Ka Boom!
A thunderous sound coming from the outside causing the entire room to shake suddenly making the glass of wine in his hand come tumbling down spilling the contents on his lap. A sound that is quickly followed by the familiar sound of gunfire making Roman snap up to his feet with wide eyes before he dashes over towards a nearby window only for a scowl to immediately come across his face. He wasn't stupid noir crazy. Far from it. He had heard the sound of the approaching vehicle from a mile away. He had heard each and every single round striking against cold still. He just wasn't expecting to see this. No he was expecting to see another not this,this crazy bitch.
Harley Quinn. The Mad Jester skipping forward out of the shadows without a care in the world. With nothing but her arms crossed behind her back and a bright pink bubble being blown hiding her face from plain sight. A woman who hums to herself and looks around at her handiwork with a look of approval. The way the flames burn so brightly like her new found love for her new beau. The way every single one of these henchmen bow down before her like she is the queen of England. Not to mention all of the lovely gifts that have come to bear her with. Gifts she can see littered across the pavement all around her with many of her faithful subjects groaning on the ground from her latest hit single.
Everyone's a critic and to think i worked really hard on that little gizmo!
Popping her bubble with the tip of her tongue glancing around seeing absolutely none of the henchmen paying her no mind shrugging her shoulders with a smile with an extra giddy up in her step Harley happily skips over towards a nearby henchmen. A henchmen who can't help but groan from the ground and clutch his forehead as nothing but blood from a deep gash across his forehead. A henchmen the moment he hears a faint hum entering through his ringing ears makes him turn his head slightly and watch through fuzzy vision a lone figure skipping her way towards him. An identified figure making him slowly push himself up to a sitting position unaware that at that moment she decides to reveal an object she had been hiding closely behind her back. Her weapon of choice. One that sure is hell has a lot of bang for your buck. Who would think a common item used in quite a few different sports could be the perfect instrument of destruction? She did and she makes it know when Harley rears back and smashes her baseball bat across the henchman's face causing his head to immediately snap to the side as a mouthful of blood goes spraying against the pavement before his head once again comes barreling down against the pavement down below with a sickening crunch. Nodding her head in approval at his unconscious form kneeling down to retrieve his discarded handgun turning on her heels skipping her way past the unconscious henchman twirling her trusty bat effortlessly within her fingers as she sees another desperately trying to make his way back to his feet without showing any kind of remorse instantly Harley pulls back on the trigger causing a lone round to be sent soaring through the air before it lands its mark between the henchmen's eyes causing his lifeless body to tumble back down onto the pavement below with a thud. A henchmen that is followed by another then another as slowly Harley skips her way towards the front doors of the manor that someone had been so kind enough to leave open for her.
A sight that makes Damon scowl from high above as his face turns beet red in nothing but rage before the moment he sees her glance up in his direction Roman scrambles away from the window and races towards his father's old pinewood table to throw open a secret compartment revealing a small concealed safe from within unaware by the way her eyes twinkle in nothing but delight from seeing his retreat. From the way her lips curl up into a smile just thinking about all the fun she is about to have as she blows another bubble before with a pop she continues skipping her way on forward until she enters the manor.
A rather luxurious manor if she has ever seen one. Fancy lighting especially from the large chandelier hanging high above. She should know. She's ridden on one of those before. Fancy colored walls that just screams home stylist and one with quite bad taste if she was to have any say about it. Spotless floors that look as though you could practically eat off of it. In fact judging from the way she can see her reflection on the hardwood floor she was willing to bet she could if she ever wanted to. Not that she would. No sir she is house trained thank you very much but still though. She had to admit although it is rather bland and boring for her taste most would think this place is quite impressive.
Bbbooorrriiinnnggg! Now where is dickless?
