A/N: I'm back with a new chapter! I really hope you guys are enjoying how the story is playing out. Thank you all for the favourites and follows! Reviews are lovely!


My eyes scanned the club, frantically searching every corner for any sign of the Joker but he was nowhere I could plainly see. There was only Harley, wearing a revealing candy apple red dress covered in sparkles, glinting and shaking amongst the crowd of people surrounding her but leaving enough space for her to freely move without bumping into anyone. The clown prince's girlfriend seemed completely lost in her own world, and I marvelled at how confident and in control she appeared. I jumped in my seat as my ear piece suddenly buzzed to life and my brothers voice came through.

"Mallory? What's going on?"

I bent my head down to stare at my drink, hair falling forward and whispered back to him urgently.

"Everything is fine Rick, I'm just getting the lay of the club," I lied smoothly.

"Be careful, and don't drink too much." I rolled my eyes at that.

"I'll be fine Rick, but thanks for the concern," I muttered.

He was saying something else but my attention was stolen when a loud feminine voice all but shouted "Hi there!" in my other ear. I looked up startled, only to find none other than Harley Quinn herself standing right in front of me, a huge smile gracing her pale features. I could vaguely hear Rick shouting through the ear piece, no doubt he had heard that and I tried to steady the beating of my heart.

"Hi," I said weakly, still openly staring at her.

She kept smiling while she held her hand up to her ear.

"Sorry can't hear ya sweetie! Turn up the volume please!"

"I said hi!" I shouted, leaning forward so she could hear me better. She nodded and her smile grew before she turned to the man who had been sitting on the stool next to me.

"I need ta catch up with my friend here, care to move?"

While she had turned to address the man I had quickly snatched the device from my ear and shoved it down my cleavage. Just in time too because the man only needed to take one look at who was speaking before he swiftly left and she took his place next to me, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Haven't seen ya around here before, new to the city or somethin?"

I nodded quickly. "Just visiting actually. I heard there were some pretty rad clubs."

She grinned at me and I tried not to show how nervous I was. Suddenly she leaned forward and swept a lock of hair behind my ear, the same ear that the ear piece had been resting in moments before. Her grin faltered for a second then picked up again.

"Sorry, you have such a pretty face, shame ta hide it, am I right?" Harley giggled. Then she leaned forward and motioned for me to do the same. I leaned in and her long hair brushed my cheek, I swear she literally smelled like candy. "Do you hear voices too?"

My eyes went wide but she only threw her head back and laughed. "I'm kidding! Don't look so freaked out!"

I grinned and took a sip of my drink, I could totally handle this. Sure she was a little on the insane side, but I had known that going in. I wasn't exactly sane myself.

"How long ya here for?" She asked, only partly paying attention as she flagged down the bartender who automatically seemed to know what her drink preference was and quickly got to work. She spun around in her seat and smiled at me, waiting expectantly. I had been distracted, trying in vain to make out the strange tattoos that adorned her skin.

"Oh!" I said, snapping back to attention. "Well just for a short while actually. I have two weeks vacation from work so here I am, party central right?"

This lying thing was getting too easy, but it was impossible to tell whether Harley bought it or not, the chick never seemed to stop smiling.

"What do you do for work hun?"

Shit. What did I do? Did Semi-professional thief count?

"Well..." Screw it, let's go with the truth this time. "I'm not exactly in what you would call a socially accepted profession."

She raised a thin eyebrow at me and her grin widened even more if that was even possible. Not even the bartender sliding her a colourful, umbrella clad drink could draw her eyes from mine.

"Ya don't say! Sounds a lot like myself!" she giggled. "Us kinda gals gotta stick together don't ya think?"

I smiled back at her, finding her enthusiasm infectious.

"I think you should meet someone," she said, tone becoming somewhat serious. My skin crawled, if she meant the Joker then I was well and truly screwed. No way no how was I ready for that level of crazy.

"I'm down!" That was the hardest lie yet. "Anyone you know is bound to be just as fun."

I guess I said the right thing though because she lit up and practically bounced off her seat, completely forgetting about her full drink.

"Stay right here sweetie, I'll come back ta getcha!"

I sank down in my seat as she hurried off, finally noticing that quite a number of people were now looking at me. Fuck, that was way more attention than I needed. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't wait around to meet her 'friend,' but could I get away with just leaving? I was mulling this all over, nervously counting down the seconds she had been gone when I realized a hand was touching my arm. Startled, I glanced up and a beautiful Japanese woman was looking down at me, glaring. I squinted my eyes and realization suddenly hit.

"Katana?"

"Shut up," she hissed at me. "Don't use that name!"

I leaned back in my seat and finally took in her appearance. Her eyes had been made into sleek cat eyes with liner and her hair hung straight and shiny. Most surprising however, was the short skin tight dress she wore. I couldn't help but giggle and let out a snort.

