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The Long Night

"Can you all please stop antagonizing the man who makes fire?" I asked when Boomerang started annoying Diablo about his lack of help. I was pissed off about it too but we all had it under control. Or at least Floyd had it under control, I'm pretty impressed that he could have taken on all of them without our help. He would have done well in the League.

"Sure, since you asked so nicely princess." He gave me what I'm assuming was supposed to be a seductive smile but it just made me want to punch him even more. It was mainly his teeth that were off putting to me. That and his blatant sexism and lack of basic survival comprehension. Maybe these are just things that they don't teach ya down under.

"Call me princess again and I chop your dick off." I turned to talk to Flag who was addressing his men on the other side of the street. "Hey Flag, this sure as fuck doesn't look like a terrorist attack, you wanna tell us what the hell these things were?" I gestured towards the horde of corpses that laid in the street from our fight and nudged my boot against one's arm, it crumbled underneath my foot.

"I can't tell you cuz I don't know." Come again? I'm sorry did I just hear you say that you don't fucking know!?

"That's a load of shit Flag, this one over here had a three thousand dollar watch on his wrist. Were all of these things people." Deadshot asked, coming to stand beside me.

"I guess they were...now they're not." This is the shittiest soldier I have ever met in my life, America's finest huh?

"Wow for someone who's sworn to protect civilians you sure as shit just killed a lot of them, how does that make you feel Flag?" He was angry, very angry, but he didn't let it get the best of him like others would.

"They weren't civilians anymore Korin." Cool motive, still murder.

"Yeah sure, is that what you're gonna tell yourself to help you sleep at night?" He didn't respond and turned back to his men.

"I don't think he sleeps at all bunny, let me guess Flag, too much PTSD?" Harley questioned behind me, her voice was filled with fake concern. I could see Flag struggle to not reach into his pocket and grab the phone that would get each of us out of his way.

"Let's move out! We've got a job to do." Yeah if we don't all get killed before it's done.

We walked and walked, why we couldn't just take an armored car I'll never know, but it was getting ridiculous. The streets were oddly quiet considering the chaos that tore through them. My entire body was on high alert, every corner contained a possible ambush. Every tall building gave a chance of aerial assault. A city was no place for my training, even one as empty as this.

We were passing by a small high end shopping complex when the sound of glass breaking could be heard. I saw Harley behind me smash in a window and grab a bag from the inside.

"Jesus Harls, seriously, now is not the time for this shit."

"What? It's a cute purse." Not really, I've seen cuter, also ones less expensive.

"Yeah and it's gonna look real nice covered in dirt when we're done with the mission." She gave me a look that said 'yeah I guess you're right' and threw the bag back in the display.

"What the hell is wrong with the lot of you," Flag asked.

"We're bad guys it's what we do." Yeah don't rope me into that, I can safely say that I have never done shit like that before. Stolen property, breaking and entering and many, many more, but never over a stupid handbag.

Flag told us to halt while he called in for more information, I looked over to my left to see Floyd standing in front of a display. I went to go stand beside him and saw that it was a display of children's winter attire.

"I'm guessing you're a dad?"

"Yeah...now I can't really imagine you being a parent, but are you," he laughed at the thought. Guess assassins can't be parents then, good to know just in case I ever wanted to try in the future.

"I was gonna be a mom one second but then another I wasn't. I think it was the universe's way of telling me that I'm not cut out to be a parent. I wouldn't wanna bring a kid into this fucked up world anyway." Way to overshare Scar.

"I wish I could have been a better person for my girl but this is all I've ever known. I know she deserves a better pair of parents but I'd do anything for that girl."

"I can tell, otherwise I'm sure you wouldn't have been locked up. She's lucky though, I never had parents that cared about me like that. I don't think anyone here ever had that either."

"You some kind of mind reader?" He was sad. I could tell by his eyes, I can't imagine the last time he's heard from his daughter. I can't imagine missing anyone that much, I had a person but I was past missing them at this point in my life.

"Nah just selective understanding of people."

I walked back over to Harley and she looked really happy, she sauntered over and threw her arm over my shoulder before giving me a quick kiss and leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"He's gonna get us out of here Scar." I have selective understanding and she has selective hearing, it's a match made in heaven.

"Harley I told you already, don't include me in this." I took her arm off of my shoulder and sped up my pace, wanting to get away from the conversation.

"I'm not just gonna leave you here. You need to get over it and accept his help."

"I don't have to do anything Harley! If I see him again I will kill him and for some fucking reason I know that that would hurt you. I wish you could see how bad he is for you Harls." I didn't realize that he was bad for me until it was too late, you can still get away. Just open your eyes and see it Harls please.

"You're bad for me too Scar, why aren't ya telling me to stay away from you?"