A question she already knew the answer to. Little Cinderella is up hiding on the second floor underneath her mother's skirt. If he is not being breastfed anyways. The only way she could see him ever getting any kind of action from another woman and speaking of Cinderella how rude of him not to welcome her personally into his home. Hadn't his parents taught him any manners before they got a bad taste of permanent sunburn? She supposes she can forgive him this once. This will be the last time they have a playdate after all and it is almost time to put him to sleep for good. Hearing movement coming from a hallway to her right eyeballing a staircase leading directly up to the second floor blowing another big bubble without bothering to look raising the firearm up Harley pulls back on the trigger sending a lone round soaring through the air that connects directly into the chest of a henchmen dropping him instantly the moment he races through the open doorway. A henchmen that is followed by another as she skips on forward towards the staircase and fires another round to her left causing another henchmen to be struck in his right shoulder causing him to drop to the ground clutching his shoulder before another round comes whizzing towards him silencing him forever. These gunshots that echo through the manor as she makes her way closer towards the stairs before movement coming from up by another henchmen rounding around the corner on the second level makes Harley aim the handgun upwards before another round is unleashes causing the poor henchmen to tumble over a wooden railing and come crashing down to the hardwood floor above with a sickening crunch. A sound that makes even Harley wince as she comes to a stop and glances over her shoulder at his lifeless form with a tilted head.
Huh? Who knew a body could bend that way?
She may be an acrobat. She may be quite flexible but she is pretty sure no leg is supposed to bend that way….or arm….or neck for that matter. Yeah she is pretty sure of that but to her defense it was his fault. He spooked her. Besides what's the deal with all these henchmen anyways? Didn't they know in every fairy tail the good guys always win? Why bother showing up to work if you know you're just gonna be another nick on another's belt? And speaking of idiots she can hear another one racing towards her in the same direction his fallen comrade had come from. Just another idiot that will fall to the might of Harley Quinn. Only this time it will be a little more difficult from the sound of the clip running dry of her handgun the moment she pulls back on the trigger. A sound that simply makes her shrug her shoulders and toss the now useless firearm over her shoulder before rearing back she sends her baseball bat spinning through the air before the sound of a loud crack is heard when wood meets bone. As her bat comes crashing into the henchmen's face causing him to stumble backwards with his handgun dropping down to the ground with a clang at the same time as the baseball bat. A henchman whose right hand immediately comes up to clutch his bruised forehead as Harley skips over towards him and picks up her bat from the ground. This movement that catches his eye before the moment he looks up instantly his blood splatters against a nearby wall when she smashes the end of the baseball bat clean into the middle of his face shattering his nose upon impact making a loud scream of pain to escape his lips. A scream that makes Harley cringe as the henchmen stumbles backwards with his free hand outstretched clutching a nearby wall in an attempt to put as much distance between him and her. A futile attempt as she closes the distance between them and grabs a hold of the front of his blood covered shirt before without any delay she knees him hard in the groin causing his breath to hitch and for his knees to buckle until he drops to the ground when she releases her hold on him.
Aww poor little fella but he shoulda known better. What's that lame as saying again? Crime always pays? Well he just paid alright. Paid with his crown jewels that even kitty won't touch.
Deciding to take pity on the man skipping past him and down the hallway as she is about to pass another corner, suddenly Harley comes to a stop when she hears a hushed conversation taking place just around the corner. When she hears the familiar sound of a handgun being cocked. Sounds that make her roll her eyes and lean her back up against the wall with her bat coming up to be clutched tightly against her chest just waiting for the henchmen to make the first move. Just waiting for them to emerge and it only takes a few seconds before she catches the sight of an outstretched hand pointing a firearm directly ahead. An arm the moment comes within striking distance makes her raise her baseball bat up high before with all of her might she swings the bat down striking the henchmen's outstretched wrist causing a loud scream of pain to echo through the hallway. Causing for his handgun to drop to the ground making her reveal herself from around the corner and drive the end of her baseball bat hard into the henchman's exposed stomach not once but twice before she changes the bat's course and lands a clean hit to his jaw sending him off his feet and land down onto the hardwood floor with a thud. Hearing nothing but the poor man groaning from the ground letting out a giggle blowing him a kiss with a quick wink just as she gets just a few feet past him the sound of a door flying open causes Harley to snap her eyes up before instantly they go as wide as saucers as the bubble she had been blowing up pops causing the gum to splatter against her face.
