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Helena was sure she heard Barbara's voice. She crept slowly, and in an attempt, carefully over the metal bars that created a staircase to the roof. Reese had stayed below, scanning for anything slightly unwholesome. He already had his gun drawn and ready. Helena would have to be sure to warn him before springing on him again.

It could get ugly. Harleen Quinzell was not in her office. Helena thanked the powers that be for a moment; had she gotten her hands on the woman, there may have been a bloodsoaked office for Reese to investigate later. Hopefully, it would be a bloody open field with no witnesses.

"IVY!" Harley shouted across the state prison. The two had managed to cut the lights; however, Harley was not nearly as good with a flashlight as she had been with her Sweet Mr. J.

"Why didn't I stay at the Wayne grounds," Ivy muttered. For the mission, she'd forgone her ancient crime suit. Green was no longer her color choice for the moment. A woman approaching forty did not look amazingly good in lime. Her hair was still a vibrant red and her skin pale. "Harley, be quiet!"

"You already put the guards to sleep with that plant stuff," Harley whispered. "Besides, the only people who care we're here are criminals, and they want us to let them out."

"God I wish Selena was still alive," Ivy muttered. "Cat woman would have made this an excellent heist."

"We are here to grab a specific criminal, not remininsce."

Ivy rolled her eyes and wandered down the stairs in the pitch black. Wayne manor could be a dark and forbidding place. She'd grown used to the idea of walking in the dark. Bruce had become forlorn, too quiet. He hated anyone in his home, let alone on the grounds. When Selena died, things had gotten terrible. Often, she thought she should fight for the other side. Good, however, usually left her in jail.

"Let's get him and get out," Ivy spat. She had very little patience for con men.