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They call me…

As she pushed up her hood, exposing her face completely while still holding onto the standoff - really, why the hell was a cop here? While she didn't really care much for the police, the presence of a lone officer at the top of a funhouse was not really a problem - Huntress looked at the kid who just had to be Cassandra Cain, the pickpocket who stupidly took the diamond that rightfully belonged to her, silently while she held onto that gun.

Sure, she could tell Cain was frightened by everything that had happened, but truthfully Huntress genuinely did not care about the drama now she had murdered Zsaz.

You would think someone that vicious would be more alert instead of boasting about the myriad people he'd murdered over the years, and he carved their death into his own skin to tally them up, but no. Huntress admitted while she would have preferred gutting the bastard, torturing him while keeping him alive while she worked, a bit like Sawyer from Black Lagoon, the truth was she simply didn't have the time to waste on bastards like Zsasz.

I swear, she points that thing again at me like that, I'm gonna fucking shot her in the eyes.., Huntress mused to herself while Cain turned the barrel around to point it straight at the blonde woman she knew was Harley Quinn, the Joker's bench bitch.

"And you," Cain was saying as she finished kicking Zsasz in the side - it didn't surprise Huntress that much somebody else hated the toadying psycho, and she almost missed Harley waving her hand while she tried to shake off the paralysis from the dart Zsasz had thrown at her.

"I thought you were different," Cain went on, not even hiding her bitter disappointment.

Harley did her best to shrug. "I'm sorry kid, I'm just a terrible person."

Harley managed to roll herself over on the upturned sofa with some effort and got to her feet. "Ooh!" Okay, Huntress knew Harley's reputation for being mad, no thanks to the Clown bastard, but did she have to open her mouth like that? And did she have to shrug like that? "I'm back."

Huntress had just about had enough. She had done what she'd set out to do, now it was time for her to fuck off out of here while she still could. "Okay, I feel like I've just walked in on something I don't give two shits about," she pointed her crossbow down at Zsasz's corpse, "This guy's dead, I'm just gonna get outta your hair. Cool?"

"No. Wait." For Fuck's sake, it was that stupid cop bitch. "She's lying. She works for Sionis."

…What? This woman was a supposed detective, and yet she was clearly no fucking Sherlock Holmes if she didn't do her fucking research. She had just shot Zsasz with a fucking crossbow bolt, why would she do that if she was working for that posturing piece of shit?!

Oh, the bitch was gonna pay for that.

"Excuse me? I work for Sionis?" Huntress pointed her crossbow towards the cop - she didn't care if the other cops found the corpse, nobody knew who she was, so why did it matter?

Out of the corner of Huntress' eye, the exotic-looking African American one with the cow ring in her nose grabbed the gun out of Cain's hands and pointed it straight at Harley. "I'm not letting you sell the kid to him."

Harley had her hands up and in a voice that was slow and very patronising, she said, "I wasn't going to sell the kid. I was going to trade the kid."

The woman was unimpressed and Huntress knew how she felt. Didn't Harley know anything about what Sionis was capable of? The man was a murderer who flew off the handle at any time of day. "Yeah. To save your own stupid skin. Huh?"

Huntress knew the woman had a point. The smartest thing for Harley to do would have been to keep her head down and go on with her own life while she tried to make a life for herself without the Joker around; whether that happened, Huntress didn't know, didn't care. She had heard how pathetic Harley Quinn was, head how many times the Joker had battered her around, threw her out, and then went back for her. She was so barely able to think without her "Mr J" it was pathetic.

But if Harley did go back to him, and she got in Huntress' way…

Well, she'd already killed dozens of people by this point, one more wouldn't make a difference.

"I'm not proud of what I did, but I had half the city after me," Harley argued before she jabbed a finger towards Huntress, "Even the fucking crossbow killer."

"I'm not the Crossbow Killer!" God, why the hell did they think she was called that!? Okay, she knew she had brought it on herself by using a crossbow, but it was her favourite weapon.

Oh, her outburst stunned her audience. "Whoa!" Harley said weakly.

It was time to introduce herself. She pulled down her hood and said the words she had spent so long, so fucking long, rehearsing in front of a mirror to give herself the right kind of edge. "They call me…"

"Helena Bertinelli." That was the cop bitch. She had ruined the whole thing. Damn it! Weeks and weeks of work down the fucking pan. God, what was the motherfucking point?!

Helena lowered her gaze and her crossbow in disgust at the ruined moment. God it had been so perfect and all. "For Fuck's sake!"

The African American woman looked at her in awe, so the moment wasn't truly ruined although it was far from perfect. "As in the Bertinelli massacre?"

"Sheesh kebab. That is childhood trauma, right there."

Hearing that from Harley Quinn of all people made Helena angrier than ever. How like a childish bitch to call what she went through childhood trauma. She had heard rumours stating Batman was the same, but where he was nothing more than a sissy holier than thou bastard, she actually dealt with her enemies. She remembered that terrible day where her entire family were massacred and she had worked long and hard, every single day since mastering martial arts, how to shoot with a crossbow, explosives, and poisons to take down the bastards who'd killed her family.

And she had succeeded.

What did she have now?