Alright guys! Chapter 14! This is a bit shorter than the previous one, but I want to try and get another out either toward the end of the day, or tomorrow! Thank you for the reviews/follows/favorites! You all are the best!

Sacrecrow: I feared if I added another 'Daddy' to that, you would have died. I'm super happy you like Harley and J! I was worried they weren't getting the chemistry they deserved! But that's super good to know! Hahaha I love the 'hmm...' XD Drama, drama, drama, that's what these are all about am I right? Anyways thanks again man! Your awesome as usual!

Alexiz Tutsi: Hahaha don't go into a panic just yet! The fun hasnt even started O.O I hope this chapter will tie you over until I update again! Sofie says hi! Thank you again amor!

Enjoy!

The Next Day

Harleen sat in the employee's conference room. Sharp had called a meeting after the events of last night. Once Harleen notified the ambulance and waited with Jeremiah until they came. She covered the gash on his head so that he wouldn't lose any more blood. She also took the liberty of informing his wife. The poor woman was a wreck when she entered the hospital, baby bump and all. Not knowing what was going on, she just watched as medics and doctors dragged Jeremiah into the ER. Harleen felt enough for the woman to stay with her until morning.

The doctors informed them that thankfully Jeremiah had no brain trauma from the injury on his skull. They're hoping that the swelling goes down, but for now, it's a waiting game. Which brought Harleen back to Arkham, awaiting word from Sharp. Who explained how he suspected an escaped patient may have reached Jeremiah's office in the middle of the night. But they were going to 'find the perpetrator and punish him.' In the meantime, Sharp claimed he was to be in charge of things in Jeremiah's absence. He had even decided to appoint Strange as the head doctor.

Bullshit.

Harleen couldn't stomach the idea of allowing these authorities have full control.

Sharp stood up at the end of the large conference table, speaking with all employees and doctors. Strange ironically seated just aside of him. "Gotham PD will be arriving soon to ask questions about the incident. So, don't be alarmed and share what you know. Which I highly doubt is much since most of you were not present during the time." His eyes instinctively shifted to Harleen's, making her pause and quickly look down on the table to avoid his gaze any further.

She knew what she saw. And she knew who was responsible. But Harleen wasn't stupid. If Sharp had authority over everyone in Arkham right now. And he was responsible for Jeremiah's incident with the help of that doctor. What would telling anyone make a difference? If anything, it would get her in the same position Arkham was now in… or worse.

"We are very distraught about this occurrence and we can only hope Jeremiah has a swift recovery. We also hope to find whoever is responsible," He announced.

That did it. Harleen cleared her throat and raised her hand, "Uhm." The rest of the employees looked back at the young blonde, "I'm sorry, but isn't that why we have a security system? To see what goes on during situations like these?" Once again Harleen's accent making itself known.

Sharp nodded, "Absolutely. But unfortunately, when we looked back to see who was on the tape. There was nothing there. But thank you Ms. Quinzel. I appreciate the determination in finding the culprit."

Doctor, she corrected in her head. Frowning Harleen sat back and crossed her arms. "Right."

Lighting another cigarette, Sofia took a puff and sat back in her brother's office chair. She winced a bit when she felt soreness in her body from being thrown and hit with debris the night before. She had a small bandage for a cut on her eyebrow. Frost had been standing near her desk while Francis was seated in the seat across from her. His leg nervously ticking while he refused to speak basically all morning. Which was a shock.

After the explosion, Frost managed to find Sofia in an area of her office with Francis. They were able to find shelter behind the large mahogany desk they seemed to be buried in. Luckily no one else had been in the building other then them, and they came out with minor injuries. They were still dressed in their attire from the night before. Clearly ripped and dirtied. Some dust still on Francis's shoulder.

Sofia blew out smoke, "Someone's trying to send a message." She said dryly

Francis chuckled anxiously, "Well they did a hell of a job."

Frost remained apathetic, nodding and looking at his phone, "We're not exactly sure if it was the Red Hood. But whoever it was wants to target you and your brother."

Sofia tried to think about who it could have been, then she immediately thought about the figure she saw last night, "I saw someone."

Both Francis and Frost looked at her, "You saw who?" Francis asked

Sofia sighed and placed her hand beneath her chin, "I saw someone standing on the roof outside my widow last night."

Frost figured as much when she seemed off in a daze when he met with her before her meeting with Cobblepot, "Did you see who it was?"

Her eyes fell before shaking her head, "No. All I could see was a black figure watching me."

Francis furrowed her brows, "You didn't think to tell anyone?" he turned to Frost, "And who the fuck is the Red Hood? What's going on?"

Sofia rolled her eyes, "No because I wasn't sure if it was my fucked-up mind playing tricks on me or not."

