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The teenagers brought the patrolman to his knees, and the blonde boy motioned for the other teens to sweep the precinct. Panicked shouts could be heard throughout the division. Whipping out a walkie talkie, the blonde menacingly stated, "Precinct eight taken."

8:30 PM

Batman swiftly drove through the city streets searching for Mercedes henchmen for tonight was the night that they would be mobilized. His police scanner picked up, "10-4! Hostile take-over of precinct 13. Anyone out there? Back up needed! Help!" Bursts of gunfire could be heard in the background. Swerving into a side street, he placed his vehicle in stealth mode and silently drove to the call. As he drove, more distress calls flooded the air waves. Sighing heavily, he began the task of freeing the important divisions—mainly headquarters. Every suspect would have some information about Mercedes. Enough suspects would provide enough information. Eventually, he would know where Mercedes was.

11:30 PM

"The plan is in motion. If only my babbykins could have been here to see this," cackled a woman with white face make-up and eccentric clothing. Pacing in a faded red and yellow jumpsuit, the once tanned blonde listened to each precinct being taken and giggled in triumph. The old warehouse headquarters heaved at the gale force winds rolling off the bay. Shrieking in fear, the woman hid behind a withered desk. Hesitantly one man with dark eyes and go-tee questioned, "Are you alright?"

Stunned she straightened up, "Yes. I was just startled."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come now, Ross. Call me by my real name." she cooed.

Gulping the man corrected himself, "Yes, Miss Quinn."

"Good job sporto. Go back to the group now, please." She chided with a grin spreading across her face. Miss Quinn listened to the howling winds and became slightly stoic. "I hate storms." She muttered. He'd come eventually; this weather suited him.

"Don't we all?" Rasped a voice from the shadows.

"Oh, Batman! We finally meet! My lover has told me all about you!" She screeched with unnerving happiness. The dark voice didn't answer. The generators suddenly shut off, cueing the men to draw their weapons.

"Easy boys, I want to play with him a bit." She beamed lovingly. As seconds passed by, the once bubbly leader turned impatient. "Where are you?" 'Isn't he here? Why isn't he engaging?'

Loud banging noises sounded from the entrance. "Answer it." She hissed violently. One man hastily ran to the door.

Upon opening it, a young woman with bruises and torn clothing rushed in screaming, "He's gonna kill me! O my God! Stop him! Please…" Her red hair was stuck to her face from the free flowing tears. She was drenched in mud.

Miss Quinn sauntered toward the sobbing girl. "Aww, honey, what happened?" She asked in a hushed, sadistic tone.

Never looking up, the girl sobbed, "He, he pulled me over—and told me—oh my God. He's coming for you."

Amused, the leader questioned, "Who is?" 'Is this a joke? How could someone be so scared?'

"The…the…" she never finished. Quinn slapped her gloved hand over her mouth. "Shh. He's already here." 'He's using her to scare me and my men. He's never played dirty before.' Removing her hand, the unconventional woman glanced about. No members of her protection squad remained. "Well, it's just like men to run away."She mused to the still sobbing girl.

"That means we're alone." The girl whispered.

"Why yes, that's true. Pardon me for being rude. I'm Harley Quinn." The blonde offered sarcastically as she drew a knife. 'No witnesses left behind.'

"Oh, I believe we've met." The bruised redheaded girl menaced as she climbed to her feet.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Just today." Drawing a gun, the once hysterical young woman fixed the muzzle toward Harley.

"You're name? I'm still lost." Harley yawned.

"Detective Regan Carmichael, oh, you're not really Harley, are you? At least that's not your God-given name is it, Mercedes?" The detective pulled the redhead wig off, and Harley growled.

"I want him." She snarled.

"Batman? No, no. You picked a fight with your big sister first. Trying to kill me by letter was a nice touch. But, honestly, this isn't you. What did he convince you to take?"

"Nothing that I didn't want to. I love him." She snapped as she dropped her steak knife.

"But he doesn't love you. He loved playing the game with Batman. And now, you're trying to play the game and failing miserably."

"Not uh. I played the game just fine. Wait, how did you find me?" she moaned in annoyance.

"Your foot soldiers underestimated an old homeless woman."

"What?" she boomed as SWAT flooded the warehouse. "This isn't over! The game has just begun!" She screamed while she was being handcuffed.

"No, Mercedes. It's the end, and you lost." Regan replied darkly. This was her cold-hearted goodbye to a woman she thought she knew. There were no words to describe Regan's innate want to protect her younger sister and fix this. But she couldn't fix it. Mercedes would join her demented lover at Arkham Asylum. Maybe treatment could help her. Doubt clouded her mind.

"Why wasn't the SWAT team taken hostage?" Mercedes murmured as an officer led her to a police cruiser.

"They're located underneath the DC Department and were notified the minute your men attacked. I was able to get them to follow me and well, here we are."

Mercedes closed her eyes in defeat, "Lead and antidepressants mixed with cocaine." Regan fixed her eyes on her sister. There was no coming back from the damage done to her brain. This was the final time Regan would see her. Regan vowed to never allow her parents to see Mercedes like this. It would break her mother's heart.

The door of the cruiser slammed shut, and Regan ruefully watched her younger sister disappear in a squad car.

"Good work, Detective. You are hereby promoted to Lieutenant." Commissioner Gordon beamed.

"Sir, is this the appropriate time? We just apprehended Harley Quinn—the Joker's girlfriend." Regan didn't understand his methods at all, but she respected him. 'Promotion now? That means more work.'

"Yes. It's not official, but you'll be medaled for this." He shouted over his shoulder as he walked toward the press waiting outside. The press would be her one condition. She would accept this promotion on the grounds that she would never have to hold a press conference.

Glancing about, Regan spotted a dark shadow in the far corner. Moving to where the darkness met the light, she stated, "I have to fill out paperwork. I'll be home late. Don't worry."

The shadow pulled her in. "I'll pick you up around four—that's my last check before heading in." He rasped.

"Alright. Are you okay?" She whispered as her hand touched his shoulder.

"Few bruises. No gunshots."

"Good. See you in about two hours."

As she turned to leave, he grasped her wrist and growled, "Wait."

"Yes?"

He kissed her passionately. Heat flooded her, and she knew that she needed to be focused on the situation surrounding them.

When she pulled away, Regan found herself alone. "No using that trick at home."

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