I messed up.

I mess up really bad.

I didn't see the puddle, and I had no idea she was standing in it, but by the time I noticed she was out cold on the ground.

"Harls?" I called out, eyes wide in horror as I saw her seemingly lifeless body lying on the ground, growing drenched from the small pool of water.

I only meant to send my currents out towards the hostage attempting to flee from the underground vault. I knew if I didn't stop him, I'd be in deep shit with J, and all I was just going to send out enough to knock him out.

But, God, why didn't I look down to see that my foot was in a puddle? And why didn't I notice Harley standing only five feet away from me, both her feet in the same small pool of water? Why was there a puddle in a vault? And who the hell decided to place the vault underground?

"Harls?!" I yelled out again, frantically rushing down beside her, soaking my knees and shins in the process. My hands hovered over her, contemplating whether or not I should reach down and touch her since I wasn't sure if I still had enough voltage in me to do even more damage.

Before I even had the chance to make up my mind, I was violently shoved away. Due to my unsteady position of crouching, I wasn't able to catch myself before falling to the ground. I toppled over, head banging on the ground with just enough force to make sure it hurt like hell.

I sat up as quickly as I was knocked down, scrambling to the side when I saw J seething over Harley's unmoving body.

"Look what you did, you fucking brat." He growled it out with such intensity that I backed up even further, scared for my life. J cussed very rarely, not needed the crude words to intimidate others. So hearing him drop the f-bomb led me to believe he was more than pissed off.

He stood abruptly, sneering at me as he did so. I feared the worst.

I cowered backward, crawling awkwardly away to increase the distance between us. He rolled his head around, as if debating how he should make his next move. A deep growl rumbled from his throat before he suddenly stopped twisting his head and set his gaze on the henchman guarding the door.

"You," He said, thrusting his finger up towards the man. The makeshift guard looked up, pointing at himself in confusement. "Get her out of here, or I'll just have to kill you both."

One week went by.

Then two.

It slowly turned into a month, and I still have not seen or heard from Harley or J.

"C'mon, Frost, tell me," I begged, sitting down across from him at the dinged up table in the shabby apartment we've been staying in, "She's dead, isn't she?"

He sighed, overdramatizing how tired he was of my questions. He put down his coffee, oddly enough drinking it at midnight, and rubbed his hand down his face, "Kid, how many times do we have to go over this? I can't-"

"Frost." I cut him off, the desperation evident in my voice, "We've been here for more than a month, and I've asked you every day. Please," My voice cracked, and I felt tears, tears I haven't shed in the light of day for years, forming behind my lids, "Please, I need to know."

I had made it a point never to plead or beg to Frost, but as of late, I didn't have it in me to care.

"Sweetheart," He started, and I recoiled at the word. He seemed like he was trying really hard to hold back a secret and he was at the point of letting it spill. "I can't tell you, okay? This is punishment. J sent us here for me to watch you until everythings figured out. If I tell you, I'm toast, capiche?"

"She's my sister." I lamented in agony. "She's all I have left. You have to tell me," He looked away towards the television so he couldn't look me in the eye. "Is she dead?"

He took a deep breath, looked around at any part of the room that wasn't near me. His leg began shaking, and I knew he was about to spew any second now. I kept staring at him, waiting for it to come out.

"No." He admitted quickly, finally turning to look at me, "She's not dead, okay? Now can you drop it?"

I let out a silent sigh of relief, tears in my eyes disappearing before they could even fall. I looked at him and let out a humourless chuckle, wiping away any indication of my pleading.

"I'm going to bed." I affirmed in spite, quickly standing up from the chair with enough force to send it to the ground.

"Alisha, wait." Frost said, turning around in his seat to look at me while I was heading towards my temporary room.

"Don't call me that." I barked, not looking back towards him before I slammed the door.

"It's good to have you back, Electrisha. I'm glad to see you've made the smart choice and decided to join us." Waller spoke nonchalantly, acting as if this were still the Teen Titans and I had a smidge of a say in joining.

