"Okay, you have me now. Now what?"
"I'm offering you help, Huntress. I want to release you. I want to get to know the dark side of Helena Kyle. The one who could be an excellent killer. Fast, efficient and insanely deadly." She crawled onto the bed and pressed her head against Helena's chest. "I just need to break the girl first. Break the child and let the killer out."
Helena felt a violent shudder rip upwards from her spine. Harley was at best unpredictable but at worst so insane as to actually be able to pull of whatever madness she had planned.
"Did your realize that you aren't capable of facing your own fears?" Harley asked raising her head and touching Helena's lips with her fingers "What did you see at the warehouse? Tell me. You saw something, something that terrified you. What was that?"
The brunette clenched her jaw, once again unwilling to play.
"What was it Huntress? Maybe the memory of your betrayal of your friends on that night not so long ago?"
"Bitch..." Helena mumbled.
Harley's immediate answer was a hard slap to the left cheek. The force of it was great enough to make Helena jerk her face to the side and hiss in pain as one of the blonde's nails cut into her skin. "The rules are very simple here," Harley informed her. "Number one is, don't ever call me a bitch. It's not very ladylike and I am after all, very much a career woman."
"You're insane is what you are," Helena snorted.
"Am I insane?" the blonde laughed. Then she shrugged. "Perhaps so. In which case, be afraid. You are in my hands now. Now, where were we?"
"You were ranting?"
Harley chose to ignore her. She slid back to Helena's side. "When you were in the warehouse, you breathed in some hallucinatory powder. It allowed you to see whatever it was that was bothering you. What exactly did you see? I mean, you seem so terrified. When I walked towards you, you were in a panic. What were you afraid of?"
Helena shook her head, refusing to answer. Now at least it made sense however. She wasn't fool enough to believe that she had ever really dealt with her guilt about Wade Brixton. Far from it really, the man and his death haunted her nightmares. And Harley had of course used that to her advantage.
She blinked, annoyed by her inability to see her surroundings. She rather figured that it delighted her captor to know that her former patient was unable to size up her situation in any sort of physical manner.
She trembled slightly when she felt Harley saddle up close to her again. A few moments passed and then something cold and hard slid against the bare skin of her belly. She blinked and then realized that Harley was running a long metal knife over her stomach.
"Mmm, sensitive are we?" Harley cooed as she slid the metal up and over her prey's caramel colored skin. Helena grit her teeth but stayed silent. She felt Harley slide the blade up to the buttons of her shirt. She held it there for a long moment and then started to cut away at the fabric. Helena inhaled sharply, appalled by the invasion. She could hear the cloth tear as Harley removed it. A few moments passed before Helena realized that her former shrink had just torn a piece of it away as opposed to the whole thing.
Well that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense...
"Tell me now, how does it make you feel to be blinded? To not know what is going on around you? To be helpless? To wonder what I'm going to do to you?" Harley asked. She rubbed her cheek against Helena's. "Because I'll share if you will. I find this all so very exhilarating. So very exciting."
Anger. Fear. Helplessness. Fury. Frustration. Helena couldn't describe all the things that she was feeling while that evil woman touched her. She moved her head to the side but Harley grabbed her jaw before she could get too far. It pissed her off to no end but the truth of the matter was, Harley was in complete control of the situation.
"Oh Huntress, you have no idea how horrible it was to be blind for all of those months. To have those terrible men doing experiments on me to try to stop my rightfully stolen hypnotic powers. They kept those dreadful glasses on me all the time, sentencing me to darkness." She shrugged. "Then they made one little mistake, one of them took the glasses off during transport from one facility to the next and here I am. With you." She laughed. "You're like a kitten. A sexy naughty little kitten."
"Yeah well this cat doesn't want to play," Helena growled, anger dilating her eyes. She could feel Harley knew her so she punched forward with her head, cracking her skull against Harley's. The glasses she was wearing cut deeply into her captor's flesh, creating a long cut over her brow.
Harley screamed in rage and then lashed out with a hard slap to Helena's jaw. The contact spliced open her lip, spilling blood down and across her chin. It had been a stupid thing to do but the temptation to try to fight back had simply been too great. She felt Harley slide her hands around her throat and then tighten her grasp. Air ripped from her lungs and her eyes bulged.
