Summary: Living in that old house by yourself is lonely they said. Get a roommate they said. It would be fun they said. Yes well fortunately for herself the clowns, sirens, doctors, lawyers, armed assassins, birds, and even bats have decided to make her big "scary house" Gothams #1 crashing pad, how lucky. She should've just opened that damn coffee shop instead

It had all begun as a normal afternoon in the Claue Manor. Ivy was in the greenhouse, having taken over the lustrous lands that surrounded the manor and spent the majority of her time in there. Deathstroke had gone out on a 'quite afternoon stroll' as he put it, and had asked if a 'friend' of his could spend the night, to which Stephanie still not too keen on more residents or roommates weighed the fact that if it whoever the assassin brought home would (hopefully) be similar in manner and personality as him and so cautiously agreed.

And Stephanie herself? Well, she had done as Jason told her, she stayed home and hadn't even stepped one foot off the Claue property, instead Netflixing movies and shows for the last three days. Sure, she could've left and gone into town or gone to visit friends in Central City or Metropolis, but then again there was seemed to be a high chance that if she did, then she'd be returning with some crocodile or gorilla villain.

After the four movies of the day, something outside of the window grabbed her attention. Before she could get a good look outside, a flash of red and black filled her line of vision. A large pressure hit her chest as she fell off the couch and onto the carpet, whatever it was, was know on top of her.

"I know she's here! Tell me where she is. WHERE. IS. RED?!"

What the fuck was the first thought Stephanie had as she stared up at the thing that had just tackled her. Dressed in black and red, hair split down the middle and two-toned, and a giant blue and red painted bat in hand, she knew exactly who was on top of her, Harley fucking psycho Quinn.

She opened her mouth, trying to answer the practically deranged woman only for the said person to wrap a hand around her throat, the pressure building so much Stephanie feared her neck would pop.

"...can't...breathe….ne..ed...ai...r" She choked out trying to claw at the studded gloved hand but it didn't do much as it only seemed to grip tighter to it.

The red and black haired woman hissed, "Not until you tell me where Red is! I know you're keeping her from me! Trying to steal her away you-"

She restrained a roll of her eyes, partially out of fear that they would burst if she moved them, Stephanie sucked in as much as she could and screeched out a rather hoarse but ear-piercing cry, "IVY!"

Within seconds of her screaming, which seemed to echo through the mansion's hallways and could probably be heard from down the road, her red-haired resident appeared at the door with a beyond irritated look on her face.

"Oh Red! There you are! I was looking everywhere for-"

The pressure and hand on Stephanie vanished as she caught a glimpse of Harley being yanked off of her and backed on to the couch. "Harley," growled Ivy, "What. On. Mother. Earth's. Name. Are. You. Doing?!"

The villain gulped sputtering out, "I came to rescue you Red, I looked all over for ya but you were gone and so I was-" Her words got cut off when the large green tendrils that would sometimes appear out o the back of Ivy's outfits came to life, opening up as a pair of double Venus flytraps who were salivating at the sight of Harley.

It was at that moment Stephanie decided it was her cue to leave, rushing out of the room not even sparing a glance at the fearful looking Harley Quinn and furious Poison Ivy, lover's dispute or something, best leave out of it she thought.

It was a few hours later that Stephanie carefully and cautiously made it downstairs to the kitchen. Hearing no noises or screams, be it in pain or….well…, she thought the coast had to be clear. Popping her head into the parlor seeing it empty and the broken window (which seemed to be becoming a thing of breaking it every two weeks) replaced, she decided to go make some dinner.

Of course, halfway through it didn't take long for Stephanie to be interrupted by a set of familiar faces. Ivy and Harley and...Catwoman?

"Uh hi?" she said furrowing her brows confused at the appearance of not just her usual Gotham City Siren but all three in fact right before her very eyes.

Ivy was the first to speak up, "Someone here wants to apologize for earlier, isn't that right Harls?"

Said woman gulped vocally before looking straight into Stephanie's eyes and grabbing her hands abruptly, "I'm so so so so sorry! I thought you were taking away Red and I just was so scared and I didn't mean to hurt ya, I just-"

"You're going to break the girl's hands at this rate," Catwoman interjected towards Harley probably noticing the painful looking paleness of Stephanie's hands and wrists which, of course, was proceeded in even more apologizes and hugs from the frantic black and red-haired villain. Great.

"Catwoman, but I'm sure you've heard of me?" Came the leather wearing cat masked woman with a devious smile as she held out her razor sharp clawed nailed hand, "I do hope you don't mind the intrusion, it's just been a while since all us girls have hung out. We promise not to get in your way, Ms. Claue."

Even though the woman smiled sweetly, Stephanie couldn't help the dropping of her stomach as she shook the woman's head telling them it was no problem at all. At least that was how it started out as, as soon she found herself no longer making dinner, instead Stephanie was dragged into the family room that had become dumped with clothing, makeup, and copious vials of liquids that she could only hope were perfumes (turns out they weren't, because nothing normal could ever be in a skull-shaped vial) and plopped onto the carpet by Harley.

She had somehow found herself looped into a "Siren's Girl's Night" which in simpler terms meant, 'we have the excuse to turn Stephanie into a Barbie doll and she can't say shit cause we could kill her before she even noticed her heart missing' night. And that was how a certain assassin clad in his usual armor of navy and orange found her, straddled by a clown, hair being pulled this way and that by a venus fly traps, and her nails basically becoming glorified weapons.

The awkward thing wasn't the fact that half her face was doused in white face paint, nor was the six-inch knives attached to her left hand or her hair resembling a demonic pinup girl, no Deathstroke was used to crazy things happening, it was the fact that his guest, on the other hand, seemed a bit less enthusiastic with the scene. And if Stephanie didn't know better, looked almost nervous at the sight of a certain clown girl.

"Uh, Deadshot. Thanks for letting me stay here for a bit," the man, Deadshot as he introduced, told Stephanie as she only nodded, seemingly becoming numb by the random people who had started going in and out of the manor.

"I'd shake your hand out, I think I'm a little preoccupied" she replied awkwardly while struggling with Harley who still dominated her, straddling her waist and trying to do Stephanie's makeup.

She couldn't see his facial expression, neither Deadshot nor Deathstroke had their faces visible, their masks covering them, but from his body posture, he looked very uncomfortable, "No problem. You-" he coughed, "ladies, have fun?"

"Aww, your so sweet Floyd! Hear that Red? He called us ladies!" Harley exclaimed still trying to put the bright red lipstick on Stephanie, "No need to be so shy Mr. D, we've got history to remember?"

Floyd or Deadshot, merely looked away as Deathstroke chuckled at his friend before the two left Stephanie with the all so caring hands of the infamous Gotham Sirens.

"Now the men are gone, makeover time!"

Stephanie groaned, wishing she had opened the coffee shop at least then she wouldn't have had to deal with murders and crazy clown girls. Resigning as Harley pounced on her face with the array of haphazard cosmetics, she knew that this was going to be a long night.

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A/N: If ya'll are interested, I have another DC Comics villain based fanfiction called, "The Autograph Challenge, if any of you are interested! It's similar to this that there are many characters, but are more character pov based then OC based!