AN: I sat on this story for a long time, since it is far darker to the protagonist that I am usually inclined to write. A pair of truly inspiring reviews from "Wizard's Warrior" and "Loki's Daughter" reminded me That art is only a passion when shared. I wrote this when dealing with dark personal times, so i have no idea even if i can make this more than a one shot. Although who knows what life may bring. May this either bring enjoyment or catharsis in the fact we all deal with the darkness.
I feel this story should come with a HEAVY M rating. That being said you are all warned if you are easily offended or squeamish the back button is with in easy reach.
This is also in response to WhiteTigerWolf's Bad Girl Challenge:
Requirements:
- Story must be a Harry Potter Crossover (Duh)
- Harry must be paired with a female from whatever the story is crossed over with (Harley. Yes i know predictable but i have reasons)
- Harry CANNOT have attended Hogwarts and MUST be considered missing by Magical Britain(Yup)
- Harry's relationship must be serious, and the girl must go with him when he is found and persuaded/forced/bribed/kidnapped/etc. to face Voldemort (Very)
- Harry's girl CANNOT be a goody-two shoes. She MUST be, at best, a hero who isn't afraid to use questionable methods (Again Yup)
Recommended:
- Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived (Nope Nope.)
- FemHarry/FemSlash(Umm...Kinda...?)
- If Harry's partner is incredibly pow... (No but kinda but not really. its all in your point of view)
Angel was teased from the realm of Morpheus in her favorite fashion. Her girlfriend, Harley, currently had herself wrapped around her raging hard member with the other girl's breasts mushed into her own. Soft kisses were being peppered around the exposed right side of her neck where a 4 diamond motley symbol tattoo was. It was a red and black piece with silver highlights. She had gotten it for her and Harley's 3rd anniversary. It had made her girlfriend squeal.
Harley drew a moan from her lips with something that would probably leave a mark later. Whatever. Cracking her eyes open all she could see was a mass of blond with pink and blue highlights. Fuck how she loved her girl's hair. One hand teased its way up her girl's back and into those delicious blonde locks and started to softly play with them. The other hand slipped under her pillow and around the handle of one of her Berettas. A gift from Harley.
Not that they didn't wake up this way often enough but it was certainly the start to a great 18th birthday. Just as she began thrusting into her girlfriend's rocking motion and returning the kisses, the doorbell rang. Her hand snapped out and aimed at the door. Right about where a man's head would be. Her hand never waivered. She felt a gentle hand press the gun down and kisses trail up to her ear. "Don't, you will just bitch about having to hang a new door again."
Her hand may have lowered but she never let go of the Beretta. She refocused on the pleasure given to and received by her girlfriend. A few minutes went by before the doorbell rang again. Harley paused and groaned, reaching for her well loved baseball bat. "Ok, shoot the salesmen after you open the door."
Angel growled and stalked to the door. She knew that Harley had asked, threatened, and bribed all the sane members of Gotham's Rogues gallery to leave them alone this weekend. She did the same thing for Harley's birthday. The insane and sub-human ones didn't know where they lived. If it was the dark nutjob or the boy blunder she swore she was going to shoot them in the nuts for ruining her birthday weekend. Well she would shoot anyone who ruined her birthday weekend just probably not in the nuts.
Checking to make sure the ceiling mounted shotgun was loaded and rigged up right she hooked the pull chain to the hook on the back side of the door. In case any one barged it. She jerked the door open. Letting her foot stop the door just as the chain grew taut. Pointing her Beretta at the people on the other side. The young and still naked woman barked out "What?!"
Before the trio of oddly dressed humans could say anything she smelt her girlfriend's perfume and felt Harley's arm wrap around her shoulder as the other girl slid a small Walther PPK between her breasts and pointed it in the general direction of the trio. It had been a 'happy breakout of Arkham' present last year.
Angel watched as the carrot top wanna be gulped dramatically. The bushy haired girl just looked nervous. However it was the old man with a Gandalf fetish that caused her to focus all her attention with just two words. "Miss... Potter?" She heard an odd hesitation.
She snapped the berretta toward the old man while she sensed Harley pointed her gun to the two kids. They worked so well together. Again the gun as if by magic didn't waver.
Angel ground out. "How do you know that name?" no one knew that name. She had buried it when she had buried a clip of bullets in her damned blood relative's skulls. Even Harley didn't know that name. Not that many of the rogues of Gotham sat around telling life stories from before they became rogues.