Well….shit!
She should have known oh dickless would pick this particular moment to show up. Not only that but with a loaded handgun to boot. A sight Harley chuckles nervously at before as though her body goes into survival mode instantly she snaps around and makes a beeline back from once she came with nothing but the sound of gunshots echoing through the air. As round after round are shot at her making her duck her head as she zig zags across the hallway before rounding the corner heading directly back for the staircase as though her hair is on fire. A staircase she doesn't bother descending down the traditional way and instead decides to take the faster approach by sliding down one of the wooden railings as Roman races down the hallway after her with a deep scowl across his face. A scowl that only gets deeper as his face turns beet red in anger when he looks down towards the first level finding Harley nowhere in sight. Anger he lets be known when he screams out in frustration and glares all around the entrance of the manor.
" Oh Miss Quinzel? Where are you?"
" Gee? I don't know numb nuts? Maybe hiding behind a corner?"
Her and her big mouth. Just why did she have to say that. Especially from the way she sees him snap his head in her direction before he fires off round after round her way causing her to back up further away from the corner she is hiding behind until the sound of a click from his clip going dry makes her scoot back to where she had once been and take a peak around the corner towards the staircase finding Roman reloading the handgun with a fresh clip behind the wooden railing at the top of the stairs. Well she mind as well finish what she started.
" Wow! Way to shoot off blanks! Don't worry it happens to the best of them and don't worry! I won't tell just anyone about this. I'll tell everyone!"
The absolute wrong thing for her to say by the way she has to duck quickly back around the corner as a wave of rounds come barreling at the wall causing chips to the wall to come flying off upon impact. Round after round that makes Harley clutch her baseball bat even closer to her chest while her eyes dart around the room for anything that she might be able to use to her advantage with nothing jumping out to her other than what looks to be a really expensive vase. This uniquely shaped vase with an even more unique pattern across the sides. A bit overrated in her book. The perfect projectile to use for this situation. She just needs to get to it before he can manage to get a lucky shot on her but how? The million dollar question that echoes through her mind as Roman continues to rain down round after round from the second level completely unaware of a certain feline silently stalking up directly behind him with a cold look across her face. A woman that comes to a stop within striking distance of him glaring at the back of his head just waiting for the right moment to strike. Just waiting for the right moment to sink her claws into him and that moment comes when the sound of a click from the clip running dry echoes through the air. A sound that makes her uncurl her whip as she sees him scrambling for a fresh clip from his belt before she makes her presence felt when she cracks the end of her whip loudly against the hardwood floor causing his grip on the clip to disappear sending the clip falling down onto the hardwood floor with a thud and snap around his body around in her direction with this look of surprise across his anger and rage filled face. This shock that proves to be his downfall when she lands a clean swift kick to his outstretched hand before he has a chance to react causing his handgun to come flying out of his hand and soaring down onto the first floor with a thud. A kick that is followed with another when a solid kick lands clean against his chest causing Roman to stumble backwards until the wooden railing gives in sending him crashing down to the hardwood down below with his head making a sickening crunch once it meets the unforgiving ground below
This sudden crash that makes Harley's eyes widen in surprise before she takes a chance to take a peek around the corner only for her eyes to go completely wide in total shock. She was pretty sure she didn't cause that. The way Roman is staring directly up with a puddle of blood forming underneath him. The way these wood shards surround him that look awfully familiar to her. A scene she can only take in for a few seconds as she watches Roman desperately try to crawl away while clutching his right arm to his chest before another enters into her line of vision. Well more of like drops down into her line of vision but hey give her a break will ya! A familiar feline who lands down directly in front of Roman blocking Harley's view of his face but not from his scream of pain when a heel connects clean into his side sending him rolling across the hardwood floor and into a small wooden nightstand causing the nightstand's contents to come tumbling down onto the ground alone with the small piece of furniture. A scene she could watch all day if it wasn't for the shiny object not so far away from Roman. A discarded handgun whose owner would no longer be needing the firearm on the account of his rotting corpse nearby. A handgun she can clearly see Roman crawling towards before within a blink of an eye Harley beats him to the punch and steps hard onto his outstretched hand causing him to howl in pain the moment he reaches for the handgun. Earning his attention from the way his eyes snap up to meet her own that scream murder grinning down towards him slowly Harley wags her index finger.