"Why do you like to complicate things Huntress? Have you any idea why I don't just hypnotize you? I could make you do whatever I want you to do." She shrugged. "That's not what I want however. I want to break you. Break Helena Kyle and bring out Huntress. Just like Mr. J broke Barbara Gordon."
The brunette opened her mouth in a vain attempt to draw air into her lungs. She groaned in pain, the fingers of the doctor were like pincers.
"We've reached rule number two now, Helena. Don't ever touch me. Not without permission. Or a safety word."
Helena gasped, her mind blurring from lack of oxygen. She felt her muscles releasing as darkness crashed in on her. It had nearly overtaken her when Harley finally released her. Bending her head forward she began to hack violently, trying to force air into her wounded windpipe. Large red marks marred her otherwise perfect flesh. She gasped slightly when she felt the cold steel of the knife against her stomach once again.
"I think I'll finish this now," Harley grunted.
"Do it." Helena shot back, her voice almost a whisper.
Harley ran her fingers over the hilt of the knife. She pressed the tip into Helena's skin, her eyes tracking a small spot of blood that formed under the contact. It would be so easy to just push it forward and embed it into the girls' smooth flesh. Anger rushed up through her but her desires finally shot down the fury. She yanked the knife away and then slammed it into the desk next to the bed. It went a good inch into the broken wood.
"No," Harley spat out. "That would be a horrible wasted end for you. It would be too easy and you deserve so much more. So much better." She turned away from Helena. "Detective."
Helena blinked, feeling ice race through her veins. Reese was with Harley? So Barbara really had been right and all of his recent actions had been because of what her former shrink had done. While that made her feel remotely better, it also scared the living hell out of her; Reese was at Harley's mercy.
"Harley, stop this," Helena called out, her voice shaking with fear.
"Oh no," Harley laughed. "We're just getting started. Detective? I don't like to be kept waiting. I do have a schedule to keep up."
Helena heard the door open again and then heavy footsteps. It was definitely Reese. Blinded or otherwise, she knew his scent.
"Did you need something?" he asked, his voice soft but vacant. He didn't quite sound like himself.
"No, I don't really need you anymore," Harley sang out. She approached Reese and wrapped her arms around his well-muscled torso. She slid her hands up under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his rippling skin. She bent forward and kissed him deeply. She was certain that Helena could tell what she was doing. The audience excited her and she deepened the passionate embrace.
Helena felt her blood boil. Anger ripped through her muscles, tightening them into hard rocks of tension. Her heart slammed violently against her chest as the sound of kissing echoed in her ears. She knew what game Harley was playing but was helpless to do anything about it.
"He is handsome," Harley admitted as she finally broke away. "You have an excellent eye for beauty." She reached over to the desk and yanked the knife up and out of the decayed wood.
The brunette could hear something that sounded like Harley hugging him. Then she heard a wet crack, like something slamming violently against bone. Maybe two seconds later a loud thud echoed through the room.
"Reese..."
Harley yawned. "He bored me. I was done with him." She laughed. "And he wasn't very nice to you now was he? Cheating on you with me."
"Was?" Helena asked, her small lithe frame shaking.
"Was," Harley giggled. She wrinkled her nose as she examined the blood on the front of her shirt. She hadn't meant to embed the knife into one of his ribs but it had happened that way and the blood had splattered making an awful mess.
Helena felt a presence settle on the metal bed next to her. She realized very quickly that it was Harley. The smell of iron filled her nostrils. Blood. She had stabbed Reese.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Just like Wade. Just exactly like Wade.
Fucking déjà vu.
"You stupid bitch, what did you do to him?" Helena gasped out, no longer even remotely trying to stop and think. Emotion raged through her, numbing her body and chilling her common sense.
Harley once again reacted violently, slamming the hilt of the blade against her jaw. A cut opened on her cheek and blood spilled down, mixing with the earlier trickle from her busted lip.