She felt Harley tense against her. Her girl was clearly aware of her own tension. She watched the old man raise an eyebrow at the gun. She caught him running a critical eye over her naked tattooed body as well as up to the chain and shotgun rig. "Perhaps we would all be more comfortable if you let us inside and you ladies got dressed for our conversation?"
The old fuck had mildly caught her attention but her naked girlfriend was far more important. "Fuck off. Gandy-boy. We aren't interested in whatever Kool-Aid you are peddling. "She noticed Orange-y look at Bushy, completely clueless about the reference. She propped half her body against the door ready to slam it shut in the wackos' faces.
"Others will find you like we did Ms. Po…"
She interrupted the old man hard. "Don't call me that again. Never utter that cursed name again." She growled and started to squeeze the trigger. Until she felt a soft pair of lips trace her neck calming her down.
"Don't love. I don't wanna clean up blood today." She felt Harley lean away and rest her chin on her shoulder. "That was the second time I've stopped Angel. Next time it's the bat. After that I let her shoot you." The voice sent shivers of delight down Angel's spine. She loved her bubbly girl but oh when Harley threatened people out of her love for Angel. It did funny things to her. Well Harley did funny things to her most of the time.
"Let them in Angel. I'm curious who these Uncle J rejects are and if they are a threat. No killin' till I'm dressed." Angel felt lips tug softly on her earlobe. Then the warmth of Harley was gone. Stepping back away from the door she closed it partially to undo the chain attached to the shotgun. Who needed a standard bolt chain when it was so much more useful attached to a double barrel 12 gauge.
She walked over to the lounge area and flopped down and crossed her legs. She winced as she had to adjust herself. "Well don't just stand there. Come in, shut the door, and sit down. You better have a damned good reason why you interrupted us this morning." She raised the hand without her Beretta when she saw one of the three open their mouths. "No save it for when Harley is back. You really did ruin a good morning." She grinned a little evilly as Orange-y was blushing hard and Bushy looked offended. "What? Never had a pow wow with a gun toting naked chick before?" She laughed when the both went even redder.
Harley walked back in in a pair of tight leather black and red pants and a barely covering halter top. Again in her favorite black and red motley motif. She leaned down and watched the others as she kissed Angel along her neck and ran a hand down over her breast and to tease her hard member. "Go get dressed, love. We will finish later. I still need to think of a place to bury the bodies if we need to." She said it with such a happy go lucky attitude, even old grey gulped a little.
She gave her girl a quick kiss before sashaying out of the lounge area. She could feel all four stare at her back side, for various reasons. She knew two were checking her out and the other two were probably studying her full back tattoo. She had chosen to embrace her new moniker and got full angel wings done from the tops of her shoulders down to the sides of her butt.
Taking a long moment to finish herself off before slipping into a pair of tight black leather pants and a A shirt for now. Her bra straps slightly exposed, she put on her gun belt. Retrieving her second Beretta and slotted her guns in place. Next, she grabbed a double shoulder harness and slotted two 9mm guns into place, after checking the clips were loaded.
Deciding she was decent enough, which really was an odd concept in her own head, she headed back into the lounge area. It was listed as the living room but as they had a large TV mounted in their bedroom, so they had set it up as a lounge area instead. She spotted Harley talking a mile a minute. She smiled and slid into place next to Harley. Draping her arm over the back of the couch. Leaving her side open to Harley. To draw one of her guns if need be or snuggle. Her girl was likely to do either.
She was delighted to see the trio look even more disturbed now. She noted a tray of tea and cookies. Leave it to Harley to know how to treat guests, even if they looked like they wanted to be anywhere else. "So just who the hell are you all? What Cult are you advertising for? How did you find me? And who are there any others? I should warn you Harley and I are immune to most poisons at this point."
Her tone was flippant but she found it was one of the better ways to get answers. For all his seeming Insanity, Joker did have a handle on most people. Add that to Harley's book smarts and Angel had the two best teachers on the human psyche ever.
Angel watched as Bushy flicked her eyes to Greybeard and huffed. Clearly someone who put way too much stock in authority. Harley was probably going to try and break her of that notion. Orange-y had a bewildered look on his face. Probably not used to being much more than back up to the back up. She pegged him as the 5th child in a large family.
