Okay now I'm just spoiling you guys. Just kidding. But seriously, I had these ideas spontaneously come to me and just couldn't stop writing till I finished. So I hope you enjoy! This chapters a bit longer than usual:)

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Sofia lit a cigarette while she stood near the window of her room. Leaning against the wall she took a long drag and sighed. She had already gotten ready, choosing to wear a tight fitted white long-sleeved shirt with a white collar on her neck and black pants with matching black boots. She sported black leather gloves while she put her hair up in a bun hanging two pieces of her white hair to frame her face. It was a damp night in Gotham. Nothing unusual but there was a sort of strain in the air. Ever since she had left Arkham. Sofia got this knot in her stomach. And her intuitions were normally always correct. She reached up and squeezed onto her locket absentmindedly before taking another puff of her cigarette.

Drops of water landed on the window and Sofia watched the water drip down the glass. Her green eyes wandered over to the building next door. Something caught her eye. There, on the roof of the building stood a black figure. Watching her. She squinted her eyes to get a better look. It wasn't her imagination. There was definitely someone staring right at her. But she couldn't see who it was.

"Sofie?"

Sofia nearly jumped when she heard Frost who knocked on her door before cracking the door open. She quickly turned back to look out the window, only to see there was no longer anyone there. Sofia furrowed her brows in confusion while she searched for whoever it was that was standing and watching her. Frost walked closer to her, attempting to find what it was she was looking at, "What's wrong?"

Yep. No one was there. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her. Or her voices stepped it up a notch and she was now hallucinating. "Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," She looked up at Frost, "Everything ready?"

He stared at her before answering, "Doors are already open."

Sofia walked over to her dresser and placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, blowing out the remaining smoke from her mouth. "Good. Any clients tonight?"

"Just one."

He watched her as she poured herself a shot of vodka, "Who?" She placed the glass to her lips

"Cobblepot."

It didn't take much for Sofie to nearly choke on her drink when she heard that name. She coughed up the liquor and wiped her mouth. Frost watching her with a hint of a smirk on his lips. She quickly looked at him in shock, "Why the hell is he here?"

He shrugged, "He's still one of your brother's arms dealers. And he usually has valuable information about what's going on in the underground."

Sofia's lips curled down into a frown, her blood boiling, "J knows I can't stand that asshole. Why would he send him to me?"

Frost smirked, "He said you were more than capable of handling it."

She took a long breath, trying to lower her temper and placed the glass back on the wooden dresser. "That son of a bitch." She walked passed him and stormed out of the room.

"He said you might say that." Frost replied, following her.

"Shut up."

Crane sat in his cell room, once again reading through his medical book. Listening to the thunder in the distance and hearing the rain hit his window.

How long are we going to endure this hell?

Not long.

I'm getting anxious. If we have to stay here any longer I swear I'll kill the first guard I see.

Crane sighed, Must you be so impatient?

Oh come on Johnny, didn't it just get you all hot and bothered nearly breaking that kid's neck?

Jonathan thought back to earlier. The feeling of having someone beg for their life out of fear had in fact, gotten him quite excited. He shut the book and sat up from where he was positioned, running his fingers through his dark hair.

The way he screamed and cried for his life? Don't you miss that?

Don't be mindless, of course I do. But to do that once again. I've already said we must play by the rules for now.

And how are you so sure no one can just up and change those rules?

Then I suppose I'll have to get out by other means.

Heh. And how are you going to do that?

Jonathan's cold eyes glanced out of the cell window, Take the opportunity when Joker does.

And when will that be?

Soon I'm sure.

Then why don't we get out then?

Because I'm scheduled to be released after the weekend.

A lot can happen in two days Johnny.

Maybe. But If I'm out legally. No one will come chasing after me. I'll be a free man. To do as I please without cops searching for me in order to drag me back to Arkham.

I guess.

So as long as no one threatens my freedom. I have no problem waiting a few days.

Wonder what Black's gonna do when she sees you out.

Crane smiled, she'll likely be upset I didn't tell her. But I'm sure she'll get over it quickly.

I can already feel my hands on her skin.

I thought you weren't fond of Sofie?

I'm not. But I already told you her body can be useful to me when I see fit.

Jonathan rolled his eyes.

"In a daze are we?"

Both Jonathan and Crow turned to see Strange staring through the small opening in the door.

This fuck again?

Jonathan's face remained uninterested, "It's awfully late in the night for you to still be working. Must be quite important doctor."

Strange gave a small smile as he nodded, "Yes, well a doctor's job is never finished. You of all people should know that."

All too well.

"I do." Crane stood up, turning to face the older man, "Which brings up another question. What is it you want from me?"