" Uh uh uh i don't think so."
Making sure her message is loud received by twisting her heel into the back of his hand making him scream out in pain lifting her heel up slightly allowing him to retract his hand and clutch it to his chest letting out an unladylike snort Harley pushes the handgun away with her boot before she turns her attention away from him to look towards the other occupant in the room with a wide smile.
" About time you showed up. I was starting to think you wouldn't show."
Letting a smirk come across her face making sure to keep an eye on Roman who continues to wither on the ground glaring coldly back and forth between them shrugging her shoulders Catwoman twirls her whip softly.
" I wouldn't miss this for the world. It's not everyday you get to be a part of an execution."
Ah it's so good to have friends especially ones that totally get her. She is right of course. Tonight is a special occasion and speaking of the man of the hour turning her sights towards him seeing nothing but a stone cold glare being directed her way blowing him a raspberry kiss causing his face to get even redder with a grin Harley nods her head happily.
" Right you are but seeing as how you are here what should we do with him hmm? Now i'm not against putting a bullet in his head and calling it a day but that's just too easy. Especially after what this bastard tried to do."
This certainly catches her attention. Now did she think Harley wasn't that bright? Of Course not! When she puts her mind to something she can be one of the deadliest women in the city. It was only her choice in men that could be called into question but if the rumors she has been hearing are true then perhaps she has finally seen the light. It was to be expected. She knew the compromise she made on that fateful night could one day lead to this. She just never thought she would see the day that Harley would leave The Joker behind. This dazed look filled with nothing but confusion across Catwoman's face that simple makes Harley roll her eyes as a pout comes across her face.
" Oh please! Any idiot could figure it out. What did you think? That Mister J only just so happened to crash the party after dickless here was free from the line of fire? It was clear as day to me just who was the man behind the plan."
She had to admit she is quite impressed. Everything she said was true. It was only after this Roman Sionis was out of the line of fire before The Joker decided to make an appearance. A deranged madman that has been circulating the rumor mill of late. Rumors of being flat broke. Rumors of him owing some big time money to those you didn't want to get deep with. Just the right ingredients to mix together with the clown to cause his favorite thing in the entire world. Nothing but chaos and boy did he ever cause some with his latest action. The last thing he will ever do. That she promises.
" Well if it was up to me, I would leave him hanging by that lovely chandelier above us."
Glancing back up at the chandelier hanging high above them with an idea quickly formulating in her head with a grin nodding her head without giving Catwoman a chance to get another word in edgewise skipping across the room to retrieve the handgun she had kicked away with a twirl Harley snaps around and aims the handgun up towards the line holding up the chandelier before she pulls back on the trigger causing Catwoman to leap back a couple of feet and out of harm's way when the line gives way sending the chandelier soaring downward towards the hardwood floor. Towards a shell shocked Roman who only has a chance to raise up his blood covered hands before the chandelier comes crashing on top of him. A chandelier that explodes into thousands of pieces covering him in broken glass as nothing but his feet twitching on the ground can be seen. This carnage Catwoman stares down at with wide eyes before a hum coming from Harley makes her snap her head up in the jester's direction finding her nodding her head in approval with her trusty bat being used as a crutch.
" What? I wanted to shoot him and you wanted to hang him by that chandelor. I call this the perfect compromise."
