A Hero's Dealing
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I still don't own them
FYI: yes people this is still the sequel to A Hero's Memorial
~Two days later~ "Where's Dinah?" Reese asked walking into the Clocktower.
"She's at No Mans Land," Helena said, "Gibson's keeping an eye on her for me."
"So I'm gonna take a guess and say this meeting is about Dinah, not stopping Harley," Reese guessed.
Bruce nodded and frowned at Reese, he didn't like him, of course that could be because Reese was sleeping with his baby girl. "We're concerned about her growing anger," Bruce explained, "We're trying to figure out something to do."
"The whole extra training didn't work," Helena said, "a) she monopolizes the training room so that I can't use it and b) by the time I get to all the workout bags have stuff pouring out of them. Everything we inherited from Barbara is about to disappear because of a need for more training equipment."
"We're worried that Dinah is becoming a bit too obsessed with Harley's death," Bruce said, "we don't want her doing something rash."
Reese nodded, "she calls at least six times a day asking if we know anything at the police station yet, the other officers are starting to get pissed off."
"Something has to be done," Helena said, "I don't blame her for wanting Harley dead, I do too, there's even a part of me that wants her death by my hands but I have more restraint then Dinah does. We need to do something before Dinah does."
~Later that night at Harley's headquarters~ "Three days my boys, three days before New Gotham is mine," Harley said with an evil grin looking around the darkened room, "now leave." Harley's men left and Harley heard a small chuckle from behind her.
"Yours huh?" the voice said in a way that Harley couldn't tell who was saying it. "Getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you Harley?" the voice asked from another part in the room.
"Who are you?" Harley demanded not showing the fear that was coursing through her.
"Oh that doesn't really matter does it?" the voice asked.
Harley gasped looking down at her stomach that had a knife imbedded in it.
"After all," the voice said, "you won't need to know my name once you're dead."
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I still don't own them
FYI: yes people this is still the sequel to A Hero's Memorial
~Two days later~ "Where's Dinah?" Reese asked walking into the Clocktower.
"She's at No Mans Land," Helena said, "Gibson's keeping an eye on her for me."
"So I'm gonna take a guess and say this meeting is about Dinah, not stopping Harley," Reese guessed.
Bruce nodded and frowned at Reese, he didn't like him, of course that could be because Reese was sleeping with his baby girl. "We're concerned about her growing anger," Bruce explained, "We're trying to figure out something to do."
"The whole extra training didn't work," Helena said, "a) she monopolizes the training room so that I can't use it and b) by the time I get to all the workout bags have stuff pouring out of them. Everything we inherited from Barbara is about to disappear because of a need for more training equipment."
"We're worried that Dinah is becoming a bit too obsessed with Harley's death," Bruce said, "we don't want her doing something rash."
Reese nodded, "she calls at least six times a day asking if we know anything at the police station yet, the other officers are starting to get pissed off."
"Something has to be done," Helena said, "I don't blame her for wanting Harley dead, I do too, there's even a part of me that wants her death by my hands but I have more restraint then Dinah does. We need to do something before Dinah does."
~Later that night at Harley's headquarters~ "Three days my boys, three days before New Gotham is mine," Harley said with an evil grin looking around the darkened room, "now leave." Harley's men left and Harley heard a small chuckle from behind her.
"Yours huh?" the voice said in a way that Harley couldn't tell who was saying it. "Getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you Harley?" the voice asked from another part in the room.
"Who are you?" Harley demanded not showing the fear that was coursing through her.
"Oh that doesn't really matter does it?" the voice asked.
Harley gasped looking down at her stomach that had a knife imbedded in it.
"After all," the voice said, "you won't need to know my name once you're dead."