I plopped down on a couch and kicked off my muddy shoes. We had just spent and hour walking around in the woods and getting lost in the sewers. The three idiots I brought along with me huffed and puffed the whole way but didn't manage to blow a path to the lair. I'm surrounded by amateurs.
"Where'd you go?" someone asked from behind me.
"Harley, come here sweetheart. I need something to lighten up my day," I smiled up at her. She walked around the couch and sat down on my lap.
"I have a present for you," I giggled. She squealed and hugged me around the neck.
"Well what is it?" Harley looked around the room and at the three men who were still trying to catch their breath. I pointed to them. We giggled and she stood up to slaughter the baboons. I pulled out a newspaper. Humming to the melody of death screams, I flipped through to find something interesting. Harley came back and laid down on top of me.
"I have a present for you too," she said. She rubbed my thighs and kissed my scars. I through away the newspaper and rolled her over. She sat up on my lap and I grabbed her ass. It was still as plump and sexy as ever. She laughed.
"I still have a surprise for you," I gestured for her to come closer. She leaned forward.
"Closer," I smiled. She giggled and nibbled on my ear.
"What is it?" she whispered. I slit her throat. She gurgled. I pushed her onto the floor.
"Now I have to change. Thanks a lot babe," I complained to the writhing woman on the floor. Blood gushed everywhere. She rolled over to face me. I watched the life drain from her eyes as she smiled at me.
"That's my girl," I laughed. I shook out my jacket. Blood rained down on Harley's corpse. I licked my lips. They tasted like the red liquid.
"Clean up on isle one!" I laughed. Some of the baboons came in and gagged at the sight. Staying as far away from me as possible, they cleaned up the mess and left. I was too absorbed in my thoughts to notice anything.
"The new girl wants money huh? Power. She has all of that. I hate it when people get greedy"
But you need her.
"I don't need her. She's just useful."
So you want her.
"Well that depends," I argued with myself. I paced through the room, leaving bloody tracks everywhere.
You like her.
"I like her ability to keep them distracted."
A lawyer isn't the best ally to have.
"A lawyer who plays the DA like a puppet is a powerful ally. She can keep them busy while I go after the Batman."
You need the Batman. You don't need the girl.
"Let's give her a test run. Rob a bank. If she doesn't do her part, kill her. If she does well, let's keep her around."
Ok.
"I think we scared off the idiots," I looked around the empty room.
You don't need the idiots.
"Conversation for another time," I laughed.