AN: Another update! I'll just keep this short and sweet. Thank you to everyone who keeps supporting All Fun and Games, you all are truly amazing. Please tell me if there's anything I could fix or just what you thought, I love hearing from you guys. Song is Young God by Halsey, happy reading!

Chapter 12: Iceberg Lounge

But do you feel like a young God?
You know the two of us are just young gods
And we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath
And they're running, running, running


"Jerome, Ah gotta go to work," Harley breathed, feeling Jerome's breath on her neck before his lips were in her skin, sucking and lightly nipping. They were in the car from the asylum, parked next to the Iceberg Lounge. The car was fairly hard to see into, since the sun had just set, but still Harley was afraid someone would see. Although, the rush that came with the possibility just made her more excited.

"You'll go when I say you go," he mumbled into her neck, playing with the hem of her shirt.

The job at the Iceberg Lounge had been generous. While Harley didn't like working under someone- she never had- it did pay the bills. And bills were limited to the various guns, bombs, spray paint, anything Jerome needed for his crimes. The only usual commodities the two paid for were electricity and water. This happened to be a very beneficial deal, as the man who owned their current apartment had a thing for insane blondes below the legal age. All it took was a lingering touch and the landlord was putty in Harley's small hands. No matter, Harley had full faith that Jerome would gouge out his eyes soon for his crimes. There was an entire folder on this man, his comings, his goings, and how to get all of his properties transferred over to the couple.

"Jaaaayyyyy," Harley whined, trying to push him off of her.

"Harlequin. What did we talk about?" Jerome's voice dropped low, the only time Harley was truly scared of him.

She hung her head. "To not act like Ah'm in control."

"Exactly," he hummed, looking up at Harley. "Who's in control?"

"Nobody. We just help those who don't know that. Help a little chaos along," Harley giggled, playing with the hair in the back of his neck.

"Excellent, gorgeous," With one final kiss, Jerome open the car door for her and she bounded out, waving goodbye as the blonde disappeared into the staff entrance.

Harley greeted her fellow servers as she tied on her apron and fixed the black bow tie. The rest of the female workers were required to have their hair pulled back into a tight bun, Harley being the only exception to this rule. For one, Penguin and Butch had finally realized how stubborn the girl was when it came to her hair. And the second reason was that Harley only really worked half the time. The other half, she was with Jerome in one of the booths, right next to the one that held Viktor Zsasz. The booths along the right side of the club were reserved for the more illegal matters. Each contracted murderer or thief was under Penguin's overarching branch and was promised immunity and perks in return for a small cut of the profits. Harley was in Jerome's booth for appeal, in case Jerome ever got bored, and also to smooth out business deals. No one in their right mind would approach Jerome without Harley, who was always recognizable with her trademark pigtails.

On this particular night Harley found herself trading jokes with Red every time the girl had to go back and dump a few empty glasses. Red and Harley were the only two underage girls that were in the waitstaff, although Red wasn't allowed to go out until after closing. Harley supposed it had something to do with the girl looking twelve despite the fact that she was sixteen. Red (real name Ivy, the blonde had found out a week prior) had been a street kid, but loved plants. Now she worked at the Iceberg and had a small studio apartment filled to the brim with plants.

After a whispered joke about one of the patrons and a few shared giggles, Harley stepped back out onto the floor, going around table to table, making sure the guests were comfortable. Then the blonde stopped at Cat's booth, the young burglar chewing on a straw.

"Ah see someone finally showed up," Harley commented, bending over to wipe the few drops of blood from Cat's last contractor. Harley assumed he hadn't paid up.

Cat shrugged. "Part of my protection deal with Penguin. I show up, I get paid. I'm not complaining much."

Harley just nodded, grabbing the empty glass.

Cat watched her movements, glaring at every perverted patron that dared to eye the blonde's backside. As Harley turned to leave, Cat grabbed onto her arm. "Me and Ivy are goin' up to roof at her break. You wanna come?"

Harley glanced at Jerome, who was currently in the middle of a business deal, a twisted smile plastered onto his lips. Well, that guy was already good as dead, nothing Harley could do to fix it.

"Yeah," she smiled. "J'll be fine without me."

•••

Ivy, Cat, and Harley all burst into laughter as the three girls lounged on the roof, enjoying the city lights. Of course, they weren't anything to marvel at in the Narrows. But if one looked farther, the gleaming spire of Wayne Tower could be seen. It shined above the Narrows, like a false promise that they would all make something of themselves. Of course, not many did. Most that were born in the Narrows died in the Narrows.

"So these idiots can't even get past one butler about a thousand years old and they come back telling stories about how Golden Boy has about a thousand ninjas on duty," Cat laughed, recounting a tale of some low lives that had tried to loot Wayne Manor. "Everyone seems to forget that the kid still lives there."

"You say it like you've been there," Harley laughed, taking a drag from Cat's cigarette, coughing slightly.

"I have. Got this as a souvenir," Cat held up her wrist, showing off a looped strand of fat pearls.

Harley handed the cigarette back to Cat, who leaned back and took a long drag. "The butler actually is pretty tough. Kind of a hard ass too."

Ivy glared at the two of them. "You two are going to end up dead one day from those awful things."

Harley turned to glance at Ivy, attempting to be sexy by looking out from under her eyelashes and biting her lip. The redhead lightly shoved her, laughing. Secretly, Ivy felt a flutter in her chest. There was something wrong with her. Crushing on Harley was basically asking J to come and remove all your toes and then your eyelids. And, cute blondes be damned, Ivy did not want to end up in a suitcase floating somewhere along the river. Also, she quite liked having her toes attached to her body.

"Can't one of your plants fix that? I dunno, just make a concoction and shoot us up with it?" Cat suggested.

Harley's hand shot up with a mad giggle. "I volunteer as guinea pig."

"Put your hand down, numbskull," Cat chastised the blonde. "It's not a damned classroom."

Harley just shrugged, glancing over at Ivy. "She'll do it though, she's brilliant. Aren't ya, Red?"

Ivy nodded, but couldn't still her racing heart as Harley beamed at her. Damn, J really was going to kill her.