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It seemed Joker's words had sunken deep within Harleen's mind every time he made a promise to her. Unfortunately for the young doctor, the rest of the session didn't go as she planned. She couldn't get anything out of the man, not even a hint at something that might help her case report with Arkham. They were nearly over with the time they had left and Harleen was losing hope. But J looked to be having fun with her all the same and it was a tad irritating for her since it was her trying to help him.

"I was looking at an old report of yours," she started, getting J's interest, "along with an older photo. You had a very beautiful smile."

J stared at her for a few moments with an unreadable expression on his face. Harleen was afraid she might have said something to upset him. But he spoke up after shrugging and glancing away, "I like to change things up every now and then."

"It says here that the grill was necessary. As you don't have a good percentage of your original teeth left due to an altercation you had with the Batman," she explained

J's face suddenly turned sour at the mention of Batman defeating him and ruining his beautiful grin he had before this metallic shit. He hated it. But what else could he do? It was what it was. And he did it to save that annoyance of his he had running his club right now. Some things you just have to sacrifice…

"What about it?" he asked bluntly

Harleen continued to observe him, his face was emotionless. "Is that why you have that damaged tattoo on your head? Because you view yourself as something short of perfect now? Because that's what defined you?" she asked

Suddenly J's eyes snapped back to hers, making her lightly jump. His eyes… were terrifying. Filled with rage ad disapproval. It was scary to say the least. His frown didn't waver as he glared at the young blonde. "What would you know about perfection you ditzy dame? You have no idea what I see myself as. None of you textbook idiots have a clue. So why don't you just write up some made-up bullshit like I'm swallowed by this depression from the trauma of losing the qualities of my lovely features so I can get back up there to breath in some fresh air and stop waiting for your untimely ass asking me useless questions."

This statement hit Harleen like a truck. It was both disrespectful and true, making the doctor sit there speechless. She didn't allow others to talk down to her or even insult her for that matter, but when J did it. It was different. She viewed him on an entirely different level than those who she dealt with on a daily basis. Someone she, for some reason, wanted to gain his respects. And right now, she was far from doing just that.

Okay, she noted, never assume things anymore.

Sofia had time to react and quickly shifting gears, turning the wheel to the left, driving the car on the sidewalk and speeding down to the road as fast as she could. That's when she heard the rattling of bullets hit the side of the car. Her eyes looked in the mirrors to see the cars catching up to her. She was so close to the club until a car suddenly pulled out from the alley to slam into her right side.

WHAM!

Harleen watched as Joker's demeanor suddenly changed from angered to worried. His eyes widened while he glanced off to the side. As if realizing or sensing something had gone completely wrong and he could feel it.

"Joker?" she asked hesitantly

Now getting into a car crash is very different than something as small as a rear end. And even then when a car hits you with some force, you could feel the rough impact. The kind of impact that jerks your entire body. Well…. This was even worse.

Sofia grunted at the power of the hit, still trying to drive the car so not to hit anything else. The car swerved into a fire hydrant, making the water spurt out with brute force. Sofia's head hit the glass, cracking it enough the create a small gash on her head.

She could see the two other cars surround her. There was no way her body didn't get whiplash from the crash, but she had enough strength to reach over and press a button on the dashboard.

She could hear the sound of car doors opening, shifting her eyes back up to the attackers, she glanced down to reach for the handle, unfortunately the door was welded shut by the fire hydrant. So she had no other choice but to watch as water covered the front windshield and the vague figure of a man appear. He then walked over to the passenger side and managed to pull the door open. He was tall and lanky, even slimmer than Jonathan, but his face wasn't anything close to the way Crane's was. He had large bushy eyebrows and an elongated face almost. He watched her with a smug look, "Sorry to meet you like this. I just figured it was time to meet the woman my father hated more than me."

Sofia remained in the driver seat, Father? She thought. Then it hit her. This man did have small similarities she'd seen before. She lifted her chin but stayed cool in her spot, "Didn't know Falcone had a son."

The man didn't do anything, he only watched her with a gun in his hand, "He didn't speak much of me. And now, because of your mental case of a boyfriend. Is he now locked up in Arkham, not even able to put a sentence together."

Sofia's face was passive, "So how is that my problem?"

The man chuckled, "Well, I outta thank him for giving me the opportunity to gain control of the family business. Because now I have the power around here."