"Don't turn this around on me I haven't exactly been telling you to come closer either have I?" That was mean, unnecessarily mean.

"Fuck you Scarlett. I know you, I know the brick walls, the threats and the throwing knives. You are just like him Scarlett and it eats you up inside. You can't stand that someone got the better of you. Every one as high and mighty as you falls eventually and you hate that it was him. So fuck you Scarlett," yeah, very mean indeed. She turned to walk away from me and I tried to reach out to her but she just shook her head no.

"Harley wait, I'm sorry." I don't even say sorry that often, doesn't that mean anything?

"Trouble in paradise love? I've been told by many that I offer first class comfort if you're interested." I heard Boomerang ask behind me. I'm gonna fucking kill him. I know that I couldn't though so I settled on turning to kick him in the chest so hard that he landed in front of Croc's feet. He looked up at me as if to say 'really?'

"You're currently still my favorite big guy," he just grunted in response.

We continued onward and Harley refused to look at me the whole time, I saw her make her way towards Croc with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Tell me Croccie why do you eat people?" Oh Jesus she's gonna get herself killed.

"It gives me their power." That's an interesting way to look at cannibalism.

"Would you like to eat me?" My mind immediately went on a dirty pathway that I had to veer off of.

"Harley don't antagonize him." She threw a glare my way, and I raised a brow. I'm only trying to help.

"Shut up Scar I'm just doing my job, remember? It's what I'm good at." What do you want me to say? Oh yes you are a very good psychiatrist Harley, when can I schedule another session? Seriously what the fuck do I say to that?

"I wouldn't eat you." It was a valid answer to give, albeit odd to hear out loud.

"Awww now I'm hurt, why not?" Jesus Christ someone change the train track in her brain.

"I don't want your crazy." Oh trust me I don't think anyone does.

"Yeah says the guy who lives in a sewer."

"At least I know it's a fucking sewer."

"Ahh I get it…"

"Oh do you Harley…" I butted in because I clearly had nothing better to do with my time right now.

"Stay out of the session Scar...this place is a sewer too, only it's a fancy one, it's been built to not look like a sewer right? Humans haven't shown ya much love have they? I can recommend a good psychiatrist if ya want a number." Croc pulled his fist back as though he was gonna hit her and my hand went to my katana before he lowered his arm.

"Why are you making him angry," Diablo asked. Yeah, maybe you'll listen to him, after all he shoots fire, the threat of singed hair should speak to anyone.

"Cuz I'm bored, I need a mind I can pry apart and spit in." No matter how you put that, it really just doesn't sound right. I looked over and saw her point her bat at me.

"And I think I'll do you next," isn't this against the patient confidentiality code?

"Careful with what you say Harley."

"Scarlett Korin, age 26, really bad family issues. So bad in fact that they're the reason she can't get close to anyone. Fearless, but only because she has nothing to lose. Wears the mask to cover up horrible scars that really only matter to her. Manipulative, doesn't care who gets hurt as long as she can get away scott free. Tell me Scar, what was the reason huh? Did ya think that I would just be good collateral while you ran away from Arkham without a care in the world? You like to think that you're better than everyone here, but you're not. You know why? Cuz when it comes down to it you're no better than me...or Mr J. It stings doesn't it? "

My katana was out faster than you could blink, and she and I were nose to nose, "walk away Harley."

"Girls play nice, we don't have time for domestic squabbles." That's such a guy thing to say.

"Fuck off Deadshot, my minds been on the mission since the beginning."

"Good then why don't you go up front, keep an eye on Flag?" I put my sword back in its sheath and scoffed.

"Sure, why not, cuz as soon as you wanna start acting like a leader I'm supposed to follow orders? I don't think that how this relationship works Floyd...keep Harley company for me will ya?"

I went up to where Flag was as we came upon a building. He gave the signal to lay low while his men scoped out the area. There was a lot of shattered glass everywhere and the building was practically crumbling around us. I felt someone grab my hand and I turned to see Harley with a finger pressed to her lips. She gestured to an elevator and started to drag me away from everyone.

Once we were inside the miraculously working elevator she pressed the button and waved at everyone below.

"Harley what are you doing?"

"I needed to get away so I could message J, and I wanted to say I'm sorry." Does the sorry come before or after messaging Joker?

"You don't need to apologize Harley…"

"No I do, it was unprofessional and as a therapist I'm very upset at myself..."

"Harley stop it… I'm sorry, I swear on my life I didn't know what he was gonna do to you. I was so happy to see you when I came to the club because I honestly didn't know if you were alive or dead, I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. I'm so fucking sorry." She gave me a sad smile and was about to say something when her phone dinged, a message alert

IM CLOSE BE READY

"Please leave with me Scar...please, and after that you'll never have to see him again, I promise."

"Harley…"

Suddenly glass rained down from above us.

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