Amusement Mile. Once one of the main attractions for Gotham City. An amusement park that has it all. Water rides as far as the eye can see. Ferris wheels that tower over everything in sight. Even what was claimed to be a thrill seeking roller coaster. The perfect place to bring the entire family during the summer season. That is until the very place that brought so much joy became a place filled with nightmares. Became a place another sick and twisted individual decided to make his own. An amusement park now that has seen better days. Rides no longer active. Control panels with numerous wires sticking out. Burnt marks laced across numerous rides. The once clean water now turned into nothing but a toxic waste dump. An amusement park none have adventured inside of since the last time it had been active thanks to The Joker. That is until now as a lone woman stalks her way silently towards the amusement park with two green vines slithering around her feet like cobras ready to strike at a moment's notice if they sense their mistress is in danger. These vines that burrow deep into the ground causing the pavement to crack from above with every step she takes. With every stride she makes as she nears this monstrosity. This disgusting site before her very eyes. A sight that makes her shake her head just thinking about all of her precious children that had been slaughtered by these pitiful mammals just to create this putred site. Some that she can even hear now screaming in agony from the weight of these metal structures crushing their very vines. From blocking out their sun.
But not for long. This amusement park will have to go. Will be turned into nothing but a distant memory along with the sick and twisted bastard that has on more than one occasion called this place his home. A reminder that stares at her dead in the face the moment Ivy comes up towards the front gates of the amusement park. These locked gates with what she knew to be a nearly brand new set of padlocks attached but it is what is passed the gates that makes her scowl. This sight that makes her blood boil. A spray painted image of The Joker's face on the ferris wheel just up ahead. An image as though the vines can sense her mistress's anger cause them to instantly react from the way they shoot out of the ground causing the pavement around her to be lifted up and thrusted away while making quick work of the gates as they head directly towards the ferris wheel. A ferris wheel that doesn't stand a chance as sharp thorns are heard screeching against the metal of the ride from every angle. As more and more vines shoot up from the ground wrapping around the support legs and start pulling back causing the whole entire ride to start to shake as the support legs become more and more loose by the second until the support legs slowly lift up out of the dirt before momentum takes over as the ferris wheel comes crashing down into another ride causing a loud crash to echo through the air. A crash that echoes for miles as the clear sky above is covered in this large dirt cloud that hovers over the amusement park.
This cloud Ivy looks up to stare at with her scowl only deepening before without a care in the world she strides on forward deeper into the amusement park. Deeper into the clown's playground. A clown that surely would have shown his face by now if he was here. If not well she will take great pleasure in ripping the skin off from his bones the moment she drags him out of the hole he is hiding in. Will take great pleasure in feeding his lifeless body to her hungry children though right now that would be a mercy killing. Perhaps she will feed him to her children while he is still alive? It would be only fitting end for the very monster that has terrorized and brought so much suffering to not only these filthy mammals that litter these lands but also her precious children too afraid to sprout up in his presence.
But not for much longer. Soon her beautiful babies will sprout up from these grounds. Soon enough nothing but the color green will be seen all around this rotten city. Plants she can hear whispering from underneath the soil as they guide her towards the center of the amusement park where she knew she would find him. The very place used to control every single thing inside of this amusement park. A control center nicknamed the room of horrors by many of the citizens that lived through the terrifying experiences of having to be a part of The Joker's schemes. Had lived through ride after ride being shut down at the worst possible times. Lived through having to hang on for their lives dangling like a worm on a hook from what felt like stories high once their seatbelts had been released with a mere click of a button. Had lived through the toxic gases filling the air while a sickening laugh filled their eardrums.
Oh yes his end will come on this very night. As her children as her witness she swears this. A silent promise that is heard loud and clear by every single plant and vine alike as they start to react in their own ways to ensure their mistress's goal is achieved. The way the ground starts to shake violently as though an earthquake is occurring. The way dirt covered vines spring up out of the cracks in the pavement and start to attack everything in their grasp violently causing nothing but the screeching of sharp thorns scratching against hard metal to be heard. As support beams are slowly ripped out of the ground without any remorse. Sounds that are oblivious to Ivy as she stalks her way down the steps leading into the control center with nothing but her silent footsteps echoing off the walls as she descends down into darkness. As she descends further and further into this dark abyss with nothing but two vines leading the way for her. Vines that slither down the cold steps before they shoot forward the moment an entrance way is seen down below while she follows after them at a more subtle pace. Vines to her confusion start to react rather violently from the way she can hear glass being shattered from inside of the room. As she sees lights starting to flicker with nothing but loud screeching echoing through the air and she soon learns why.