"Yeah, not exactly like I had a choice, right?" I retaliated, staring her down to see what she would come back with. I didn't give her much of chance to respond when I continued. "How'd you know we were gonna be there, anyway? Or did you just put people where ever you thought I might show up?"

It was like a Texas standoff, and the crowd watched with anticipation to see who would be the first to draw their gun.

"Too bad you had to mess up our last project. It would have been a success." She was the first to shoot, and I wasn't about to sit back and let the bullet sink in. Waller was trying to egg me on; get me to the point where I'd snap and then feel awful about it within the next few seconds.

"Oh, sure!" I laughed, leaning back to overdo my reaction. I stopped quickly, replacing my laughter with a stone cold expression. "You know damn well what happened to that team was not my fault."

"You were plotting with him from the start. Don't think for a second I didn't know that."

"They were my friends! He made me do it! He even killed my-" I cut myself off, suddenly becoming very aware of the looks I was getting from the squad and Flag. "You know what? I'm not here to blubber to you. Can I do my job now?"

I turned, storming out of the room, not exactly sure where I was heading but was sure to find out eventually. Everyone else followed suit, and Harley came up right next to me while glancing down curiously, and cautiously, through her peripherals.

"Lish?" She asked, eventually. I grunted in response, signaling for her to ask whatever she was attempting to. "What was she talkin' about back there?"

"Nothing, Harls," I stated firmly, "Don't worry about it."

We were led to the roof of the building, escorting Waller so she could board a helicopter and make it to safety some place else. However, the helicopter that was supposed to come to pick her up wasn't landing as it was supposed to. Instead, it just kept hovering in air, as though it was mocking us.

"Our bird's been jacked." Flag breathed out after deliberating with Waller as to why it wasn't landing. "Light it up!" He screamed, and immediately he and the rest of his troop began shooting at it in attempts to bring it down.

The person flying it must have had a similar idea, because as soon as Flag and his men started shooting, bullets began flying erratically from the chopper.

I panicked, quickly ducking down behind a tall piece of building structure that was designed to stick up past the roof. I grabbed Harley's arm, bringing her down with me since she was too distracted by the "pretty light show" to protect herself. Deadshot dropped down next to me, making us squeeze in tightly together so we could all fit.

A familiar laugh I could barely hear behind all the explusions sent a known shiver down my spine. I looked to my side towards Deadshot, who was already looking at me with a knowing expression. We both turned towards Harley, but she didn't hear anything because her fingers were stuck in her ears to block out the noise.

She turned towards us, confusion etching her face when she saw us staring. "What? I got a hickey or something?" I rolled my eyes while Deadshot continued to stare. A buzz on her phone grabbed her attention and mine as well.

Now!

She looked up at us and smiled wickedly, to which Deadshot and I just shook our heads. I knew she wouldn't listen to rationalized thinking at this point, so I grabbed her hand when she tried to stand, "Harls, don't." I had to speak loudly for her to be able to hear me over the harsh sounds of both the helicopter and the never ending stream of bullets.

She easily slipped out of my grasp, walking calmly through the havoc.

"Harley!" Deadshot yelled, but remained behind the our makeshift shield.

"HQ, don't!" I screamed, terrified as I watched her walk onwards, "They'll kill you!" I immediately thought about the microscopic bomb lodged in her neck, and my blood ran cold.

"Harls!" I screamed once more, my attempts in stopping her futile. "You bitch!" I didn't mean it as I yelled, but I was furious that she held so little value towards her life when she didn't have her precious Joker by her side.

"Kill her!" Waller yelled out, and I looked towards her in fear. This woman held the life of the person I cared about most in the world on an app in her phone.

"No!" I screamed in terror. "Please! She doesn't know what she's doing; she's crazy!" My voice was growing hoarse, but they still weren't listening.

"Her nanites' disarmed!" Rick yelled back, and a rush of relief washed over me momentarily.

I instantly reached up to touch the side of my own neck, wondering if J disarmed mine as well. He was, without a doubt, behind her's being disabled.

Figuring that it was my place to go with them, I attempted to stand up and take off after her. However, I was stopped in my tracks when a pair of hands pushed down on my shoulders to keep me on the ground.

