Silent humming echoing off the empty walls. The silent plops of a small wand being dipped into a bottle of nail polish. Scribbling of a pencil being put hard to work. A blinding light shining from high above an office desk where a lone occupant could be found sketching away drawing after drawing of what he would declare his personal masterpieces while another hums happily away on her stomach painting her nails from her spot on a nearby makeshift bed. What he would claim to be real pieces of art unlike the boring paintings found around the world. Far more enthusiastic than the likes of the boring Mona Lisa. More brilliant than the likes of The Creation of Adam. Don't even get him started on that Michelangelo fella. No what he is drawing is true works of art. At least they are in his mind anyways. If anyone else was to see just what he is working on they would think differently. They would find them to be twisted and rather disturbing but not him. No, he finds them to be rather beautiful.
Sketches of his favorite person in the whole entire world. Sketches of his favorite masked wacko in some unique situations. Torture devices stretching his every limb. Some even going so far as popping off a few body parts here and there. Dunk tanks filled with the very same acid that has turned him into the man he is today. A wonderful green bath he has dreamed so much about since that fateful night. He couldn't really blame Batsy for letting him swim with the fishes. If he hadn't they wouldn't have shared all the fun times they've had together. The high speed car chases through Gotham City always making sure to put on a good show for the viewers at home. The kidnappings of every single government official stupid enough to sign up for the job. All the laughs they shared thanks to his special laughing gas. Oh yes they are destined to do this forever.
But to do that he would need to step up his game. The kidnappings,the high speed chases have become so….boring. It was time to spice things up a bit and that is why he is here right now working through the night on his next great masterpiece. The final act before the curtains come down once and for all on this play. The only question is how? Just how did he want to have it all end? Shooting him was out of the question. Guns are too quick. You can savor all the little emotions. In one's last moments people show who they really are. He has witnessed this first hand. Mothers pleading for someone,anyone to save their children during their final moments. Proclaimed rehabilitated murderers and rapists averting right back to the very things they claim not to be. He has seen it all. Except for him. What would Batman's last emotions be? Would he beg for mercy just like every criminal that was caught by him? Would he still be defiant even as he takes his last dying breath? Would he even go so far as for asking for forgiveness? A question he has often wondered about during his little vacations inside of the luxurious Arkham Asylum but the time to find out will soon come enough.
Now it was just the matter of putting on the final touches to this dramatic love story. A shame really what had to happen to his former love sick puppy. She was such a sweet gal. Such a stupid and misguided fool but even she had her moments. At least she was better than the pompous idiot he has gotten to replace her with. What is her name again? Punchy? Pepper? He can't remember. There are more important things to remember than a girl's silly little name but he had to give his new gal credit. She does have a way of spicing things up.
When he had been first approached about eliminating a certain billionaire playboy he had been rather disappointed. Going after the rich and powerful just didn't do it for him anymore. When he started hearing about what this playboy was starting to do to free some of his fellow inmates from Arkham he had outright laughed. Finally a man of taste he had said. Especially when it was announced his little love sick puppy would be the test subject for this new criminal reformation act of his.
At least that was until he had seen what this billionaire playboy was up to. Didn't the boy know it's not nice to play with things that aren't yours? A lesson his dead parents should have taught him long ago. Not to mention that senile old fool that drives him around everywhere. A lesson he would have to teach this playboy the hard way and poor little Harley had to be at the receiving end of another heartbreak. Such a shame too. They did look really cute together. The way she would cling to his arm with this puppy dog look. Perhaps he will be able to find a way to have them buried right next to each other? He owed her that much for all time's sake.
And speaking of his little minions should have been back by now. I mean how long can it take to dispose of one woman? He practically gave her to them on a silver platter. The street address she lives on,a copy of her apartment,even the time she was expected to be back for the perfect ambush. An idiot couldn't screw this up.
Hmmm? Perhaps I should have sent the doit with them? God forbid that woman never shuts up.