This room. This control center just screams The Joker. The way the walls are spray painted with nothing but these twisted looking clown images. The way every single monitor is littered with the same ha,ha,ha phrase all over them. Even the controls remind her of him from the way it looks as though someone intentionally does every single key with some kind of colored paint. A room that needs to be destroyed. A room that makes her scowl as her eyes search around for any sort of life. As she keeps an ear out for any sort of sound from anyone hiding somewhere but nothing is heard. Nothing is seen just making her scowl deepen as a growl escapes her lips. A growl that suddenly turns into a frustrated scream causing a chain reaction to occur as every single plant and vine inside of the amusement park reacts to her scream. Cause for the two vines accompanying her to thrash around and trash the control room violently sending broken shards of glass everywhere from destroyed security monitors. As vines outside of the command center rip away every little bit of pavement that had been covering the ground before turning their sights to destroy everything in sight. As every single ride in the amusement park starts to shake violently from the way more and more vines wrap around the supporting beams of each ride and start to pull back with all of their might as the whole area starts to shake violently. This shaking that is ignored as Ivy stalks her way out of the control center as nothing but the sound of ride after ride coming crashing down all around her filling the once clear air with a dust cloud.
" I see you still have that temper of yours."
Immediately snapping around with a command for her vines to attack on the tip of her tongue instantly as she finds herself staring into the familiar face of an amused looking Catwoman while Harley grins widely from behind the feline waving happily at her lowering her left hand down Ivy's lips twitch upward.
" Hiya Red! I love what you've done to the place!"
Wayne Manor. The luxurious home of Bruce Wayne. One of the only places in this city she has yet to adventure into. A place she often thought about what the inside looks like whenever her former puddin had some kind of diabolical scheme cooked up for the Wayne Heir. how couldn't she? She was pretty sure every single woman in this germ infested city fantasized once or twice about what it would be like to be the new Mrs Wayne. The fancy balls they would be in charge of on a consistantince basis. The luxurious lifestyle they would quickly grow accustomed to never having to worry about a simple thing like money ever again. Not to mention living in a fricken castle like some princess. Yep a true fairytale story for whoever would end up with Mr Wayne. Luckily for her then that she is the sharing type and doesn't get the slightest but jealous just thinking about him with another woman. Well only a little bit and only if they aren't on her short list of women she would find acceptable to share him with but that is a story for another time.
Right now she can't help but like everything she is seeing. What wasn't there to like about this luxurious mansion? Rooms as far as her eyes can see. Colorful walls unlike the plain and shitty exterior back at dickless's place. Heck even the chandelier hanging high above screams luxury and looks awfully fine to take a ride on to the bottom level. But as luxurious as the mansion is the one place she is looking oh so forward into seeing is the legendary Batcave. Just thinking about all the gadgets and fancy gizmos that will soon be at her disposal just makes her giddy in all the right places but despite all of the fantasies she can imagine coming to life inside of this mansion there is just one thing missing.
Wasn't there an old geezer working here? What was his name again? Arnold? Harold? Alfred? I can't remember.
She might not remember his name but she can remember his face? A rather nice fella if she was to say so. A quiet man from the distance but she wouldn't let that fool her. Its always the quiet ones that turn out to be the loose cannons. Trust her,she knows. Which just begs the question where is he? A question Harley ponders silently to herself as she follows Catwoman through the mansion with the feline having a clear destination in mind from the way she walks as though she owns the place. A question that slowly is replaced with internal confusion the more she takes a closer look around. Especially as she walks through what she can imagine to be the living room. Luxurious couches and chairs covered up in tarp with the makings of dirt and dust starting to overtake them. A television that looks as though it hasn't been used in quite some time. Curtains covering every single window in sight giving this room a dark gloomy feel to it. Yep something was clearly wrong with this picture and she didn't need to be a former psychiatrist to figure it out either. No sir, the puzzle pieces are right there layed out in front of her. Unfortunately she isn't much into puzzles. No she is a more checkers type of gal.