Her eyes shifted as Greybeard started to speak with a tone of someone who was used to being respected in a calm environment. Softies all of them. "Well Miss…? Hmm just what shall we call you since you seemed to have dispensed with your former moniker? As for your questions." He waved at Bushy first then Orange-y. "Miss Hermione Granger. Top student in her year. She is set to graduate with every honor Hogwarts has to offer. Mr. Ronald Weasley a fellow alumni of Hogwarts. He started the scholastic chess tournament which over six years has grown to encompass several schools, as well as our quidditch Captain for the last 3 years. Well at least until we had to close the school for a year. As for myself, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school. I do not believe our society would constitute a cult but compared to Gotham fashion I can see where you may get the impression. I can promise you we have no desire to poison you. As for others...there is a group seeking revenge against you for the temporary downfall of their leader 17 years ago. They have been rebuilding their power base and I fear their leader has recovered from his injuries. They see you as a symbol of everything they are against, and their leader has a personal vendetta at this point.
"There was a large uprising that required the school to close last year at least as an academic institution. We had to return the school to its original purpose of a defensive castle. We were able to repeal the uprising although I fear the ones who remain are the worst of the worst. As for how we found you. There are spells that can track those who are of legal age. The fact you are in non magical Gotham explains why the spell failed last year. It is only a matter of time before they track you down as well. Which is why with the reopening of the castle as a school we would like to offer you a place of safety and to train your magical skills."
Angel had sat by rather impassively taking it all in. She had heard crazier stories. Croc's last birthday party came to mind. Some of the boys got to drinking and telling wilder and wilder stories. Pretty much all fake stories. Not that the girls were totally immune to it but at least they refrained from shouting and good natured chest thumping. Harley was bouncing. Well her girl always bounced a little. However, she was clearly enjoying story time.
After a pause as if weighing the value of asking, Greybeard spoke up again. "If you do not mind, Could you tell us how you came to be here and in your present...form?"
Angel felt her hand clench as if she wanted to draw her gun, aim at the old man, and squeeze the trigger but she felt Harley curled into her other side. Instead she drew on Harley's unflappable attitude and shoved her anger away. "No you may not. I have had plenty of people after me my whole life. One more set won't make a difference. Now get out. We have plans."
She watched as the old man's eye widened barely in surprise at the mention of people being after her. She had mostly ignored his two younger companions as they clearly fell into the low end sidekick category. She spared them a quick glance. Bushy was thoughtful and Orange-y was just bewildered. Figured. She turned back to old greybeard and glared at him. Daring him to challenge her edict.
Standing on creaking joints he gave a slight bow. "As you wish. Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley. We knew this would not be an easy conversation. Let us leave these two alone to their celebration." He paused for a moment. Oceanic blue eyes turned to meet her crystalline emerald chips and she saw them flick to Harley's mismatched eyes briefly. "Although if you should ever desire to learn about your heritage, there is a conclave of wizards and witches here in Gotham. Unfortunately we can not provide a map due to the protective spells but we can show you?" The question was left open. Half as a statement.
Angel was about to open her mouth when Harley squealed in her ear. "OOH can we go. We should go. Let's go. Who knows what fun toys we can find." She quickly turned to the old man and asked. "Do magicals have a sex toy shop? What about a magical Kama Sutra?" turning back to Angel she gave her best puppy dog eyes. "Oh please? We were planning on going out for lunch anyway and if we time it right maybe we can try that new restaurant on the way back."
Angel could not help but smile at her girlfriend's bubbly rapid fire speech. Nor could she ever deny the love of her life who had saved her. "Fine, fine." she commented with a good natured smile. "We can go. Just let me get my Jacket."
The happy response was all for her girl though she turned to the trio opposite them and scowled. "If this is a trap and you hurt Harley. I will make you regret your choice for what remains of your very short lives."
She heard Harley giggle, as she turned to grab her preferred jacket, a long black leather duster. She was well aware she looked like half the modern gun toting crazies from Hollywood, but she liked the look. Not that she ever cared what people thought of her. Only what Harley thought. Maybe the Joker on a good day. Angel knew that her and Harley had some serious issues. Especially with how much it pleased the other when they got all threatening and protective. One of the perks of living the life they each had lived, she guessed.
Turning from the coat closet she semi shouted. "Hey babe you want your gun belt or you good?"
Harley piped back as if it was a perfectly normal conversation. "I'm good love. It's just a normal shopping trip. I got mah bat." She didn't see the concerned looks the three magicals shared at the mess they had walked into.