Mentally shrugging this thought away reaching up absently to wipe away a bead of sweat dripping down from his forehead bringing his pencil up to his mouth to chew on the eraser as he looks down at the sketch in front of him trying to figure out the one last detail needed after a few seconds The Joker's eyes light up as a grin comes across his face before without thinking twice he brings the pencil back down and writes down his train of thoughts. This movement that is watched by Punchline as she looks at the back of his head with a deep frown before with a loud sigh she gets up off from the makeshift bed and makes her way over towards him just in time to hug him from behind as he snaps upright with his finished sketch in his hands.
" Puddin? When are you coming back to bed? I feel so lonely without my teddy bear to snuggle with."
Ahh yes. Her again. Now he remembers her name. Harley #2. The new and improved Harley. One not so clingy. Not so brainy as the other had been. One that truly gets him not feeling an ounce of remorse for his actions. That is what he had put down for what he was looking for. In the end though? He had just ended up with another carbon copy of the original. Though this one was more open to have a certain green bath if her latest actions to please him is any indication.
Letting out a defeated sigh gently placing his sketch back down on the table turning in her arms so that he can properly face her seeing her best puppy dog eye look on full display flashing his best award winning smile to her earning himself a smile of her without looking away from her eyes reaching up The Joker lays his right hand down on Punchline's cheek and strokes her cheek lovingly.
" Harls? How many times do i need to tell you….stop….calling….me….puddin!?"
A line he barely finishes before he pushes her roughly away causing a squeal to escape Punchline's lips as she goes stumbling down to the ground holding her cheek with nothing but this hurtful look across her face. Hurt that turns into nothing but hatred as her eyes flash into anger the moment she snaps back up to her feet and glares at his retreating form as The Joker goes back to his desk like nothing ever happened.
" And how many times do i need to remind you my name isn't Harls!? It's Punchline!? P,U,N,C,H,L,I,N,E!?"
He really should have put out better fliers for the job. This woman was already starting to become too much. At least the other Harley had a way to get rid of the throbbing headache he can feel building up from her latest outburst. My name is Punchline oh please. She wouldn't even have a name let alone a career without her so she can take her whining and shove it up her tight little….
A thought he is unable to finish when suddenly the ground underneath him shakes violently throwing The Joker back and crashing down to the pavement. These violent shakes that stop momentarily for a second as he scrambles to his knees and looks around the room while Punchline does the same in nothing but confusion but it doesn't last for long when suddenly the ground shakes violently once again alone with the rest of the room making Punchline squeak with freight and quickly duck down to get underneath the makeshift bed while The Joker merely looks around in confusion just watching the whole room move around him. Just watches as the hanging object after object comes crashing off the walls one by one. A sight he watches in confusion until a faint sound is heard through the chaos making him smile. Making him start to laugh uncontrollably causing Punchline to stare at The Joker in nothing but horror from her hiding place.
Ace Chemicals. Such a disgusting sight. An abomination. A disgusting wart hanging on by a thread to this beautiful world. This putrid sight that has caused so much pain for her children. Endless forests demolished by landscaping crews. Beautiful flowers burrowed underground never seeing the light of day. She can hear their cries. Hear their sorrows. Their pleas for help from someone to do something about his injustice against them.
And their prayers have been answered. Just not in the way neither she or them ever imagined. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine ever having this impressive piece of machinery at her disposal. To think The Batmobile could be used in situations like this just makes her smile but it was to be expected. Nothing Bruce Wayne ever does should surprise her anymore and that includes all of his inventions. A Batmobile parked just outside of Ace Chemicals raining down every weapon at its disposal down onto the unprotected factory before her. A factory she only watches out of the corner of her eye shake with every single electrical charge hitting its mark from this magnificent vehicle while she watches safely from the inside going over every little detail in the medical chart resting across her lap. Details she knew by heart by now. Details the more and more she keeps rereading makes her anger return in tenfold. Makes her nails dig deeper into her palms as her lips keep twisting into a deep scowl.