"Your rather good with chemicals."

Yeah, and?

"Get to the point."

"I'd like you to assist in distributing a certain compound I've helped create."

Why the fuck would we help you?

Crane raised a brow, "Or else?"

Strange's smile widened, "You're a smart man doctor. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement?"

Harleen had been working in her office for the passed few hours until realizing just how late it had gotten. While walking through the halls toward the exit, the memories she shared with Joker repeating themselves in her mind.

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She gulped her nervousness down and gently sat atop of his lap. Finally feeling what it was like to be this close to him. His long legs were enough to hold her entire body as she sat down. Not wanting to meet his eyes just yet, she could still feel him staring at her. He had the eyes of someone who always seemed curious to see what sort of reactions he could get out of you. And right now, he was enjoying hers.

"Look at me."

Her eyes wandered over to his, where his face was relaxed and had a gentle smirk on his lips. She paused, "This had better not be some sort of trick."

He chuckled and leaned in closer to her face, making her instinctively back away nervously, "Oh come on Harls. Tricks are only half the fun." He purred

She frowned, "You gonna headbutt me and grab the keys?"

This made J blink, but eventually chuckle at her words, "You are a clever little minx aint cha?"

She smirked and leaned in closer to him this time, "Yeah and I also have a panic button if that happens."

"Why Harley, why on earth would I do such a thing to you? It'd ruin my plans."

She narrowed her blue eyes, "What plans?"

He flashed his metallic grin, "Pucker up."

A sudden heat filled Harleen's cheeks, "I changed my mind."

He shook his head, his face becoming more serious, "Can't go back on a deal now doll. I can't tell you how much I hate that."

She paused, fearing what he might do if she didn't do as he said. He may have been in restraints. But she knew he was just as dangerous and in an even better position for him to hurt her than she was across the table.

"You know you want to. I know my Harls in there somewhere wants to come out and kiss me."

She quirked a brow, wondering why he was speaking to her as if there was another person in the room, "You get what you see. And it's just me."

J stared into her eyes, this time giving her that same intense sensation run down her back. "No. I can hear her. My little Harley Quinn wants to come out and play."

Harleen couldn't hide the smile that appeared on her face, showing her bright white grin. J watched her and for a moment, was he caught off guard when she laughed. It was such a sweet innocent laugh that hid the hint of mischief. Oh, was this woman perfect.

"Sorry to disappoint J."

"Don't you worry baby. Daddy will get you out."

She furrowed her brows, "Stop doing that. It's creepy."

He smiled, "You still like me, though don't you?"

Harleen stopped breathing for a moment. Thinking about all of their sessions. Th jokes, the banter, the laughs and even the outbursts. She thought about every time she would see his face and suddenly feel her heart skip a beat. Was this a crush? Did she like the Joker?

What a silly thing to think. But for whatever reason, it all made sense as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"Debatable." She retorted quickly

He snickered, "I love it when you play hard to get."

"Hm. Then that changes things. I guess I should just—

She was about to get up before J moved forward and locked her between his body and the table. It didn't yet register until she felt his chapped lips on her plump ones. Harleen sat there in shock at the sudden action, she was tempted to shove him away, but something else in her mind couldn't do it. She eventually gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling him closer, she could hear J moan in her mouth as he moved his tongue around her own. She tasted of bubblegum. He tasted of metal.

After a few moments, they both had to break the kiss in order to breathe, both of them panting as they did. J stared into Harleen's eyes, her face flustered, and her lipstick smeared across their lips. He smiled, "I like this look on you."

"I wouldn't get used to it."

He backed away, Harleen immediately missing the warmth of his body on hers, "Oh I don't know. It could be fun."

Harleen wiped her mouth and adjusted her skirt, finally getting off his lap, "What could?"

He watched her as she walked back to her seat. She glanced back at him before he blinked and looked away, "Nothing."

She crossed her arms, "I believe you owe me a secret."

"I do?" he grinned

Harleen sneered at him, making the clown cackle in the room, "Oh alright. But only if you promise not to tell anyone."

She observed him, "Fine."

The satisfied look on his face said it all, "I'm getting a bit jaded being cooped up in here Harls."

The young blondes face dropped slightly, "What are you getting at?"

"I need to stretch my legs again. If I don't I'll go even more insane here."

"But—

"I don't care to hear your textbook philosophy. I'm getting out. The only question I have for you Harley, is if you'll help me?"

Harleen froze, how could she jeopardize her career she's worked so hard for on some criminal? But he wasn't just any criminal right? He understood her too. In fact, they shared more things in common than anyone else she's ever known. "You know I can't do that J." She turned away from him.

"No one will know. You won't hurt your perfect little world Harls."