Quickly slotting a couple of spare mags into her gun belt she walked back out to the group. while lightly armed and armored for what she would normally want when going to an unknown local with complete strangers, but for Harley she would treat this as a normal outing and not a potentially dangerous situation. Her girl was far too loving but she loved that about her as well. Angel was well aware of the dichotomy that was their relationship.
Escorting the guests and Harley out she turned and locked the door. Tossing the keys up and catching them once. "Can't be too careful you know." She gave a friendly grin at the trio. Simply sleight of hand though. She didn't trust them at all. She merely wanted them distracted while she tapped a hidden panel that activated all the defenses.
"Lead the way, Gandalf." She quipped again as she slung an arm around Harley's shoulder and kissed her neck.
Angel fell in step with Harley at her side. The two followers behind and the old fart ahead. She felt trapped and nervous but she buried her feelings down for Harley. She mapped out the twists and turns of Gotham's rooftop walkways and trams. Modern Gotham had evolved up and out. Layers upon layers. She knew where the poor, where the rich were. Who to rob and who to help.
At the moment they were in a middling area and passing through something loosely defined as a park. A few planters and benches. Neglected trees and flowers except for the random old folks who try and help in the darkness that was Gotham. Despite it being a sunny day and plenty of light usually hitting the park. Gotham was still just a dark place to live. It suited her and Harley.
Occasionally she stopped to wonder if Batman was here because Gotham was dark naturally. Or if modern Gotham had evolved around the darkness that was Batman. The rogues had certainly found a more appealing home than say Metropolis.
Angel watched as old grey suddenly stopped as they crossed the middle of the rooftop pseudo-park. His left hand held out waving the others back. Mentally she scoffed. Him thinking her or Harley was anything like his childish followers. A sim stick of wood slid into his right hand.
She took a half step away from Harley, Her hand barely resting on her girl's far shoulder as one hand lightly flipped her jacket back so her Beretta was free. Tossing a quick glance at the bush and the orange she saw slim sticks in their hands too.
This was starting to turn into a rather shitty birthday.
The air was beginning to feel charged. Like when Zatanna was doing something big.
Dark mist coalesced into shapes. Bodies. Men and women in black with bone colored skull masks. All with the same wooden sticks. Different color or shape but all the same slips of wood.
"Give us the Potter brat, Dumbledor." one of the masked figures called out in a slick as oil voice.
Angel growled low in her throat. Talking about her like she wasn't even there, was a sure fire way to piss her off to no end.
Greybeard responded before she could, "She is under my protection. You have failed at every turn to claim what is not yours and no one else wants. Lay down your wands and surrender peacefully. I promise you all fair trials and we can turn to a new chapter for all magicals."
If Angel wasn't so T'd off she would have given the frail old main props for his conviction. Not that she agreed with it. She felt Harley tense under her hand. They both knew a fight was inevitable at this point.
"Kill them all. No disintegrations. We need the brat as proof." Oil called out.
"Fuck fuck fuck." Angels spat out rapidly as she gave Harley the subtlest of pushes as they separated. They were out number three to one easily if not four to one, and the old man was just throwing them all in harm's way. She was so going to shoot the old fuck.
Reaching under her arm and to her hip she drew one light nine mil and one Beretta. She wanted something to distract them and something with some punch. As she peaked over the lip of the planter she had taken cover beside she saw the three who led them into this hellish trap standing there. Summoning slabs of stone and conjuring shields. Occasionally a red beam of light would dart out but if it managed to hit one and drop him. One of the clocked ones would then just cast a spell of some kind and they stood back up. Did these morons have no idea how to win a fight?
Harley on the other hand was strolling out amongst the spell fire. Occasionally a flip or hand stand here or there. Then the swing of her beloved bat, a crack of a bone, and a jaunty whistle. Her girl was absolutely bat shit crazy, and she loved her for it.
She had tuned out the byplay and taunts. Taking in the scene with an expert eye, she finally decided where her own brand of violence was needed. With a crack of her Beretta a crack appeared in a skull mask and one of the cloaked bastards dropped. When the figure's friend tried to revive said cohort, the second cloaked idiot barely had time to call out before a second round split another skull.
Spells started to fly her way and she ducked back down. So much for the easy targets. The cloaked horde at least knew how to win a fight. Bugger all this was turning into a really shitty day.
Looking up she saw several sickly colored lights go over her. Without knowing, she knew she needed to avoid any of the colored lights.
