Just keep it safe until I get back. And uh, have some fun with him, okay?"
Crane just nodded silently, eyes still fixated on the boy.
Harley giggled, then turned to go.
One more hour. Then it would be time to pay a visit to the Bridge.
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