"You apparently forgot rule number one, Helena," Harley sang out, this time with fury in her tone. "I don't like that word. It's a dirty word." She grasped Helena's chin tightly in her hand. "Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. That's how it works."
Helena felt hatred surge up through. There had been a lot of people in her life that she has desperately disliked. There had even been a few that she had hated but none more than her former psychiatrist. She clenched her teeth tightly, unwilling to reveal the absolute depth of her heartbreak.
Reese was dead.
Just like Wade.
Harley bent over her prey. She paused over her a few moments and then leaned over and licked the girls' cheek. Helena shook under the contact, repulsed and disgusted but unable to prevent it.
"You taste so good," Harley laughed. She lifted up the knife and licked the other side. The side with the blood on it. Then she ran it over Helena's cheek, smearing the red fluid on to her skin. "Tell me Helena, what hurts more? Betraying your friends? Knowing that you're responsible for the death of Wade? Or losing your policeman lover?"
Helena swallowed hard. "The only thing that hurts is not being able to kill you..."
Harley feigned shock. "But Helena, what about the superhero code of conduct? No killing..."
"I'll make an exception in your case," Helena growled.
Harley clapped her hands. "Well that's a start." Then she sighed. "I think our first session is over. You were hardly cooperative however which really doesn't help. If we're going to make any progress at all, you really do need to work with me." She paused. "You know, Barbara Gordon is so worried about you, maybe she could convince you to take an active role in your therapy."
"Leave her out of this," the brunette snapped. "This is just between you and me."
"Well that depends on you," Harley noted. "As your therapist I must do everything I can to properly treat you. However, if you cooperate, I see no reason why this can't remain between you and I." She rubbed her hands together. "In the meanwhile, I have a surprise for you."
"I'm so not interested..."
Harley clapped her hands together. "Alushe?"
Helena cocked her head to the side. She wasn't aware of an individual by that name but she didn't harbor any misconceptions about Harley's intents. Whatever the quack was up to, it was definitely of the very bad.
The door opened again and she heard two sets of footfalls. One was a smaller man by the sound of his steps and the other was much larger.
Harley turned to the two men and smiled. "Alushe, honey, it's time to feed."
Helena blinked, panic rising up through her anew. She swung her head to the side to try to explore her possibilities but found that they were just as they had been before; she was trapped.
"Helena, this is Alushe. He was leading a very unfortunate life up until recently. Then I helped him out. Gave him some new abilities."
"Harley..."
"He drinks blood, Helena. But don't call him a vampire. That's so...been there, done that. And he's not one, he can go out in light and staking him won't kill him. A bullet to the head will do that just fine."
"You're boring me," Helena snapped. She knew better than to entice her enemy but her anger, frustration and heartbreak was overwhelming her. She was starting not to care.
"Here's the thing, Alushe needs to feed often however because his blood is well, tainted. It's poisonous to him and he's always in a terrible amount of pain. So he needs your blood to survive. In exchange, he'll give you some of his." She laughed. "We'll see what that does to you. I personally think it'll be quite exciting."
"Harley..."
"Go ahead honey," Harley said to the gawky young man standing in front of her.
He was maybe six foot tall with a shock of dark black hair. His eyes were wide and uncertain and he looked like a scared puppy. A vacant one at that. He was dirty and unkempt and he smelled horribly. Like he's been sleeping in the sewers and bathing in dirty rainwater.
He moved towards Helena, his gait awkward and uncertain. He bent over her, looking confused for a few moments. Then he jammed her neck to the side and bit down hard, his barely pointed teeth roughly ripping into her skin. She cried out, her eyes ripping open in violent protest as he lapped at the blood on her neck.
Harley giggled at the display. Then she turned to the other man. "Torchy, do me a favor and get rid of the good Detective, he's getting blood everywhere." She glanced down at the fallen cop and saw with some dismay that he was still breathing.
That would stop soon enough however. He was unconscious and unlikely to come to on his own. By the time he was located, he would be long dead.
"Sure boss," Torch said as he bent over and lifted the officer up onto his shoulders. "Got a location?"
"Somewhere where he'll be found. I want Barbara Gordon to know." She glanced over at the bed where Alushe was leaning over Helena, pining her down. "Hold on a moment."