But she couldn't let it control her. No being angry wouldn't do her any good right now. Wouldn't do Bruce any good right now. She can already picture what was going through the minds of those pitiful mammals back at the hospital. Such words as lost cause and paralyze must have been used hundreds of times by them but not her. Never by her. No unlike these disgusting mammals who call themselves professionals in their fields she won't give up. She won't give in to what a mere machine tells her like these pathetic medical personnel. She is mother nature and what she says goes. Still though these results these medical personnel had found are deeply concerning even to her. To think how much damage a few rounds could have on the human body. Even to this day it astounds her but no matter. There is always a cure to everything. There is always a way to fix things and this is no different. It may take everything she has at her disposal but she swears she'll make him better again. Necessary ingredients she can already start to list off in her head that would be needed from her personal garden. What will become their personal garden. After all her garden will need tending.
Ka Boom!
Jumping up slightly in shock tearing her eyes away from the medical chart to look out ahead instantly as she sees nothing but smoke ascending high up into the air curiosity of some ever growing flames surrounding what had once been Ace Chemicals a wide grin forms across Ivy's face. A grin that remains on her face as she exits out of The Batmobile and walks over towards a nearby ledge to look down and survey the scenery down below. A scenery that frankly would have scared her to death if she was witnessing it happening to a nearby forest or even an open field but this? This was simply beautiful. To see this stain on the land burning away before her very eyes. To see nothing but sparks shoot up into the sky like fireworks from explosion after explosion occurring all around this pitiful factory. Such a beautiful sight.
" And who says Christmas only comes once a year?"
If only Harley was here to see this she would be saying the exact same thing. More in fact. She could picture her best friend now jumping up and down for joy clapping loudly like a little kid on a sugar rush. An image for some reason makes Ivy feel nice and warm inside as a smile blossoms across her face before movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. Movement coming from the shadows as two vines slither across the ground towards her causing the dirt confining them to the ground to be lifted up. How could she possibly forget about her children. Her babies like a newborn come slithering up to her wanting attention making her lift up her right hand to stroke them each lovingly on the spine before she directs her attention back towards the burning factory in the distance.
" Go play."
A command that has instant results from the way the vines shoot past her heading directly towards the burning factory leaving two dug up tunnels in their wake. As the ground underneath her starts to shake causing Ivy to spread her arms out wide with her eyes closed until slowly the ground underneath her picks up from numerous vines.
Oh Ace Chemicals. So many fond memories here. It seemed like just yesterday when her former puddin used this place in an ill minded attempt to rid himself of her batsy watsy. Not that she would have allowed it of course. No sir. Well maybe a little but can you blame her? Dickless had been right. She is crazy. Hell just look what she is doing right now. Skipping happily through the factory humming a silent tune to herself as nothing but the sound of explosions echo all around her. She always said if she had to go, she wanted to go out with a bang. Though this wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she said that but whatever.
" Oh Puddin!? Momma's home!"
A shout that sounds much louder in her head but frankly she would be shocked if anyone would be able to hear it over these loud bangs. Still though it needed to be said and heard. She just wouldn't be herself if she didn't. Besides there are more pressing matters to attend to. She even has a list. First on the list is dealing with a certain copycating little hussie and she has a feeling just where she might find her. Hiding up Mister J's skirt like the little bitch she is.
With a destination in mind and an extra giddy up in her step twirling around her baseball bat freely in her right hand while holding a loaded handgun in her left skipping happily along through the factory hearing nothing but explosion after explosion ringing throughout the place suddenly as she hears the sound of heavy footsteps coming from up above on the second level without stopping her stride snapping her left hand up Harley sends a lone round soaring upwards causing an suddenly appearing thug to be struck clean into his shoulder and sent barreling down screaming from the second level to ground level with a sickening crunch. A thug that quickly is followed by another as Harley fires off another round up towards the second level that barely misses an kneeling thug hoping to escape the burning factory before he meets his end the moment he starts to stand and another round comes whizzing straight into his skull dropping him to the unforgiving metal with a loud thud.
Let's see that makes one,two,three,four,five! Yep that's all of them. Cheap bastard. You would think he would hire some more help but noooo!