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed at Deadshot, wiggling to get out of his grip. He held tighter, not allowing me to budge, "I don't want to shock you man; get off!" I screamed.

"I know what you're thinking, and he didn't do it, kid." I stopped wiggling for a second to hear him, "He didn't get yours done, too. He just wanted your sister. Don't be stupid."

His words cut through me like glass, and even though I wanted to spit in his face and electrify him past the point of consciousness, I knew he was right. So instead of doing the above, I just stared, and then slowing looked back towards my sister, hanging onto a robe suspended from a helicopter hundreds of feet in the air.

Well, at least she's consistently theatrical.

She began doing tricks on it, swinging back and forth as if this were some show at the circus.

I stood next to Deadshot, and watched Harley make her debut show to safety.

"Deadshot!" Waller called out, exasperated. We both turned to look at her, wondering what she could possibly want. "Shoot that woman right now!"

My eyes grew wide, and I looked over towards Deadshot to see what he would do. He looked at a loss for words, but, after collecting his thoughts, finally stated, "She ain't do shit to me."

I was filled with a false sense of reassurance, believing wholeheartedly, and stupidly, that because they had become sort of "friends" he would be above killing her.

"You're a hitman, right?" Waller began as she started to negotiate. "I got a contract. Kill Harley Quinn; do it for your freedom and your kid."

I looked again towards Deadshot, silently pleading for him not to take the offer. He didn't even spare me a glance before saying. "Oh, she dead."

"Deadshot?" I called out, thinking for a second he was joking. But when he turned around and cocked his gun, some mixture of terror and rage bubbled in my stomach.

"Deadshot, if you kill her, so help me God, I will kill you!" I seethed, striding towards him to stop his next move, but was abruptly stopped by a soldier grabbing me around my arms and stomach and hoisting me off the ground.

"Let go of me!" I shrieked, twisting around in his arms. How the hell does this happen twice in ten minutes? I'm not that easy to catch, despite contrary belief.

I attempted to release as much voltage I had saved up, which wasn't much considering I had just began to recharge from letting go of all of it not even an hour ago. It would still be enough to taze the man and have him drop me, but he was completely unaffected due to the stupid rubber protection on his suit.

"Deadshot, if you shoot her, I will make it my mission to see you dead!" I screamed, but it fell deaf upon his ears with the bullet shot out.

I looked at her in horror, watching her twist down the rope, but my forehead creased in confusion when she was still gripping onto the end. She popped up, again theatrical, and waved towards us onlookers.

The tightness in my chest ceased and it felt like my heart could beat again.

Deadshot turned around, stating "I missed." so casually I almost missed it. He gave me a look that I couldn't quite figure out as he walked past. Apologetic? Sympathy? Anger? I watched him carefully as he walked away, but his attention was pulled away from me soon after it was given.

The soldier was quick to release me. I pushed his arms away, huffing out in annoyance to try and cover my embarrassment from the little show I put on.

Before I could allow myself a moment of peace, I overheard Waller say, "It's Waller. 710 has been hijacked. Shoot it down."

I looked over at her in shock, disgusted at how one person could be so cruel and frustrated with myself for not expecting this.

"No!" I called out, walking towards her to do what exactly? No idea. I had no charge since I used it all on the soldier who felt nothing, and a bomb in my neck that she could explode at any moment. Regardless, the same soldier still grabbed hold of me, and I still attempted to fight him off.

Suddenly, an eruption lit up the sky like a firework during a parade.

I gasped, watching the scene unfold in front of my eyes and not being able to do anything about it. The only two people in the world who I knew, really, were on that plane. One I loathed, most of the time, and the other was my best friend and only family member I had left.

I watched the shards fall to the ground, and the copter itself destroying another building that was already damaged by the chaos that ensued earlier.

I felt the sting of tears hit my eyes, and it brought me back to every crack of a rib or ache of hunger I received for showing weakness.

I blinked them back, and attempted to put on a stone cold stature.

I felt everyone around me watching for my reaction, to see how exactly I would respond to my sister's death. I wasn't going to put on some show for an audience, and I wasn't going to succumb to my emotions.

But I couldn't breathe.

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