She crossed over to the desk next to the bed and picked up the scrap of cloth that she had torn from Helena's shirt. She held it up in the air.
Torch shook his head, eyes locked on the violence on the bed. "That's disgusting."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Harley reminded him. "Alushe, that's enough."
The boy stopped. He look up at her in confusion, blood dripping from his mouth. She motioned towards the door and he got up and stumbled out, looking like he was stone-cold drunk. Torch watched him go, apprehension in his eyes. He didn't like the freak one bit.
Harley crossed over to Helena and bent down next to her. She examined the wound and smile. "It's not deep." She opened the drawer of the desk next to the bed and pulled out a first aide kit. She snapped it open and examined the contents. After a few moments she finally poured alcohol over the open wound. She rubbed at it with the scrap of cloth from Helena's shirt, clearing away the bloodstains. Then she tapped a gauze pad to it. "Must keep it clean." She turned to Torch. "Leave this on the body for Barbara Gordon to find. I want her to know....everything."
"Sure boss," Torch said. He took the bloody scrap from her and jammed it into the front pocket of Reese's ruined dress shirt. He adjusted the cop over his shoulders and then exited the cell. Harley watched him go for a few seconds and then turned back to her prey.
"You're a fucking psycho..." Helena gasped out, her voice ragged.
"Good night, Helena," Harley said, almost as if humoring her. She bent down and pressed a quick kiss to Helena's lips, moving away before the brunette could attempt to bite her. She gazed at her prey once more and then strode quickly through the metal door, slamming it shut behind her.
Helena let out a deep ragged breath as soon as Harley was good. She blew out air and tried to focus her body. She had no idea what the monster Harley had called Alushe had done to her but she could already feel his blood working it's way through her.
And it felt corrupted.
She sagged back against the bed, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew exactly what Harley was up to and what she wanted as an endgame.
It was simple really.
She wanted to break Helena Kyle.
She wanted to corrupt the Huntress.
She wanted to destroy them both.
She wanted to own them both.
"I'm offering you help, Huntress. I want to release you. I want to get to know the dark side of Helena Kyle. The one who could be an excellent killer. Fast, efficient and insanely deadly." She crawled onto the bed and pressed her head against Helena's chest. "I just need to break the girl first. Break the child and let the killer out."
Helena felt a violent shudder rip upwards from her spine. Harley was at best unpredictable but at worst so insane as to actually be able to pull of whatever madness she had planned.
"Did your realize that you aren't capable of facing your own fears?" Harley asked raising her head and touching Helena's lips with her fingers "What did you see at the warehouse? Tell me. You saw something, something that terrified you. What was that?"
The brunette clenched her jaw, once again unwilling to play.
"What was it Huntress? Maybe the memory of your betrayal of your friends on that night not so long ago?"
"Bitch..." Helena mumbled.
Harley's immediate answer was a hard slap to the left cheek. The force of it was great enough to make Helena jerk her face to the side and hiss in pain as one of the blonde's nails cut into her skin. "The rules are very simple here," Harley informed her. "Number one is, don't ever call me a bitch. It's not very ladylike and I am after all, very much a career woman."
"You're insane is what you are," Helena snorted.
"Am I insane?" the blonde laughed. Then she shrugged. "Perhaps so. In which case, be afraid. You are in my hands now. Now, where were we?"
"You were ranting?"
Harley chose to ignore her. She slid back to Helena's side. "When you were in the warehouse, you breathed in some hallucinatory powder. It allowed you to see whatever it was that was bothering you. What exactly did you see? I mean, you seem so terrified. When I walked towards you, you were in a panic. What were you afraid of?"
Helena shook her head, refusing to answer. Now at least it made sense however. She wasn't fool enough to believe that she had ever really dealt with her guilt about Wade Brixton. Far from it really, the man and his death haunted her nightmares. And Harley had of course used that to her advantage.
She blinked, annoyed by her inability to see her surroundings. She rather figured that it delighted her captor to know that her former patient was unable to size up her situation in any sort of physical manner.