A thought that would have made her angry in her past life. Maybe even pout and whine to her former puddin but not anymore. Nope now it just made everything so much easier. To think she often wondered sometimes how B-Man always managed to stop one of Mister J's schemes so easily. The lack of manpower was one of the things not to mention the lack of brains from the head honcho.
Click!
Now that sound she knew far too well. A sound that Harley doesn't even need to think twice about running before the sound of gunfire coming from high above on the second level is heard echoing through the open floor making her quickly duck behind a giant piece of machinery for cover. Not the best of moves on her part but hey it gets the results she is looking for by the way round after round ricochet off the machinery she is hiding behind. With any luck the psychotic bitch shooting at her will take one back in the noggin. If she was being honest she hoped not. She still has a right mind to put her over her knee and give her a good spanking. Maybe that is what she will have to do?
Tempting,tempting,tempting….nah! Screw that! This bitch is going down!
" Hey cumdumpster!? Don't you know nothing is ever as good as the original!?"
Hearing nothing but a scream of frustration bringing the handgun in her left hand up to her chest closing her eyes after a mental count of five hearing the sound of the twit's machine gun going dry snapping open her eyes without any delay Harley snaps out of her hiding place and sends round after round up towards the second level causing Punchline to squeak in freight from every near miss as she scrambles away dropping the empty uzi down onto the catwalk in the process. Rounds after rounds that don't stop there as the copy cat is forced to retreat in the opposite direction causing Harley to run after her on the ground level. Rounds that to her dislike keep hitting nothing but the metal of the catwalk as the little shrimp starts to gain on her until the sound of the handgun clip running dry makes Harley growl and simply toss the useless firearm over her shoulder before she too picks up the speed running as fast as her legs will allow her.
A sprint that allows her to take the lead over her counterpart as she sees a metal staircase straight ahead. A staircase that doesn't stand a chance as she ascends up them quickly two steps at a time before the moment she reaches the top causing to her delight Punchline to come to a halt with wide terror filled eyes. These eyes that turn to shock the moment a grin comes across Harley's face before the moment she snaps around with the intention of running back from where she once came instantly a scream escapes Punchline's lips as the baseball bat comes soaring out of Harley's hand and smashes into the back of her ankles causing her to trip and smash her face down hard onto the catwalk below.
" Ohh my! What do we have here!? A fallen wannabe!? Oh dear,oh dear!?"
Gritting her teeth clutching the metal bars of the catwalk to her left pulling herself slowly upright hearing nothing but the sound of metal clangs from the mad jester's feet making contact as she skips over to her spitting out a small amount of blood out of her mouth from her busted lip right as she turns her head to look at Harley instantly Punchline's head snaps to the side and her grip on the metal bars disappears when a solid right hook lands clean against her cheek sending her back down to the catwalk.
" You know kid? If I was you, I would start thinking about a new profession. Take it from me, Mister J isn't someone you want to be known associated with. All the bad publicity. Not to mention all the horrible sex. I mean, I know he got dipped into acid and everything but i didn't think it would you know? Decrease someone's size like that! Hell, I bet a newborn has a bigger weiner than him!"
Seeing stars doing her best to shake the cobwebs away as she comes up to her knees tuning out whatever Harley might be saying to her right now in favor of sneaking her left hand down towards the concealed knife on her ankle glancing back towards her out of the corner of her eye seeing her totally spacing out the moment she is in striking distance instantly Punchline snaps back up to her feet with her knife drawn causing Harley to stop rambling and look back her way with a grin.
" Awww! That's so adorable! Whatcha think you're gonna do with that junior? You gonna cut me up? Give me a smile!"
Not liking the tone she is hearing coming from the mad jester without looking away Punchline backs away slowly trying to put as much distance as she can from her but to her horror Harley just smirks at her and slowly follows after causing her to pick up her pace until she is sprinting away as fast as she can across the second level. These heavy footsteps that echo throughout the open room as she climbs stairwell after stairwell heading directly for the top level of the factory.
