My lungs were struggling to keep up with the motion of the moment, and by the time i could fully manage to get a better glimpse of my assailant was once again at the ready with another attack: now rather impressively holding me up by the tufft of my shirt and seconds following another deathly stare i was sent flying into a stray tire to the side of the vehicular destruction. But unlike the rest of this encounter, this time i had managed to gain the footing to make it possible for myself to land on my own two feet, or rather on my one foot and the rest of my weight being assigned to my scuffed knee. An oblong object roughly the size of an apple came flying at me face first, and I only had a split second to grab an elongated peice of debris and attempt a return to sender, accuracy was however a casuality of the act as it carreemed off to the side and landed just underneath a parked car. That very same car then went up into a swirling pillar of smoke as my insticts were proven justified and I executed a poorly envisioned barrel rool to avoid having to play short stop a second time, the peice still clutched longingly in my hands in case fate decided to be less then agreeable.

"You carry a grenade under your skirt?" I said running low on air supply, but still not close enough that i was about to call it quits. "Listen, i'm not about to hit a girl, alright? So...if you want...something from me...you're just going to have to ask me."

"I aint a girl!" She barked as she lunged forward with an outstretched leg and landed a single punch wholeheartedly into my left eye, its spazzing out as the strike most likely sent an eyelash into the deepest depths of my brain, she tried for a matching set but this time I stopped it dead an inch from my cheek.

"No worries...but you know...that doesn't explain...what you want from me!" I shouted as I spun her off course and onto her back, the wind having been knocked out of her momentarily, she was slow to return to her feet. "Do you know just how many people you've just put in harms way! How many people could be dead right now because of you!"

"Like you would care...what about what you did to Mister J! What about him, Mr. Big-shot?" She beckoned demandingly as she rose onto her knees.

"You don't know anything about me, or him, or anyone! Why would you or anyone else care about I did or didn't do! What does it matter to you anyway?" I pleaded with her to explain further.

"You don't understand what you took away from me...he... he promised that he was going to come back. And now because of you, he's never going to..." At first I had imagined that she was going to tear up at that point, but instead she simply began to stare off into the distance at was technically no more then just the side of a building.

"You're not missing anything...alright? I put him someplace where he's never going to hurt another soul ever again, alright? I spared you the harsh reality of knowing that he was just a manipulative piece of shit who wanted to use you! If you get up right now, and turn yourself in, it's going to be a lot more easy for me to help you." My reasoning was almost as effective of preaching tolerance to an uptight republican, and she just stayed the course and became lost to a world of her own thoughts, and as I watched the rhythm of her own pupils the likeness became obvious and it was almost painful to witness such a similarity in such a reckless form. Crouching down onto my hind legs, I figured I would make one last appeal to her in hopes to keep her this calm until someone could survey the area and keep her contained. "Hey? Are you still in there? Listen...I know what it's like to believe in something...and have to realize that it's only hurting me in the end. I've lost someone close to me, too, and as much as I might want it back...I...I know that it's a poison im better off not having in my life anymore. I have no idea...who you are...but you don't have to see this as the end."

The number one rule of self preservation: in the face of a threat to your life, under no circumstances should you take your eyes off of your opponent, even if it's just for a second and behind you is a mountain of heavenly smelling baked goods and Christie mack doing an all jumping-jack workout routine. General rule of thumb is that the second you give someone ample time, presence, and opportunity to stab you in the back, or front, they will make sure to do just that without further provocation. There must have been some sort of shard of broken glass by her right side, it was glimmering a ghastly swamp green as she raised her arm into the air with full intent to sink it into me, and she would have done just that if it hadn't of been for the whistling of a small wired cord sinking into her own

"Well, well, well...i'm glad to see that...other girl's share my...appreciation for you." She cooed as my head turned upwards towards the sky and her slender form stepped into frame, the one and only woman of the night I had seen so many times before this moment stood over me with as subdued a demeanor as ever, and my facial expression kept to something akin to a smirk briefly before I shook my head to either side and noticed my sparring partner writhing in pain.

"You didn't have to do that, you know? I had the situation under control. That was completely uncalled for!" I insisted.

"Oh...I know, I heard. You know it's still adorable when you think you're in charge. Relax, haven't you ever had electroshock therapy before? It's...just a little...deterrent...it's just like getting a massage, except instead of two hands...you have a couple hundred volts of electricity...you can barely feel it. And besides, is it so wrong to feel a bit jealous? I mean, what's a girl to do? What if she has something that I don't? Hmm?" She questioned, looking me straight in the eyes and perking up her shoulders as she did so."

"You have a grenade under your skirt?" I inquired curiously.

"Don't be so...silly...why on earth would I only have one of them?" She mused, pushing herself further into the aftermath of the fray and over to the immobilized Harley, and her victim. Carefully walking across the wreck that was around the three of us as the black, posh footwear she was wearing wouldn't have been much of a defense against broken glass for long, and gave her a slight nudge with her foot to try and stir some sort of resistance out of the girl. After three attempts which yielded little in her favor, she grew bored of the notion and turned her attention back towards me once more, cheeky smile still out front and center. "What did she do to get such a show? Hmm. Maybe I should be taking down some notes...?"

"Shh...it's...it's okay...you'll understand soon. We'll...be even...isn't that right...mista' J?" Her voice had retuned, albeit horse and only coming through in short bursts like the fire to a dimly light candle against a strong wind, as her body continued to jerk about as she tried to reestablish dominance over to extremities. She was most likely fading in and out by this point, and not thinking straight even before the surge was sent through her, but if she was willing to take out a bus just to have me go with it then I wasn't about to dismiss the vague threat.

"What did you do?" I probed forcefully, trying not to mince words around at this point.

"I didn't do nothin'...I just...reunited a happy family is all...don't cha like a nice family get togetha? ...all it took was a name and an address." She confessed as she laughed weakly through her own pain, passing out shortly after with the asphalt being her only comfort she could find for her fractured mind and flushed face.

"Oh no..." I gasped as the thoughts running through my head slowly began to snowball and flood my mind, the walls beginning to strangle the life out of me entirely, a cold hand found it's way onto my shoulder blade in retort.

"Need some help? You know...dead bodies are easier to move when you have a partner." She offered in a fit of peppy exuberance as the mania was momentarily cleared from her eyes.

"No...no one else is going to die tonight!" I declared on belated breath as I charged forward, leaving the two of them behind in my wake.