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"Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other." ― Robert A. Heinlein


Chapter 12: Jealousy

Estelle was now beginning to seriously regret her decision on letting Harley hold her hand. She thought the platinum blonde's hold on her would lessen as they reached the helicopter...but no...that did not happen. In fact, the opposite of what she was hoping for happened.

The Queen of Gotham's hold on Estelle kept tightened as they got closer to the helicopter. If it weren't for how annoyed and uncomfortable she was with Harley holding her hand, the twenty-one year old would have laughed with how funny it was watching Harley push the other squad members out of the way as they entered the helicopter.

But Estelle wasn't laughing. Nor was she smiling.

Although she did let her lips curl upwards a little when Harley rudely pushed Captain Boomerang just as he was about to take a seat. Now Estelle had to admit that was amusing to watch. Very amusing. Especially with how mad he got. Estelle just couldn't take the Aussie's anger seriously. Not with how he―Captain Boomeranghad been caught by Barry and how he had a pink unicorn hidden. How in the world was she supposed to take him seriously?

"Watch it!" Captain Boomerang snapped at the platinum blonde. His glare was on both Harley and Estelle.

The look he had on further irked the Queen of Gotham. "No, you watch it!" She retorted, sticking her tongue out childishly at him. "That's where my bestie is going to sit. Right next to me. So find another seat."

"As if." Captain Boomerang scoffed. "I got here first."

Harley was quick to say something discourteous to him causing the Aussie to roll his eyes. They then began to bicker as the rest of the squad members came in and took their own seats. Killer Croc took a seat all the way down towards the end of the helicopter, followed by Slipknot, and then El Diablo. Deadshot took a seat near the front right next to the seat Harley and Captain Boomerang were still arguing over for.

Children. They were acting like damn children. Her own twelve year old sister Lilly wasn't even this immature.

Estelle let out a huff. Now it was the twenty-one year old's turn to roll her eyes. She was having enough of this foolish nonsense. She once again tried pulling her hand away, but not surprisingly Harley did not let go. An idea then popped into her head. It was an idea Estelle had lingering around but wasn't keen on acting it out. Except she finally had it with Harley's unfaltering hold that her annoyance got the best of her.

The dark haired metahuman let her hand warm up with energy before she sent a mild energy blast onto Harley's own hand. Just as she was expecting and hoping for, the Queen of Gotham was quick to let go of her hand. The rest of the squad members (including Captain Boomerang who had stopped his argument with Harley) looked intently at the young adult. All the squad members (except Harley) were still trying to get used to the fact that an innocent looking girl like her was a metahuman.

Estelle noticed their staring, but she didn't let it get to her. No...she was more interested in Harley's reaction for using her abilities on her. She expected for the Queen of Gotham to yell or even throw a fit. And as much as Estelle wanted that as a way to end this silly friendship Harley had going on in her head, some part of Estelle didn't want that to happen. Except instead of being mad or even annoyed at her, Harley had on a bright smile. This had Estelle looking at her in bemusement. "Oh, that tingled!" Harley exclaimed, giggling. She jumped in place. "Do it again!"

Estelle had a dumbfounded expression. That was her reaction to using her abilities on her? Even if the blast wasn't that powerful, she wasn't the least bit mad at her? Needless to say Estelle was thrown back by such a delighted response. She had no idea what to even say to her. Thankfully, her unsure way of replying was interrupted.

"She's not sitting anywhere near you." Rick said with a protective firm tone as he came into the helicopter. Estelle let out a breath of relief at the Colonel's sudden entrance. Even from outside he had heard the bickering that was going on inside. He needed to take chargeeven if it were something as ridiculous as assigning seats.

"You." He said, pointing to Captain Boomerang. "Sit there." He said signaling to the seat next to El Diablo. The Aussie had opened his mouth ready to argue but one glare from the Colonel had him shutting his mouth. With another eye roll he sat down on his assigned seat. Rick then focused his attention onto the platinum blonde. "And you take a seat next to him and Deadshot." He ordered with a hard tone before it softened as he looked at the twenty-one year old. "Estelle, you sit over here." He gestured to one of the seats next to him. Across from Harley and the others.

Estelle wasn't about to argue and she quickly made her way over to said seat.

Harley, who was still standing up, stomped her foot. "Hey!" Harley whined as she watched Estelle sit down next to the Colonel. "That's not fair!" She had a full on pout.

"Lady, shut your trap and sit down!" Rick yelled at her. It felt like that was the hundredth time he'd said that to her today.

Sensing the tension and trouble that came of this had Estelle becoming the peace keeper of some sorts. "Harley." Estelle called out as she finished strapping herself in. "Just sit down...please." She decided to add please at the last second. It was forced but she made sure the pleading expression she was giving her was convincing.

"Fine." Harley said with a huff. "But only because you asked so nicely. Bestie." The platinum blonde then gave Rick a inane scowl before she finally took a seat.

"Look, I already have a best friend. So stop calling me that." Estelle found herself blurting out. She didn't mean to say this but she was completely done with how Harley kept referring to her as her bestie. If anything the one person who Estelle would allow to call her best friend (because she felt like they already were) was Barry. He knew everything about her and she in return knew everything about him. Plus they were both metahumans who have helped each other out. So, Barry was her best friend and she was his. Simple as that. Not Harley.