This comment made Sofia smirk, "Is that right?" she asked mockingly

The man's face then frowned, "Oh you don't believe me?" He raised his free hand and snapped his fingers, the rest of his men steadied their guns as they aimed it for the now ruined black Corvette, "Then I guess I'll just have to show ya."

Stall

Sofia rolled her eyes, "At least let me get out of the car so you can tell me what it is your trying to kill me for."

The man watched her, narrowing his eyes before nodding and backing away, making Sofia smirk once again and crawl over to the passenger seat to get out of the car. Once she did, she noticed all the men look her over, still wearing her thin tight dress that clung onto her figure. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she leaned against the Corvette.

Her attention went back to Falcone's son, "I haven't properly introduced myself."

"Can't imagine why that would matter if you're just going to kill me," she replied bluntly

Falcone's son was now scowling at her, he didn't like the fact that a woman was mocking him in front of his father's workers. "Oh I think it's important to know the name of the person who killed you."

Sofia only stared at him with an unimpressed demeanor.

The man continued to frown, "Name's Alberto. Alberto Falcone."

Something's wrong

J could feel it. It was like a sudden sensation in his body that something bad had happened. His eyes glanced over to see Jack. Who came around only when necessary and since he was seeing him now. Was a genuine problem.

Harleen stood up and walked closer to J, cautiously so not to trigger some sort of out lash. Her hand slowly reached over for him, but just before her fingers were about to touch his shoulder. J snapped out of it and glowered at the blonde, avoiding her touch. But that was all he had to do for Harleen to stop. She stood upright and watched as J sneered, "Get out." He said lowly

She furrowed her brows and quirked her head in confusion, "But—

"GET OUT!" He barked even louder, almost shaking the room.

She'd never seen him this angry before, she stepped back. But his eyes remained on her with a threatening glare, his chest was rising every few seconds and he tried wriggling out of the straight jacket. But Harleen didn't want to stay and see what else he was planning on doing. She quickly grabbed her things and exited the room. Opening the door to see two guards rush in after her. Something wasn't right. What was wrong with him? He had been fine even when he was annoyed just moments ago before suddenly switching off and being filled with rage.

"Please step aside doctor Quinzel," one of the guards spoke.

She turned to see Cash rushing over to the room. "What happened? Is he having another episode?" he asked

Harleen watched through the glass as the guards held him down, he wasn't exactly lashing out so much as he was simply growling and looking around for someone that wasn't there.

"I don't know what's wrong with him. He was fine just a second ago and then all of a sudden. This happened," she replied

Cash watched as the guards dragged Joker through the back exit room door, towards solitary so that he could calm himself down.

"Hopefully Arkham could get to him once he gets back," Cash stated

"I don't know what I did to trigger him like this," she admitted softly, now watching the back door close, but she could still hear Joker's words that just didn't seem to make sense echo through the asylum's halls.

Cash turned to Harleen, "It's not your fault. That's just how he is. None of the doctors who have treated him before know how to handle him and after a little while they either fall for his tricks or they give up. The only one who really knows him is his own sister."

She frowned, not liking the way Cash didn't even mention her progress with his behavior. As if she didn't even know how to deal with her patients. This one in particular.

"Her or his workers anyway. They deal with him the most." He added

That's when it hit the young doctor. Harleen's eyes glanced up to Cash, who looked at her in slight confusion.

"Didn't Crane work with Joker?" She asked

Cash quirked a brow, "Yes, but only for a short period of time. Why?"

Harleen smirked, "I think I know how to get that report going."

"So to what do I owe this visit," Sofia glanced at the car, "And the trashing of my car?"

Falcone smiled at the young woman, "Oh I'm sure your big brother will get you a shiny brand new one don't you think?" He asked, "I mean you are considered royalty in Gotham now right?"

Sofia held her arms crossed as she watched the man walk closer to her, "The 'Princess of Gotham' people are calling you. Nice title for a woman such as yourself wouldn't you agree?"

"What's your point in all of this?" she asked bluntly

Falcone frowned, not liking just how unfazed the woman was acting. "Oh, am I boring you?" he asked irritably

"A lot, yes actually," she replied

Falcone growled and now stood directly in front of her, he glanced down to her chest, seeing a silver locket hanging from her neck. "This is the infamous locket is it not?" he asked now reaching up for it.

Before his hand could clasp around the silver, Sofia's shot up to clutch his wrist tightly. His eyes looked at her, to see a sneer on her lips. "Don't touch." She threatened

Alberto stared at her for a few seconds before glancing at his men. Who seemed unimpressed that their previous boss's son was getting told off by a woman. He scoffed and started laughing, "And what are you gonna' do about it?"