" Oh wannabe! Come out and play!"
A shout that makes her pick up her pace even more. Makes her eyes shift to look down, finding Harley stalking after her as she skips up the metal steps while ringing her baseball bat against the metal railings. A sound that makes her heart skip a beat with each bang until suddenly Punchline is blown off from her feet when a nearby wall explodes. An explosion that not only shocks herself but leaves Harley stunned as she looks up at the carnage before she shrugs it away and continues her ascent right up until she is hovering over a groaning Punchline. A bleeding Punchline who can barely make out the face of the person hovering over her.
" Hey poindexter? I think you dropped something?"
Snapping her eyes open through dazed vision as she sees Harley grinning over her holding her knife in her hand before she has a chance to react instantly Punchline's eyes widen in horror when the mad jester tosses the knife carelessly over her shoulder causing it to disappear out of sight.
" Ooops! Sorry about that! Butterfingers."
Smirking down at the way the wannabe looks as though she is about to wet herself letting out a sigh kneeling down slightly with a smile gracing her face Harley extends a hand out towards Punchline making her jump slightly in shock.
" Hey kid? No hard feelings huh? I've been in your shoes. It's not a pretty sight."
Glancing down at the offered hand then back towards Harley's smiling face sweating like bullets with every fiber of her being telling her to make a run for it while she still can reaching out hesitantly Punchline takes the offered hand before slowly she feels herself being pulled upright back to her feet causing her to wince in pain and close her eyes from the stinging sensation she can feel all over her bruised body not catching the way Harley's smile disappears as a thoughtful look comes across her face.
" Although you did try to kill my future hubby."
Instantly snapping her head back up to look towards Harley rearing back to pull her hand away only to feel the jester's grip tighten seeing the writing on the wall rearing back her free hand Punchline throws a punch Harley's way that to her shock is easily avoid before to her horror she feels herself being flipped over the metal railings and lets out an ear piercing scream as she feels herself descending down rapidly to the ground level. Not a pretty sight to watch. Even for Harley as she noticeably winces when Punchline crashes down onto the unforgiving pavement awaiting for her down below.
Huh? I guess she wasn't much of an acrobat afterall.
Mentally shrugging with a smile returning back to her face in tenfold turning on her heels away from the metal railing with her trusty baseball bat in her hand once again Harley skips happily across the catwalk humming a silent tune to herself.
This….this is….fantastic!
Only a madman would think in the lines of this. The flames starting to consume everything around him. The oricastra of never ending cannon fire rocketing the whole place into a wild frenzy. He simply loves it! Every last second of it! What a way to go! But alias the curtain can not come down yet.
Sorry Batsy! I make the rules around here and I'm afraid the show must go on!
Another thought only a madman would have. Anyone with a right mind would know this wasn't caused by Batman. No he has never once been this aggressive when it comes to taking down a criminal. To go the lengths of possibly killing someone? Never him. If only he was thinking straight he would have caught up on this too. Would have seen that this wasn't being caused by his favorite masked super wacko but by another or rather three others.
But he doesn't and instead The Joker merely grins from ear to ear as he races through the factory hugging sketch after sketch tightly to his chest looking for the nearest exit to get safely out to his getaway car and make a beeline out of here. His men and his new squeeze can take care of their guest. That is what he hired them for. But before he can get too far suddenly his feet come out from underneath him and he is sent face first to the ground when a whip wraps around the back of his right ankle causing all the papers he is holding to go spewing across the floor in a heap. A landing that makes him groan and turn over so that he can lie down on his back before he lifts his head up to see just who is on the other side of the whip. Not that he didn't already have a clue. A rather furious looking Catwoman who simply retracts her whip causing him to crawl backwards slightly from the mean look she has in her eyes. From the predatory look she has as though she is stalking a wounded bird and his retreat just seems to anger her more from the way she stalks after him with her whip lashing out cracking violently into the ground right where his feet had just been.
" Why so serious kitty? You lose your favorite yarn ball?"