She trembled slightly when she felt Harley saddle up close to her again. A few moments passed and then something cold and hard slid against the bare skin of her belly. She blinked and then realized that Harley was running a long metal knife over her stomach.
"Mmm, sensitive are we?" Harley cooed as she slid the metal up and over her prey's caramel colored skin. Helena grit her teeth but stayed silent. She felt Harley slide the blade up to the buttons of her shirt. She held it there for a long moment and then started to cut away at the fabric. Helena inhaled sharply, appalled by the invasion. She could hear the cloth tear as Harley removed it. A few moments passed before Helena realized that her former shrink had just torn a piece of it away as opposed to the whole thing.
Well that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense...
"Tell me now, how does it make you feel to be blinded? To not know what is going on around you? To be helpless? To wonder what I'm going to do to you?" Harley asked. She rubbed her cheek against Helena's. "Because I'll share if you will. I find this all so very exhilarating. So very exciting."
Anger. Fear. Helplessness. Fury. Frustration. Helena couldn't describe all the things that she was feeling while that evil woman touched her. She moved her head to the side but Harley grabbed her jaw before she could get too far. It pissed her off to no end but the truth of the matter was, Harley was in complete control of the situation.
"Oh Huntress, you have no idea how horrible it was to be blind for all of those months. To have those terrible men doing experiments on me to try to stop my rightfully stolen hypnotic powers. They kept those dreadful glasses on me all the time, sentencing me to darkness." She shrugged. "Then they made one little mistake, one of them took the glasses off during transport from one facility to the next and here I am. With you." She laughed. "You're like a kitten. A sexy naughty little kitten."
"Yeah well this cat doesn't want to play," Helena growled, anger dilating her eyes. She could feel Harley knew her so she punched forward with her head, cracking her skull against Harley's. The glasses she was wearing cut deeply into her captor's flesh, creating a long cut over her brow.
Harley screamed in rage and then lashed out with a hard slap to Helena's jaw. The contact spliced open her lip, spilling blood down and across her chin. It had been a stupid thing to do but the temptation to try to fight back had simply been too great. She felt Harley slide her hands around her throat and then tighten her grasp. Air ripped from her lungs and her eyes bulged.
"Why do you like to complicate things Huntress? Have you any idea why I don't just hypnotize you? I could make you do whatever I want you to do." She shrugged. "That's not what I want however. I want to break you. Break Helena Kyle and bring out Huntress. Just like Mr. J broke Barbara Gordon."
The brunette opened her mouth in a vain attempt to draw air into her lungs. She groaned in pain, the fingers of the doctor were like pincers.
"We've reached rule number two now, Helena. Don't ever touch me. Not without permission. Or a safety word."
Helena gasped, her mind blurring from lack of oxygen. She felt her muscles releasing as darkness crashed in on her. It had nearly overtaken her when Harley finally released her. Bending her head forward she began to hack violently, trying to force air into her wounded windpipe. Large red marks marred her otherwise perfect flesh. She gasped slightly when she felt the cold steel of the knife against her stomach once again.
"I think I'll finish this now," Harley grunted.
"Do it." Helena shot back, her voice almost a whisper.
Harley ran her fingers over the hilt of the knife. She pressed the tip into Helena's skin, her eyes tracking a small spot of blood that formed under the contact. It would be so easy to just push it forward and embed it into the girls' smooth flesh. Anger rushed up through her but her desires finally shot down the fury. She yanked the knife away and then slammed it into the desk next to the bed. It went a good inch into the broken wood.
"No," Harley spat out. "That would be a horrible wasted end for you. It would be too easy and you deserve so much more. So much better." She turned away from Helena. "Detective."
Helena blinked, feeling ice race through her veins. Reese was with Harley? So Barbara really had been right and all of his recent actions had been because of what her former shrink had done. While that made her feel remotely better, it also scared the living hell out of her; Reese was at Harley's mercy.
"Harley, stop this," Helena called out, her voice shaking with fear.
"Oh no," Harley laughed. "We're just getting started. Detective? I don't like to be kept waiting. I do have a schedule to keep up."
