Nightwing picked up the spare revolver, checking every bit and piece of it
to ensure it wasn't going to explode in his hand. Joker had tried a few of
those years ago, and he wasn't sure if this Harley Quinn would do the same.
She'd managed to get her hyenas out of the pound and bring them home. At
the moment they were growling at a pair of women, almost completely
unbound.
"So.." Barbara started.
"So," Harley mimicked. "You think your little friends could be here by now."
"She doesn't like to follow plans," Barbara whispered. "She got it from her mother."
"And I'm sure the esteemed Batman isn't going to grace us with his presence." Harley tossed back of the tassel on her joker hat. "We're going to get sweet Mr. J out..God, where is Huntress. I'd like to kill her and get it over with."
"Not gonna happen." Helena smiled, leaping from an above story. Metahuman powers occasionally made things much easier than harder.
Nightwing pointed the gun, firing. Helena ducked it, doing three back flips to recover. "She really Selena's kid?"
"Yup," Harley made a flying leap, attempting to tackle Helena.
Reese took a back entrance into the office, kicking the door in with his gun drawn. Nightwing's bullet didn't miss him.
"REESE," Helena shouted, kicking Harley in the jaw. She whimpered, pulling herself back.
Barbara struggled to sit, Dina watching in horror as the Scarecrow and Ivy pulled Nightwing out the front door, Harley growing angry as she was abandoned.
Harley fled after the crew, leaving a wounded, and near dying Reese.
His life blood seeped from the bullet wound in his chest. Should Helena move him, Reese could die. If he survived, there would be many questions to what he was doing in the office of a psychiatrist in the middle of the night with three strange women. Reese began to black out, Helena's image blurring.
"Reese!" she shouted again. "Reese, stay with me. Please. Just hold on."
Dina grabbed Helena's hand. "Let me try."
"So.." Barbara started.
"So," Harley mimicked. "You think your little friends could be here by now."
"She doesn't like to follow plans," Barbara whispered. "She got it from her mother."
"And I'm sure the esteemed Batman isn't going to grace us with his presence." Harley tossed back of the tassel on her joker hat. "We're going to get sweet Mr. J out..God, where is Huntress. I'd like to kill her and get it over with."
"Not gonna happen." Helena smiled, leaping from an above story. Metahuman powers occasionally made things much easier than harder.
Nightwing pointed the gun, firing. Helena ducked it, doing three back flips to recover. "She really Selena's kid?"
"Yup," Harley made a flying leap, attempting to tackle Helena.
Reese took a back entrance into the office, kicking the door in with his gun drawn. Nightwing's bullet didn't miss him.
"REESE," Helena shouted, kicking Harley in the jaw. She whimpered, pulling herself back.
Barbara struggled to sit, Dina watching in horror as the Scarecrow and Ivy pulled Nightwing out the front door, Harley growing angry as she was abandoned.
Harley fled after the crew, leaving a wounded, and near dying Reese.
His life blood seeped from the bullet wound in his chest. Should Helena move him, Reese could die. If he survived, there would be many questions to what he was doing in the office of a psychiatrist in the middle of the night with three strange women. Reese began to black out, Helena's image blurring.
"Reese!" she shouted again. "Reese, stay with me. Please. Just hold on."
Dina grabbed Helena's hand. "Let me try."