Keeping an eye on the not cult-ish trio and Harley was easy enough until the horde started to work around them. Being trapped was the worst thing possibly right now. She didn't have the ammo for a protracted fire fight. Having fought enough energy manipulators, she knew skill, speed, and precision were the only things going to keep her and Harley off a slab tonight.
Holstering her Beretta, she drew her other nine mill. Rolling quickly she propped up on one knee. Letting off a series of quick shots she clipped shoulders, thighs and other semi vital places. Some managed to figure out what she was doing and get barriers of one kind or another in the way of her rounds. She wished she had more time for more precise shots. She was not Deadshot. Not yet at least. Another roll brought her within the protection of the 'good witches and wizards'. That thought caused her to gag a little. She hated working with 'heroes'. Looking around for her girl revealed nothing and she panicked for a moment. Until she felt a whisper in her ear.
"Hey luv, ain't this fun." Harley joked. It was no wonder the Joker had tried to recruit her into a full member of his gang several times.
Angel just smiled and turned slightly to Old Grey as she fired and missed. "We are getting surrounded and my luck is running out. You got anything bigger than stone shields!"
"We don't kill!" Bushy near reprimanded.
"For fuck's sake how have you won up until now." Angel ground out as she managed to drop another one who was more brawn the brain apparently.
Watching the horde encircle them she looked for a way out. It was starting to look grim as she slipped another clip in. She caught sight of a shadow detaching and dropping down. Several of the clocked horde suddenly fell down as the shadow moved. As darkness slunk around the back of the group, a burst of color popped out from somewhere and she watched another body drop.
"Fucking hell babe the dark nut job and the boy blunder are here." Angel called out to Harley
"Great, they are going to ruin date night!" Harley yelled out. Angel felt Harley grab her full Beretta. One of the reasons she tended to over prepare.
Angel couldn't help a smile for her girl. Aiming for another she squeezed off another round which logged itself in the person's thigh. She grinned at the arterial spray of blood.
Seeing their numbers falling so quickly the rest grabbed those they could and in puffs of smoke and claps of air vanished. Angel could make out one or two low groans. Apparently not all had escaped. A wicked grin crossed Angel's face.
Standing up as the casters banished their spell work She surveyed the carnage with deep satisfaction. A few less fuckers to bother her and Harley. Turning quickly she shifted from gun toting psyco to caring girl and she grabbed Harley and checked her over. "You ok babe?"
Harley just smiled at her girl and nodded. Turning a little this way and that showing not a scratch. "Yeah doll face, never better."
Angel continued to grin as she turned around. The trio were working on one of the fallen clocked horde in the largest pool of blood. She in turn went to the other one who was groaning and trying to crawl away.
"Harley Quin, Angel you…" The Bat didn't get a chance to finish.
Angel booted the crawling one over and ground her boot into his shot shoulder and then double tapped him in the heart.
Four chorused shouts of "No!" rang out. Angel looked over and saw everyone staring at her in horror except Harley who was keeping look out. The idiot chicken was too shocked by seeing such wanton death.
"What? You said these were the worst of the worst. No point in letting them get away to try again." Angel stated calmly as if it were obvious and the others were in abject wrongness. She wanted off this crappy little rooftop and back in her girl's arms. Where everything felt right.
She watched the Bat stalked to her. "Angel, surrender now. You will be escorted back to Arkham where you will be treated until…"
Angel squeezed the trigger point blank in the Bat's chest.
There were four shocked cries of "No!" again. Harley just giggled. "You show 'em luv."
Greybeard stood on what looked like tired legs. "Ms Potter this is no way to behave. One should never resort to violence. And murder damages ones soul."
"When the ever loving hell did my birthday turn into Lecture Angel day!" she cried out to no one. "They shot first. They said kill us. You said they were the worst of the worst." She repeated herself. "Life has taught me people like these do not deserve second chances."
The Old Man frowned. She really should remember his name. "Be that as it may…"
The headmaster and most esteemed wizard of England was interrupted, as had many others tonight by two things. A groan from the Bat as he received from the shot to his body armor. The second being an insane slow laughter and equally slow golf clap from one of the bridges.
Apparently the Joker had managed to make his way over as well. "Well I heard my two favorite Nieces were in trouble and I figured I would see if you need a new gun or a whoopie cushion." The clown actually held up both. "You seem to have handled it well though. Bravo."