"Dang, you certainly clean up. No place in that dress for a sword though is there?"

"You are in so much trouble right now I wouldn't speak," she admonished. "Now we need to get going, quick."

She looped her arm through mine and casually guided me off my seat, before we sauntered away from the bar.

"Fast but not too fast," she said into my ear. "We can't draw suspicion. You put a mark on yourself as soon as you got Harley's attention."

"Why did they send you?" I asked as we sidestepped a group of very drunk, scantily dressed girls, a few shooting us snobby looks.

"I always wear a mask, it's what makes me well known. Without it however, I'm almost unrecognizable. Just another whore in a club."

"Hey!" I snapped. "I used to club a lot when I was younger, doesn't make me a whore!"

I swear what could only be described as a smirk crossed her sharp features.

"Whatever you say," she replied, fully smiling now.

I was about to say something rude back but the cold air hit my skin and I shivered, realizing we had made it outside the club. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to yank my arm away but Katana held firm.

"We're not at a safe distance yet, but speed up."

She didn't need to tell me twice, and I shuffled along as fast as I could beside her, feet starting to ache in my high heeled boots. As soon as we had rounded the next corner, she immediately dropped my arm.

"We're clear," she spoke, and that's when I remembered the device still nestled in my cleavage. I reached in and pulled it out, and just as I figured it was thoroughly sweaty. Katana looked over at me with a disgusted expression on her face. I grinned and held it out to her.

"I guess you guys need this back?"

She glared at me and ignored my outstretched hand. "The car is this way. Colonel Flag wanted to be here himself to meet you but Waller assured him I could handle it. But don't worry, I'm sure he's waiting for you with some choice words."

I sighed and followed her across the street. I had almost forgotten about my brother, this wasn't going to be fun.


"What on gods green earth is wrong with you!?"

No this definitely wasn't fun. As soon as I had crossed into the lobby of the 'hotel' Rick was there ready and waiting. His face was a nice shade of deep red with tinges of purple, how colourful. Lucky for me though Rick was almost immediately shut out as the team rushed up to greet me, full of questions. Croc gave me a congratulatory slap on the back and I nearly stumbled forward with the force of it.

"Ya didn't die," he said grinning.

I looked down at myself and held out my hands to examine them. I returned his grin. "Nope still in one piece."

"Grateful fo' tha," a voice said and I looked up into a pair of naughty blue eyes. I was suddenly swept up into the arms of Digger, and as I took in his familiar smell and warmth, the reality of everything that had just happened hit and I found myself clinging to him tight.

"We appreciate what you did," came Deadshot's voice and I let go of the Captain to look over at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

He stepped closer and lowered his voice. "We were listening with Flag. You lied to him girl, you knew Harley was there but you didn't say shit. It was only her voice coming through the speaker that gave you away."

"So?" I shrugged. "I didn't accomplish anything important. I mean yeah it was nerve wracking and I think I was minutes away from coming face to face with the Joker but-"

"Stop right there," Deadshot held up his hand and I left the sentence unfinished.

"You still didn't ask for help. You handled Harley on your own and that takes guts."

I blushed and bit my lip.

"We were worried Waller was going to send us in once Rick realized they were there but for some reason she didn't," Diablo added. "I think it's because they weren't prepared for them to actually be there."

"That's why it was fucking stupid of you to turn your damn ear piece off!" I groaned as my brother shoved his way into our tight circle. The guys tensed and Deadshot looked at him warily.

"I didn't turn it off actually, I shoved it down my tits," I replied snidely. There was a bit of a shocked silence before I heard Digger start to chuckle behind me.

"And if I hadn't done that Rick, my cover would have been blown. Harley tried to pretend she was all innocent but the first thing she did was check for a spy device. So you know, go me."

My brother continued to scowl but kept his mouth shut for once. He glanced from me to the others before he did the last thing I ever thought he would do. He stepped forward and hugged me. I stood there frozen for a moment as my brother rested his head on my shoulder.

"I was worried Mallory," he said quietly. "Being mad at you is easy, but I can't do that if you get yourself killed."

I laughed a little at his comment and reluctantly hugged him back.

"Well you know, sorry but not sorry."

He pulled back and gave me a small smile. "I guess I can accept that."

"Has June been teaching you anger management lessons or something?" I teased. "Seriously way to be a total softie in front of the bad guys."

"We'll try not to hold it against him...much," Deadshot smirked. Diablo smiled at us in agreement and Croc's chuckle was a rumble. I felt Digger place his hands on my waist and my shoulders relaxed as the tension in the group seemed to ebb away and I felt like for the first time all night I could actually relax.

"But you do realize Waller wants to speak to you right?"

Nope, good feelings gone.