Her eyes glanced back to meet his emerald orbs, "Bad people are going to be taking control of this place Harley. You're my only hope."

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She gripped onto her purse, her hand reaching up to her lips, remembering the feeling of his. No one else had gotten this close to him in this place the way she had. She understood him, and she also understood how much he was like a caged bird. She'd seen the way Strange and Young treat the patients. If they were to somehow get to J, she couldn't fathom the amount of pain they'd make him endure.

Suddenly Harleen stopped, hearing voices coming from just around the corner. She cautiously snuck over to see who was speaking.

"Agreement? Or blackmail?" Jonathan's crystal eyes almost glowed in the low lighting as he walked into better view.

"A very smart man indeed doctor."

Crane frowned, "And if I refuse?"

"Then I should let you know that your release papers can easily be misplaced."

I'll kill him.

Jonathan squeezed his fists together, but remained still, "Arkham's authority is better than simple paperwork."

"Yes. But it would be unfortunate if something were to happen to dear Jeremiah. That would certainly delay your release, correct?"

Jonathan's irritation was growing, "You must truly have me mistaken with someone who can easily be manipulated."

This son of a bitch.

Strange lifted his chin while he placed his hands behind his back, "Yes. Well. I find manipulation best when it involves someone's biggest weakness."

He chose the wrong person.

"A bit difficult when I have no weaknesses."

Strange chuckled, "Oh, but you do doctor Crane. You've displayed your affection for someone dear to you right in front of me earlier today."

Ah fuck. Johnny, I told you that bitch was trouble. Fuck her. We'll find another broad. To hell with this prick if he thinks he has anything on us.

"You truly underestimate Ms. Black."

"Perhaps. But just know that I have resources outside of these walls as well. Resources that, I must say, are much more dangerous than your precious woman can handle."

Jonathan stepped closer, now just inches away from Strange, "You touch her. And I'll kill you. Slowly and painfully."

Strange raised his bushy brows, "My, what a temper doctor. I didn't think someone like you held in such primeval animosity."

He has no idea just how much we have.

Arrogant.

Crane glared dangerously at the man, "Fuck your offer."

Strange held a passive expression, but eventually nodded, "I'll allow you to think it over for tonight doctor. I find myself thinking much more clearly when a brand-new day begins."

The older man smiled as he turned and headed back in the direction of the labs. As he sauntered passed he glanced to the side, feeling someone standing there. But it was just him. He eventually continued walking until passing through a sliding metal door.

Harleen appeared from the shadows, shocked at Strange's words. She had to tell Arkham. She figured he might have already left, but he did tend to stay late certain days. She hurried for his office until noticing someone appear from the opposite end of the hallway. Where Arkham's office was located. She was about to shout for his name until realizing the man wasn't Jeremiah. She quickly hid herself from view

Bolton?

He should have left a while ago? What was he still doing here? She waited for him to walk passed for the exit so she could rush over to Arkham's office. Opening the door, she poked her head inside, "Jerem—

Harleen eyes widened when she noticed the young man lying on the ground. His phone ringing every few seconds. It was his wife. There was blood coming from his head.

"Arkham!" Harleen dropped her bag and rushed over to him, "Jeremiah can you hear me?"

The man was unresponsive. She placed her hand on his neck to check his pulse. There was a heartbeat. Good. But barely. She quickly grabbed her purse and took out her phone, dialing those three numbers.

"You look lovely Ms. Black," Cobblepot grinned, staring at Sofia as she lit a cigarette and leaned back on the gold leather couch. Frost was seated to the side. He sat on the opposite side of the VIP area with his cane in between his legs.

She blew out smoke, forcing herself to remain civil, "Let's keep the conversation strictly business, shall we Oswald?"

The older man chuckled, "Funny aint it?"

She remained seated, "Humor me."

"Last time I saw you. You were a quiet tease who worked in an art gallery. Now your running both Vallentino and Joker's establishments all by yourself. Oh, how I miss Val, I definitely need to visit him sometime. Tell me which cemetery is he buried in?" The man snickered.

Hurt him.

Frost stared at Sofia, seeing her breathing becoming uneasy. Suddenly Cobblepot's cane shot straight from the ground right for his face. He quickly reached for his nose due to the pain.

Sofia smirked and tilted her head innocently, "Are you alright Oswald? You really need to keep better hold of your things."

Cobblepot snapped his attention to Sofia, "You little bitch. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"

Sofia casually placed her cigarette into the ashtray before nodding, "No Oswald." She started, "I don't think you know who it is your dealing with."

Cobblepot watched her in bewilderment as her eyes began to glow, "You know exactly who my brother is, and you know what it is he's capable of doing too don't you?"