Estelle saying that made Harley go toward the familiar feeling of jealousy. It was territory she only went into when it came to her precious Puddin'. Not that she got jealous a lot since her Puddin' was faithful, but that didn't mean she wouldn't sometimes get jealous over the silliest of things. Right now she was getting jealous over a girl she did not know because she was close with Stella. Just who was this so-called best friend? Harley wanted to know who she was.

"Oh, yeah? What's her name?" Harley asked, narrowing her blue eyes.

Besides the sound of the helicopter starting up, everything and everyone else had been quiet. The rest of the squad members and even Rick watched intrigued with the conversation the metahuman and Queen of Gotham were having with one another.

"Him not her." Estelle corrected Harley unaware of the jealousy the Queen of Gotham was feeling. "And I don't need to tell you his name. That's none of your business."

That lessened her anger and jealousy. "Ah!" Harley said, causing Estelle to give her a befuddled look as did everyone else. Why the sudden mood change is what everyone was thinking. The Queen of Gotham only smiled at this. "You have a guy best friend but not a girl best friend. I'm more than happy to fill that position...bestie." She finished saying as she winked at the dark haired girl.

Estelle shook her head, exasperated. She couldn't catch a break, couldn't she? Rick and the rest of the squad members saw this too. Rick of course took pity on her as did El Diablo for having to deal with Harley. Killer Croc, although finding their scenes somewhat amusing, kept any comments he had to himself. Slipknot had become indifferent, whereas Captain Boomerang had on a shit eating grin thoroughly amused by the displeasure Estelle was going through. Deadshot, however, despite being entertained and wanting to laugh, out of respect for Estelle kept his smile low and hidden. She already had enough to deal with thanks to Harley's persistence.

"You're late." Rick pointed out, his southern accent more obvious than usual.

That caught everyone's attention and Estelle looked towards the entrance as did the rest of the squad. Her blue eyes widened a bit when she saw an Asian woman with dark shoulder length hair, wearing a white mask enter the helicopter. Despite her short height, the woman oozed enough mystery to let others know not to underestimate her. And Estelle was not underestimating her. Especially since she was carrying around a samurai sword with her. Although she hadn't introduced herself yet, Estelle had a good guess on who this mysterious woman was.

"This is Katana!" Rick announced, confirming Estelle's guess. "Like Estelle, she's here as my backup." He gazed at the squad members intently. "She can cut all of you in half with one sword stroke, just like mowing the lawn." The Colonel easily informed them. "I would advise you not to get killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims."

"Shit." Estelle breathed, amazed and a little disturbed. Her awe towards the Asian woman was more overpowering and that was made very clear when said woman finally turned to look at her. Behind her mask, those intense dark eyes of hers got to Estelle. The metahuman right away tried giving Katana an nonchalant expression. "I mean...cool." She said, shrugging her shoulders. Deep within, Estelle was still wonder-struck by what she could do.

Despite how unfazed she tried to look, Harley could tell how taken Estelle was by Katana presence. Just like moments ago the jealousy came back. The platinum blonde put on a fake cheery smile on her face as she stuck out her hand towards the samurai wielding woman. "Harley Quinn, nice to meet yah!" When Katana just continued to stare blankly at her hand, Harley decided to get snippy again. "Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?" She let out a laugh at her own joke after she said it.

Now that got a reaction from Katana. She spoke in her native language ready to use her samurai sword on her. Estelle inwardly panicked thinking she was actually going to use it on Harley, but thankfully Rick stopped her.

"Easy cowgirl." Rick eased. "Ain't that kind of mission. Take a seat."

Katana gave Harley one more glare behind her mask before taking a seat next to Estelle. The metahuman gave her a sheepish side glance before averting her eyes to the floor. Harley saw this and her jealousy escalated again. She was supposed to sit next to Stella, not her. "She seems nice, but not as nice as my bestie." She announced chirpy despite the jealous feelings she was having. That made Estelle lift up her gaze onto Harley. She smiled and gave her a wink causing Estelle to scoff. Despite that reaction, Harley could have sworn she saw her lips curl upwards.

After Katana's arrival it didn't take long for the helicopter to finally take off. As they were flying to their destination, Harley kept gazing over to where Estelle was sitting. Whenever she would catch her eye she would give her winks and smiles. No matter how annoyed or done she looked, Harley just laughed and continued on with her behavior.

When she felt the cellphone Griggs had discreetly given her vibrate from where she was hiding it, Harley skillfully pulled it out to look at it without any of the others taking notice. The Queen of Gotham nearly squealed when she read the text message that was displayed on screen. It was from her Puddin'.

I'm coming for you.

Harley's smile grew. She was ecstatic. Her Puddin' was finally on his way. The thought of reuniting with him had her giddy and excited. Through her moment of happiness she had a great idea. Doing her best to control her excitement, she took a quick discreet photo of Estelle with the cellphone she had. She then sent the photo to her Puddin'. She then anxiously waited to receive his response. From the corner of her eye she saw how Deadshot was now looking at her with a knowing expression. Instead of acting out from being discovered, Harley just shushed and gave him a wink. Deadshot in return just grinned and nodded his head before looking away.

Harley once again felt the cellphone vibrate. The one word reply her Puddin' messaged back regarding the photo she sent of Estelle had her wanting to jump in joy.

Perfect.

Harley once again broke into a smile as she hid the cellphone. She knew her Puddin' would like Stella. She couldn't wait until they met in person. What a meeting that would be.