Luckily for her then that a certain little kitty,kitty knows the very answers she is seeking then and speaking of kitty's, Harley is forced to sprint out of the living room just to catch up to Catwoman as the feline enters into another room. A room with a little more life than the previous one but not much. What appears to be some kind of den. Not much of a mancave if you were to ask her. In fact it just screams borning. Bookshelves seen all around the room. An old grandfather clock that could use a good dusting. No television sets. No naughty posters hanging up anywhere. Not even any valuables to show off to others the moment they enter into the room. Nope nothing but this small library. Heck the only thing that even gives this room a little bit of life is the very fish tank Catwoman stalks her way towards. A fish tank filled with some rather exotic small fish along with a fancy replica of Wayne Manor. She just hoped she wasn't about to see her eat a live fish right now. Not that she wasn't against eating fish but yuck!
" I know you have many questions running through that mind of yours. I ask for you to be patient while I explain. To answer the main question, I can see running through your mind no one has lived here except for Bruce for quite some time."
Now that she certainly wasn't expecting. She shouldn't be surprised really. The mansion is filthy and she couldn't see the old man letting it get this way. Well at least if he wanted to keep his job. Maybe that is it? That Bruce ended up firing the old coot for something? Nah! She couldn't see him ever doing that. He is such a nice guy. No way he would ever kick someone to the curb unless they were really asking for it. So then just what had happened?
" What about…."
" Alfred?"
Not even needing to glance her way to know Harley is nodding her head focusing solely on the fish tank in front of her fighting the urge to swipe one of these delicious looking fish out of the tank dipping her right hand down into the fish tank earning a rather confused look from the gesture swaying her hand through the water until she can reach inside of the toy castle suddenly with a flick of her thumb Catwoman hears a gasp escape Harley's lips as the sound of a familiar click coming from the grandfather clock is heard echoing through the room. And to think she isn't surprised even in the slightest at seeing what Harley's reaction is to this. The way she sees the jester's eyes light up as she bounces up and down like a kid knowing they are about to enter inside a candy store. Could she blame her? Not really. She had to admit. The first time she had ever entered into The Batcave she too was quite excited. In fact she couldn't remember the last time she purred that much.
" I don't know all the details but from what I've learned Alfred had been sick for quite sometime and withheld that information from Bruce to ease his pain. What you don't know is Alfred wasn't just a butler to Bruce. He was like a father to him and he always looked out for him since the moment he was born until his last dying breath. He was a great man and I believe Pamela said it best even the most beautiful of flowers must wither away and die with time."
Dead? Dead!?
Out of everything she was expecting to hear this certainly wasn't it. Maybe the old man using some well deserved sick time. Maybe retiring but to croak? Yep she certainly wasn't expecting this but kitty was right. Time catches up to everyone and Alfred's time just ran out. A real pity. From everything she has heard he seemed like such a sweet guy too. She'll just have to ask more about him later and just how kitty knows so much about not only this but this whole mansion as well.
Wait? Did she already claim him before me!?
Judging from the smug look she can see Catwoman attempting to hide as she walks on past her to the grandfather clock it is as clear as day to her.
That sneaky little….
Suddenly any thoughts of integrating this naughty kitty go out the window the moment she sees the grandfather be pushed aside revealing a stone steps descending down into the darkness. The entrance to The Batcave. An entrance that makes Harley's eyes go wide as a wide smile comes across her face before without needing to be told twice she zips past Catwoman and skips down the stone steps happily humming a tune not catching the way her feline companion merely shakes her head in amusement and follows after her closing the grandfather clock behind her with a click.