Some blood ran down to his lip, not responding but watching Sofia all the same. Sofia scooted up in her seat, her face growing darker, "And if you don't give me what I want and right now I want respect. I'll show you I can be much worse than my brother." She threatened. And while she may have been small, the way she carried herself was not.

A few intense moments passed by until Cobblepot scoffed, "A family filled with crazies. That silver tongue of yours is a dangerous weapon Ms. Black."

Sofia blinked, not expecting his response to be so lighthearted. "Tell me what I want to know."

He relaxed a bit, "This bounty has nothing to do with Waller. This is someone new. Someone whose been killing off gangs one by one."

She furrowed her brows, "Do they have a name?"

He pursed his lips in thought, "E' does. Bloke goes by the name of Red Hood."

Sofie froze. Red Hood? Her memories to Ace chemicals rushing back to her. Frost noticed she was in deep thought and turned to Cobblepot, "Was he the one who made the bounty?"

Oswald shrugged, "All I know is that while he may have been killing all of the minor criminals in this city. His main target is the ones who have the most power."

"Which could mean you as well?" Frost added

The older man grimaced, "He aint getting his hands on me mate. That I can promise." He then looked at Sofia, "But I can't say the same for you."

She met his eyes, "I'd watch my back if I were you chicky."

She remained quiet.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

Sofie glanced down at her phone. Seeing a text from Jonathan.

Don't trust anyone.

She furrowed her brows and stood up, "Excuse me." She said, walking out of the room and into the hallway, dialing back the number.

'Sofie?' She heard Crane's voice almost uneasy on the other end

"Jonathan? What's wrong? Why did you send me that text?"

'Sofie. Do not trust anyone. Where are you?'

She shook her head, "I'm at the club? Jonathan what's going on?"

'Sofie. Listen to me it's not safe—

But before he could tell her another word, Sofie heard a loud crashing noise in the main area of the building. Then screaming. She rushed over to the room to see half of the bar had been blown apart. People were shouting and running out of the building as fast as they could. Sofie tried to make it passed the crowd, seeing one of her workers dead on the floor along with two other customers on the ground.

"Shit…." she whispered

'Sofie? Are you alright? What happened?'

Sofie snapped out of it and ran to the back room of the club. Seeing as that's where the explosion came from.

"I'm fine. I'll call you back John."

"Sofie don't! Sofie?" Crane gritted his teeth and looked to see the call had been ended. "God dammit!"

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

Shut up!

Frost appeared from the VIP room, trying to get through the endless crowds of frantic people. He noticed the dancers and servers had likely ran off as well. All except one. Spade was following close behind Sofia with three other guards behind her.

Sofia finally reached the room and found her brother's workers already standing in the room. "What happened?"

One of the guards shook their head, "One of these cases had some sort of explosives in them."

The cases? But from where could they have?... Sofia paused, "The delivery."

Sofia felt her phone vibrate again and grunted, thinking it was Jonathan calling once again. But it wasn't. It was Francis. What could he possibly want right now?

Hey Sofie, did you place a delivery?

Sofia's eyes turned to saucers, "Oh no…"

She quickly turned and ran out toward the back garage. Both the guards and Spade watched her. Frost ran to the room and noticed her gone, "Where did she go?"

"She looked at her phone and booked it out back." One of the men replied

"Fuck," he mumbled and rushed for the back, "I want this place on lock down. No one in or out." He ordered before escaping out the back.

Sofia was already gone, he groaned and ran to his Lincoln. Jumping in and turning the ignition and flooring it out of the already open garage.

Francis was walking around the gallery checking every piece before closing for the evening.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

He pulled out his phone to see it was Sofia. "Hello?"

'Francis!'

"Sheesh woman a polite 'Hello Francis how are you?' would be nice."

'Francis listen to me! Get out of there!'

He stopped, now hearing the worry in her voice, "What? Sofie your starting to freak me out. What's going on?"

Sofia sped passed the city, seeing the gallery in view, "Francis that delivery isn't mine. It's a bomb. Get out of there now!"

'A bomb?'

The car came to a screeching halt and Sofie jumped out, dropping her phone and rushed inside. She could see Francis standing not far from her office holding his phone to his ear.

"Francis!" she shouted

He turned to look at her, "Sofie? What the fuck is going on?"

She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the exit, "We have to get out of here."

Frost saw Sofia's car just up ahead and quickly slammed on his breaks, rushing out of the vehicle and straight for the entrance doors. But before he could reach for the door handle, a powerful surge of heat threw him back several feet. Slamming him to the ground. Frost struggled to get up but looked up to see the building was now up in flames.

He opened his mouth and forced himself to get up, "Sofie!"

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