Angel watched as the Batman stood up with two batarangs in hand. His idiot sidekick seeing his mentor stand ready to fight did the same. She watched as Bushy and the Orange wanna be, raised their magic sticks a little. Harley was out of position and she was low on ammo for another round. She watched as the Bat opened his mouth. And she snapped. Angel was always in danger of losing her temper with certain people giving her life history. Batman being the prime person. And now these new people who wanted her to be something she wasn't and never would. It pushed her beyond her control and she let go. Angel broke and let everything out.
"All y'all really wanna know why I am this way. Why will I never be your perfect witch?" She glared at the Trio. "Why I will never be a stable member of your non-existent society?" She glared at Batman and Robin. "From the day I can remember I was starved and worked as a slave. The Dursley's treated me as less than dirt. Made to live in the closet under the stairs. Only let out for chores. Called freak and boy. Then on my tenth birthday that changed. Vernon came home excited. Said one of his partners made the greatest discovery and possibly the biggest thing on the market. Turns out Grunning's Drills was a cover for a drug and child prostution ring. I was given a drug that started puberty early but not normal male puberty. I was made into this form." Angel ranted and waved her guns about as she glared hard at the 'heroes' watching. She didn't see the mirrored looks of horror on Harley or the Joker's faces as she continued. The two clown-esk rogues had never once heard any of Angel's time before she came to Gotham. Rogues knew better to pry.
"Two weeks before my eleventh birthday I was taken to a buyer. They talked of a mind whipping drug that would turn me into a mindless addicted sex slave. In what I am now guessing was a desperate display of magic I somehow got out of the cuffs I was in and the gun the buyer had into my hand. Those were my first three kills. Not even eleven and I was a killer. But better a killer than a brain fried drug addict sex slave." She ranted. Heaping her scorn on those who refused to see the darkness of the world. Angel was well and truly broken as tears ran down her face.
"For three years I hid on the streets of London. Learning no one would help a freak like me out. There was no counter drug to what they had forced me to take. At fourteen I had scrounged and stolen enough money to buy a fake visa and student transfer papers. I had accepted what I was. A thing for others amusement. No more. I remade myself. Into a promising young student and upstanding girl. I picked Gotham because it was most like what I knew. I buried Harry potter and my past took the name Angel and became one of the best students at Gotham Prep. Where I met Harley. I worked my ass off to be a good person and good student. And for a few bright shining years, I thought I had managed to escape the cesspool that was humanity. Until one week before I was supposed to graduate.
"Batman" She sneered the word out with such hatred. "Found a small time document forger, who had recently moved to Gotham. Terrorized every bit of information out of him he could. Then turned him and the information over to the police. The man who helped me get a fresh start. A criminal who took pity on a young broken girl trying to escape the garbage she had been thrown out with was suddenly ruined in one man's quest to 'clean up Gotham'. Congratulations. You stopped a petty document forger and created a monster." Dark energy swirled around Angel. Even if no one could see it. They all sensed it. Only the magicals knew how dangerous the situation was becoming.
"Without even questioning me, the school board revoked my admission status. My credits were voided. I was expelled. No other school would even talk to me. Harley fought for me so much so they expelled her as well. I barely managed to get American political asylum. They won't even give me a green card. Forced to live on the welfare of a state who does not want me. So I had no choice but to become the monster I was accused of being."
Angel wilted and her arms dropped. The dark swirling energy flickered into nothing. The girl's rage spent. Now merely darkness seeped into her soul. "So if I don't deserve a second chance. Why the hell do these fuckers deserve a second chance."
Almost as quick as Flash, Angel turned and jumped off the roof. She hovered in mid air for a moment before she glided down into the darkened ally. Disappearing into the darkness that had laid claim to her inside. Into the darkness in the depths of Gotham even the bright day could not pernitrate. She felt the outside needed to match.
Harley glared at the 'heroes'. Three of them felt like they would rather have a staring contest with a basilisk. Quickly she ran to the fire escape and ran down after Angel without a word.
The Joker whistles long and low as he watched his nieces vanish into the night. "Wow Bats. I knew you were a colossal fuck up but I never imagined it was this bad. I mean I know I am a mentally damaged clown without compunction but even I know what you did crossed a line there. One Those poor girls can never come back from. And yeesh who ever left that girl with those monsters. If Angel hadn't already buried a few slugs into them I would introduce them to my favorite crowbar."
Joker clapped his hands together once. "Whelp, I'm going for pie. Anyone want to join?" Although he didn't stay for an answer and strolled down the walk way whistling a jaunty tune.
The remaining five could only stare wordless at the darkness they had helped create or the mentors for that darkness.