Helena heard the door open again and then heavy footsteps. It was definitely Reese. Blinded or otherwise, she knew his scent.
"Did you need something?" he asked, his voice soft but vacant. He didn't quite sound like himself.
"No, I don't really need you anymore," Harley sang out. She approached Reese and wrapped her arms around his well-muscled torso. She slid her hands up under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his rippling skin. She bent forward and kissed him deeply. She was certain that Helena could tell what she was doing. The audience excited her and she deepened the passionate embrace.
Helena felt her blood boil. Anger ripped through her muscles, tightening them into hard rocks of tension. Her heart slammed violently against her chest as the sound of kissing echoed in her ears. She knew what game Harley was playing but was helpless to do anything about it.
"He is handsome," Harley admitted as she finally broke away. "You have an excellent eye for beauty." She reached over to the desk and yanked the knife up and out of the decayed wood.
The brunette could hear something that sounded like Harley hugging him. Then she heard a wet crack, like something slamming violently against bone. Maybe two seconds later a loud thud echoed through the room.
"Reese..."
Harley yawned. "He bored me. I was done with him." She laughed. "And he wasn't very nice to you now was he? Cheating on you with me."
"Was?" Helena asked, her small lithe frame shaking.
"Was," Harley giggled. She wrinkled her nose as she examined the blood on the front of her shirt. She hadn't meant to embed the knife into one of his ribs but it had happened that way and the blood had splattered making an awful mess.
Helena felt a presence settle on the metal bed next to her. She realized very quickly that it was Harley. The smell of iron filled her nostrils. Blood. She had stabbed Reese.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Just like Wade. Just exactly like Wade.
Fucking déjà vu.
"You stupid bitch, what did you do to him?" Helena gasped out, no longer even remotely trying to stop and think. Emotion raged through her, numbing her body and chilling her common sense.
Harley once again reacted violently, slamming the hilt of the blade against her jaw. A cut opened on her cheek and blood spilled down, mixing with the earlier trickle from her busted lip.
"You apparently forgot rule number one, Helena," Harley sang out, this time with fury in her tone. "I don't like that word. It's a dirty word." She grasped Helena's chin tightly in her hand. "Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. That's how it works."
Helena felt hatred surge up through. There had been a lot of people in her life that she has desperately disliked. There had even been a few that she had hated but none more than her former psychiatrist. She clenched her teeth tightly, unwilling to reveal the absolute depth of her heartbreak.
Reese was dead.
Just like Wade.
Harley bent over her prey. She paused over her a few moments and then leaned over and licked the girls' cheek. Helena shook under the contact, repulsed and disgusted but unable to prevent it.
"You taste so good," Harley laughed. She lifted up the knife and licked the other side. The side with the blood on it. Then she ran it over Helena's cheek, smearing the red fluid on to her skin. "Tell me Helena, what hurts more? Betraying your friends? Knowing that you're responsible for the death of Wade? Or losing your policeman lover?"
Helena swallowed hard. "The only thing that hurts is not being able to kill you..."
Harley feigned shock. "But Helena, what about the superhero code of conduct? No killing..."
"I'll make an exception in your case," Helena growled.
Harley clapped her hands. "Well that's a start." Then she sighed. "I think our first session is over. You were hardly cooperative however which really doesn't help. If we're going to make any progress at all, you really do need to work with me." She paused. "You know, Barbara Gordon is so worried about you, maybe she could convince you to take an active role in your therapy."
"Leave her out of this," the brunette snapped. "This is just between you and me."
"Well that depends on you," Harley noted. "As your therapist I must do everything I can to properly treat you. However, if you cooperate, I see no reason why this can't remain between you and I." She rubbed her hands together. "In the meanwhile, I have a surprise for you."
"I'm so not interested..."
Harley clapped her hands together. "Alushe?"
Helena cocked her head to the side. She wasn't aware of an individual by that name but she didn't harbor any misconceptions about Harley's intents. Whatever the quack was up to, it was definitely of the very bad.
The door opened again and she heard two sets of footfalls. One was a smaller man by the sound of his steps and the other was much larger.
Harley turned to the two men and smiled. "Alushe, honey, it's time to feed."