An question met with a growl before The Joker is forced to leap back when Catwoman lashes out her whip once again with even more force behind it, making him start to sweat bullets.
" You played a dangerous game the other night and i'm here to bestow upon you the consequences for what you have done."
An declaration he barely has a chance to react towards before her whip violently comes back towards him once again only this time he is prepared for it by the way he snaps his right hand out in an effort to catch the end of the whip but she saw it coming and with ease to The Joker's shock makes the end of the whip wrap around his extended wrist before instantly Catwoman springs forward from her spot like a cat pouncing on its prey driving a well placed flying knee straight into his unprotected face rocketing backwards to the ground. A blow he has no time to recover from when she quickly straddles him and with a swipe of her left hand slashes a deep gash into his cheek making him scream out in pain before he knees her in the lower back sending her rolling off of him the moment he sees her about to slash him again.
A moment he uses to quickly get himself back to his feet with his right hand reaching inside of his purple suit for a concealed handgun as he sees her twirl her whip around but before he has a chance to use it suddenly he retracts his hand into his chest when Catwoman sends the end of her whip forward snatching the firearm right out of his hand sending it soaring out of reach with a clang making him quickly back away with wide shocked eyes before The Joker quickly raises his hands up in surrender as she simply growls at him and stalks after him.
" Wait!? You wouldn't hit a guy wearing glasses would you?"
Scrambling into his purple jacket pocket quickly pulling out a pair of reading glasses and putting them on giving her the best smile he can muster up as he sees Catwoman coming to an halt with her scowl softening a slightly relieved look comes across The Joker's face.
" I wouldn't but she would."
Before he has a chance to respond instantly The Joker screams out in pain when two vines go piercing through his arms from behind. Screams that only get louder as the vines twist violently in his open cuts and turn him around digging further into his flesh as he is hoisted up into the air before he finds himself staring into another furious eyes. Into the familiar furious green eyes of Poison Ivy's furious with another vine floating just behind her. As for the vines piercing his flesh? As though sensing their mistress's mood they slowly bring him even closer to her until instantly she reacts by slapping him viciously across the face making his head snap to the side from the impact before she grabs a hold of his throat and forces his eyes to look back into her own while the vine behind her inches closer and closer with a clear intention.
" Stop!?"
This sudden shout that echoes through the air making everyone turn towards the source finding Harley making her way over towards them from behind Ivy. a shout that only makes Catwoman growl with every intention to voice out her displeasure of what she is hearing until something she sees makes the words dry up. Sees nothing but this determined look in Harley's eyes as she walks calmly over clutching a handgun tightly to her side. This look of hatred in her eyes as she looks towards The Joker. A look that doesn't go unnoticed either by Ivy as her facial features soften slightly understanding just what is going through her best friend's mind right now and what she and she alone needs to do.
Understanding that makes her take a couple of steps back giving Harley the floor as she commands the vines to retreat causing them to rip out of The Joker's flesh causing him to scream out in pain as he drops down to his hands and knees with blood gushing down his sides. With this intense pain making his arms dangle by his sides as he sees a pair of legs stop directly before him making him look up with a smile seeing nothing but this determined Harley looking down at him with nothing but intense anger and rage filling her eyes.
" Harley…."
A name he can barely get out before a vicious kick lands clean against the side of his face knocking him down to the ground. A kick that is followed by another then another when Harley circles around The Joker leaving nothing untouched landing vicious blow after blow all over his body until she circles back to his front and kicks him repeatedly in the stomach making him cough up mouthfuls of blood onto the ground. Kicks after what seems like forever come to a stop making him wince every single time he takes a breath as she pants silently from above until suddenly he grits his teeth when he feels her grabbing a handful of his hair before to his shock Harley shoves the end of the handgun straight into his mouth and cocks back the barrel forcing his eyes to suddenly look up into her own.
Eyes that show so much emotion remembering so many things. Remembering all of the times he had ever abused her. All the broken bones. All the times he had hit her for no reason other than because he deemed it to be fun. These intense seconds that trickle on by as tears threaten to spill out from her eyes before her eyes. Watery eyes that make Catwoman and Ivy share a quick look of concern before the moment they try to approach they each freeze up in shock when they see a sadistic smile come across her face.