Sofia simply stared at him, not saying a word. But keeping that threatening look in her eyes. Alberto couldn't help but feel uneasy at her otherwise unnerving gaze, but he shook it off and snapped his fingers. His men lifted their guns and aimed it right for her. Falcone then grabbed the locket and ripped it from her neck, turning and walking over toward the sewer opening, hovering the necklace over the opening.

"Now, either you come willingly with me or my men and I have no choice but to drop this piece of trash down the drain and drag your pretty ass with us. And you'll never find your locket again. Gotham's river has currents and caverns underneath the water that will make it impossible to find it even with your abilities."

Sofia was glowering at him with a livid stare, "I'm only going to tell you once. Give that back to me." She ordered, her hands clutched tightly into fists.

Falcone scoffed once more, "You know for a woman you don't listen too—

The man's blood ran cold when he realized part of the metal from the collision shot after him. He quickly jumped out of the way. The metal was strong enough to make an indent in the street. Falcone grunted as he heard bullets rattle through the air and men shouting. He quickly looked up and spotted two of his men flying through the air into a small convenient store. The owner inside ducked down behind the counter and rushed for the phone to call the police. Falcone quickly jumped up and immediately ran for a vehicle.

Hopping in the driver's seat, he noticed he keys in the ignition were gone. Suddenly, another one of his men was slammed into the back window, shattering the glass. Falcone shouted and looked in the rearview mirror. Sofia's eyes were illuminated a vibrant green and she made her way toward the car with a gun in her right hand. Alberto quickly locked the doors, as if that were going to do anything and hid underneath the dashboard.

He shut his eyes and covered his head when the car door was ripped from its hinges. Falcone opened one eye to peak up and see Sofia staring at him with rage. She then reached over to grab his collar, throwing him onto the street. He landed with a loud thud but shook his head and attempted to crawl away. He felt a sudden force on his back and noticed Sofia had slammed her heel to prevent him from moving.

He looked pathetic and scared, placing his hands to block his face defensively Every one of his men were knocked out and thrown about the street. She turned him around and roughly kicked him on the side of his face, making blood fall from his mouth.

"Necklace. Now." She ordered

Alberto quickly reached in his pocket and gave her the locket. She snatched it back but aimed her gun for his head, kneeling down, her eyes remained illuminated. Her heel was now digging into his chest, he grunted as he watched her in fear, "You know. I have the ability to bring out people's worst fears with just a snap of a finger," she leaned in closer with a sadistic smirk, one that almost mirrored her brother completely, "Would you like to see? Maybe you can join your father in Arkham."

Alberto was now shaking at this point, shuddering at the crazed look in her eyes. He could hear police sirens in the distance and only hoped they would come before this woman could do something permanent.

"Why were you trying to kill me?"

Falcone gulped, "You….You have a bounty on your head."

Bounty?

She furrowed her brows, "Who put the bounty out? Was it Waller?"

Alberto's arms remained up, so to block any more hits, "W..Whose Waller?"

Sofia growled and pressed the gun to his head, "Don't lie to me. I don't have time to fuck around."

Alberto shut his eyes and winced, tears now coming from his eyes as he shook even more. Sofia then heard cars come up behind her. Someone jumping out and running for her, "Sofia!"

It was Frost.

"Sofia don't. We don't need the cops on our asses. We can take him with us. But he's no use to us dead." He explained. There were the rest of his men standing behind him.

Kill him

Sofia blinked, the voices…. They were back. Shoot him. He tried to kiss us. And you're just going to let him get away with that?

Sofia shook her head and placed her finger more on the trigger. Alberto crying out even more at the risk of dying.

"Answer me."

The man's lip trembled, "It…It was some guy. Wears a mask he calls himself the—

But before he could answer a bullet went straight through his head. Sofia shot up while Frost ran over toward her and blocked her. She looked up to see at the far corner of a nearby building, was a dark figure, moving back and escaping the rooftop. She narrowed her eyes as she watched him leave.

"Sofia. We have to leave. Now." Frost ordered

She then looked back to Frost and nodded, rushing over toward the corvette. Which luckily still ran. Frost jumped back into his Lincoln and waited for Sofia to leave so that he would follow close behind.

Sofia rubbed her head, shaking the voices away, she sped up. That was close…. But that time. She didn't have too much control. She let out a breath as she made her way back to her brother's club. She still had work to do.

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