Helena blinked, panic rising up through her anew. She swung her head to the side to try to explore her possibilities but found that they were just as they had been before; she was trapped.
"Helena, this is Alushe. He was leading a very unfortunate life up until recently. Then I helped him out. Gave him some new abilities."
"Harley..."
"He drinks blood, Helena. But don't call him a vampire. That's so...been there, done that. And he's not one, he can go out in light and staking him won't kill him. A bullet to the head will do that just fine."
"You're boring me," Helena snapped. She knew better than to entice her enemy but her anger, frustration and heartbreak was overwhelming her. She was starting not to care.
"Here's the thing, Alushe needs to feed often however because his blood is well, tainted. It's poisonous to him and he's always in a terrible amount of pain. So he needs your blood to survive. In exchange, he'll give you some of his." She laughed. "We'll see what that does to you. I personally think it'll be quite exciting."
"Harley..."
"Go ahead honey," Harley said to the gawky young man standing in front of her.
He was maybe six foot tall with a shock of dark black hair. His eyes were wide and uncertain and he looked like a scared puppy. A vacant one at that. He was dirty and unkempt and he smelled horribly. Like he's been sleeping in the sewers and bathing in dirty rainwater.
He moved towards Helena, his gait awkward and uncertain. He bent over her, looking confused for a few moments. Then he jammed her neck to the side and bit down hard, his barely pointed teeth roughly ripping into her skin. She cried out, her eyes ripping open in violent protest as he lapped at the blood on her neck.
Harley giggled at the display. Then she turned to the other man. "Torchy, do me a favor and get rid of the good Detective, he's getting blood everywhere." She glanced down at the fallen cop and saw with some dismay that he was still breathing.
That would stop soon enough however. He was unconscious and unlikely to come to on his own. By the time he was located, he would be long dead.
"Sure boss," Torch said as he bent over and lifted the officer up onto his shoulders. "Got a location?"
"Somewhere where he'll be found. I want Barbara Gordon to know." She glanced over at the bed where Alushe was leaning over Helena, pining her down. "Hold on a moment."
She crossed over to the desk next to the bed and picked up the scrap of cloth that she had torn from Helena's shirt. She held it up in the air.
Torch shook his head, eyes locked on the violence on the bed. "That's disgusting."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Harley reminded him. "Alushe, that's enough."
The boy stopped. He look up at her in confusion, blood dripping from his mouth. She motioned towards the door and he got up and stumbled out, looking like he was stone-cold drunk. Torch watched him go, apprehension in his eyes. He didn't like the freak one bit.
Harley crossed over to Helena and bent down next to her. She examined the wound and smile. "It's not deep." She opened the drawer of the desk next to the bed and pulled out a first aide kit. She snapped it open and examined the contents. After a few moments she finally poured alcohol over the open wound. She rubbed at it with the scrap of cloth from Helena's shirt, clearing away the bloodstains. Then she tapped a gauze pad to it. "Must keep it clean." She turned to Torch. "Leave this on the body for Barbara Gordon to find. I want her to know....everything."
"Sure boss," Torch said. He took the bloody scrap from her and jammed it into the front pocket of Reese's ruined dress shirt. He adjusted the cop over his shoulders and then exited the cell. Harley watched him go for a few seconds and then turned back to her prey.
"You're a fucking psycho..." Helena gasped out, her voice ragged.
"Good night, Helena," Harley said, almost as if humoring her. She bent down and pressed a quick kiss to Helena's lips, moving away before the brunette could attempt to bite her. She gazed at her prey once more and then strode quickly through the metal door, slamming it shut behind her.
Helena let out a deep ragged breath as soon as Harley was good. She blew out air and tried to focus her body. She had no idea what the monster Harley had called Alushe had done to her but she could already feel his blood working it's way through her.
And it felt corrupted.
She sagged back against the bed, squeezing her eyes shut. She knew exactly what Harley was up to and what she wanted as an endgame.
It was simple really.
She wanted to break Helena Kyle.
She wanted to corrupt the Huntress.
She wanted to destroy them both.
She wanted to own them both.