" Mister J? Before you bite the big one, I'm gonna let you in on a little something and since i'm about to blow your fucking head off it won't hurt to let you know. I hate you. I've always hated you. Your shrieks full of glee. Your greasy hair. Your stupid god damn obsession with Batman and speaking of B-Man. I…."
Glancing over her shoulder seeing nothing but encouraging looks flashing her companions, a quick smile Harley returns her attention back down towards The Joker to give him a smirk.
" Correction we are fucking him and make no mistake about it he is so ggggoooodddd! Ummm!"
Ignoring the look of anger starting to fill his eyes, shoving the end of the handgun deeper into his mouth letting out a dreamy sigh Harley returns her attention back down towards him.
" And make no mistake about this. We're gonna have little bat juniors running around one day and I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure you become ancient history. I will personally make sure you are erased for the history books. I will make it as though you never existed. That is what you always cared about right. Leaving a lasting image."
Smirking down from the way he just stares at her with nothing but anger with a twinkle in her eye instantly Harley pulls back on the trigger causing Catwoman and Ivy to snap their heads to look away from the gruesome sight as the round pierces straight through The Joker's head and out through the other side before his lifeless body flops down to the ground with a thud.
" Thought you should know."
Beep….beep….beep….
The constant sound of the heart monitor at work. The sound of shuffling feet coming from the outside of the room. Prying eyes watching their every move. Minor annoyances that could be dealt with easy enough but they knew they shouldn't. It would cause only more problems for them. For now they would only focus on what they can. Focus on what they do best.
Catwoman hiding up amongst the shadows on the roof ready to pounce at anything at the first sign of danger. So far nothing has jumped out to her except the annoying red dots that would appear from ballsy snipers who have the nerve to point a rifle at her. Police officers that have joined every other that has dared tried to interfere with what is going on here by the way of a few scratches and claws.
Harley sitting on guard inside of the room petting her trusty canine companions with a handgun hanging loosely in her free hand while her eyes remain trained on the hospital door with this look almost daring anyone to test her patience. Not since one had tried to interfere with what her best friend had been doing. As far as she was concerned he got off lucky by only being bitten by both Lou and Bud.
As for Ivy? She is the most active. The way she constantly checks Bruce's vitals every hour on the dote while looking over his medical chart to compare. The way every few hours she goes over to change out his IV bag. IV bags filled with a green substance of her own creation.
A routine that would stay with them for days on end. Endless days filled with hope that today would be the day he would wake up. That today would be the day they would hear him speak. But today? The fourth day since The Gotham Sirens had been reformed. Today Harley has a real good feeling that today will be the day. It would only be fitting afterall. It's gonna take four to tango now. Especially with The Sirens already compromising on a few certain things concerning their favorite caped crusader. It was only up to him now to decide just when a new era can begin.
Glancing up towards the clock hanging on the wall finding it to be half past two in the morning leaning back in her chair and glancing to her side at Bruce's sleeping face finding him still in a deep sleep letting out a sigh gently squeezing his hand reaching up with her free hand as she starts to rub her tired eyes with the back of her free hand suddenly the faintest of a squeeze of her hand makes Harley come to a sudden pause. A squeeze she can't help but return, almost wishing she wasn't just imagining it before her eyes go wide as she snaps wide awake when she feels her hand being squeezed. This feeling that makes her head snap to look towards Bruce's face finding him starting to stir making a wide smile come across her face as her eyes start to burn.
" Bruce? Brucey you wake?"
A smile that only widens when Harley sees Bruce's eyes slowly flickering open before they land on her. These blue eyes she could stare at for hours as silent tears run down her cheeks causing her to feel him squeezing her hand once again. A squeeze she returns with one of her own before she leans forward and plants a kiss on his hairline and pulls back with a grin when she sees this flash of happiness in his eyes. A look she watches turn into shock when she sends him a wink before rushing over to throw open the hospital windows and stick her head out with her eyes darting upward.
" Kitty!? Kitty, he's awake!?"
A shout as she pulls her head back sees bring nothing but confusion to Bruce and she couldn't really blame him. He is about to be in for quite the shock soon enough. Especially once Red shows back up here any minute now to check on her favorite patient. But that doesn't stop Harley from teasing him by the way she rushes back towards him and before anyone can do anything to stop her leaps up and plops into the open space on the hospital bed and clings to his side right as Catwoman slips through the open window and Ivy comes walking into the hospital room reading Bruce's latest medical chart while holding a fresh batch of what Harley liked to call her love juice.
" Red!? He's waking up!"
An IV bag that comes crashing down the moment she looks towards the hospital bed finding Bruce's head moving slightly causing her to rush over to be to his left and claim his left hand within her own while Catwoman rushes over to the other side and does the same. This movement Bruce can barely see through his dazed vision as voices that sound so far away echo through his eardrums. A daze that keeps getting harder and harder for him to see forcing him to close his eyes before with a lot of difficulty he forces them slightly open finding three blurry faces in front of him. Three faces even through his dazed and blurry vision he could recognize from anywhere. Especially from their touch like he is feeling right now as a leather glove comes gently down to caress his cheek. The way he can feel a soft hand gently rubbing his arm. The way another hand rubs up and down his chest earning some annoyed looks from her companions. Three women he can hear have some kind of discussion between them as his eyes close once again despite his wishes.
" Bruce? Bruce can you hear me? Open your eyes baby. Open your eyes."
A silent plea coming from Catwoman that he tries his best to grant by the way he forces his eyes to open slightly once again seeing their blurry faces causing instantly a black haired woman to burrow her face into his shoulder as silent tears trickle down her cheeks. Tears that are all around as silent tears trickle down Harley's and Ivy's faces before Harley is the first to react when she reaches out to grasp a hold of his hand.
" Welcome back B-Man. You had us scared half to death! Don't ever do that to us again!"
Nodding her head in agreement squeezing his hand earning his attention instantly Ivy gives Bruce a piercing look.
" She's right. You have no idea the amount of pain you've caused us."
A gaze that isn't met when his eyes shift downward to look anywhere but into her eyes before with a sigh she moves her free hand up to graze his cheek causing his eyes to shift back to meet her own.
" But I forgive you. This time."
" So do i. You and your damn saving people thing."
Lifting her head up from his shoulder drawing his attention to the shock of her companions leaning over Catwoman licks Bruce's cheek earning her some annoyed and hateful looks all around.
" We all do. You have three ladies to look after now."
Not wanting to be left out from all the fun leaning up Harley gently kisses Bruce on the cheek making his eyes shift to her in shock making her grin like a loon.
" I have a ton of tricks, I've been dying to try."
Rolling her eyes despite the amusement entering them from her best friend's word the moment she removes her hand from his cheek being more daring than her companions reaching down Ivy lifts up the oxygen mask from Bruce's face before to the outrage of Harley and Catwoman plants a kiss on his lips.
" Hey!? No fair Red!?"
Pulling back smirking at her outraged companions glancing back down towards Bruce with a wink slowly Ivy leans down to whisper into his ear.
" We still have a world that needs saving. Besides, my garden needs tending."
Leaning back slowly as she sees the words registering by the way his lips curl upward smiling down towards him gently Ivy lowers the oxygen mask back down on Bruce's face before she returns her hand back to his cheek.
" Now go back to sleep. We'll watch over the city until you return to us."
Seeing his eyes slowly starting to shut once again snapping her attention over towards Ivy to give her a question look causing her to merely nod her head over her shoulder following her line of sight instantly Catwoman's eyes widen slightly when she sees the famous Bat Symbol shining brightly in the sky. A sight Harley notices to making her groan as she maneuvers herself out of the hospital bed and leans back stretching her limbs before turning to glance back and forth between Ivy and Catwoman with a grin.
" Do you think we'll get our own symbol?"