Frost looked at Sofia, a little irritated that she refused to take any medication for these symptoms. "Red Hoods someone who we suspect put a bounty on her head."

Francis sat forward and waved his hands, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute…. You have a fucking bounty on you? Since when?"

Sofia ignored Francis and looked at Frost, "I take it Gordon and his team will be visiting soon?"

Frost sighed and nodded, glancing back at his phone, "We've got three bodies downstairs. So I suspect they'll be here any moment."

Francis bit his finger, "What's going on?"

This time Sofia could see just how frantic Francis was and decided to put her cigarette out and stand up, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder, "I need you to stay home Francis. Until we figure out what's going on. I don't need you getting hurt. Got it?"

Francis looked up at her with concern, "But…. The gallery."

She gave a small smile, "I'll handle it. Just take some time off. I don't want you getting caught up in my messes."

After a few moments, Francis let out a soft breath and nodded, "Yeah alright. But you better not die on me." He stood up.

She continued to smile, "Of course." She ushered Francis for the door, "There's a ride for you to go home out back." Opening the door, Francis noticed a few of her workers cleaning up behind the bar. One of them being Spade. She narrowed her eyes, "Spade."

The black-haired woman's head popped up at the sound of her boss, "Yes?"

Sofia smiled and placed her hand on Francis's shoulder, "Would you escort my friend to his car out back? There should be men outside waiting for him."

Spade glanced over at the man standing aside Sofia. Francis observed her, quickly giving a look to Sofie. She knew that face, he thought the same thing as everyone else did. While she may have been a fairly pretty girl, she was unnaturally creepy. And by that she meant her gray eyes were almost cold and dead when she looked at someone. Even if she did have a very timid demeanor. She still gave off a disturbing vibe.

Sofia winked at him before watching Spade escort Francis out back, "Message me when your home Francis."

"Yeah, yeah," he turned to look at Sofia and nod his head, brushing off the remaining dust on his blazer.

Sofia crossed her arms and looked around her brother's club, thankful it wasn't as bad as the gallery. Running her fingers through her white hair she let out a heavy sigh, What a mess.

Frost appeared from the hall, focusing on his phone before seeing Jade and another worker named Scarlett cleaning up broken glass and bottles.

"You girls can go home. We've got the rest. Thanks for the help." He forced a polite smile

Both girls looked at each other before Scarlett nodded and grabbed her things, heading out the front door. Jade was normally always there even when she didn't need to be. She was one of the first workers they had there and easily the longest one standing. Whenever Frost needed something, she was always there. Making her a mostly manager position.

She grabbed her purse from behind the counter, noticing the bandage wrapped around her hand. "How's the hand?"

She glanced up at him after placing the purse over her shoulder, lifting it up and shrugging, "It's usable." She joked.

He smirked, "You've always been a pro with bartending. Glass just slip outta your hands?"

That was when Jade's face turned a bit more thoughtful, "You know. It's weird, I had the glass in my hand and then before I knew it I was looking down at blood and a broken bottle."

Frost agreed, "Spade said you cut yourself pretty bad."

She frowned, "Yeah. She always seems to be right there next to you when something happens. One of the dancers was in the bathroom and nearly busted her head open after somehow slipping on the tile." Jade's voice lowered a bit, "Spade was right there when I checked up on her."

Frost stared at Jade passively, "I see. Thank you Jade. Go home and rest."

She smiled, "Thank you." She looked over at Sofia, whose back was turned to her and left. Another one of Joker's men walked into the club, passing Jade. He looked a bit troubled.

Frost turned to face him, "What is it?"

The man shifted his eyes between Sofia and Frost, "Uh…. Arkham's in the hospital. Stuck in a coma."

Frost frowned, expecting to hear from J soon enough. "Thank you."

The worker gave a nod and went back to handle the bodies, waiting for GCPD to arrive. Hiding weapons and other illegal substances from the cops.

Sofia finally glanced back to look at Frost, "Calling Nygma a good idea yet?" she asked with a scowl.

Crane had heard of the incident with Jeremiah. He should have known this would happen. But it wasn't Arkham he was concerned about. It wasn't even his freedom. It was Sofia. His own workers informed him what happened, and it only fueled his rage. After what seemed like hours, she finally messaged back telling him she was alright. But people were now targeting her and J's establishments.

I can't believe we're doing this.

It's the only thing I can do at the moment until I come up with another formed plan.

I still don't like it.

"You called for me doctor?" Crane heard the low monotone voice of Strange behind him as he stood in front of his cell.

Jonathan turned around, to glare at Strange. The tension in the air was quite noticeable until Strange began to speak again, "Have you cleared your head yet Crane?"

Crane gritted his teeth before finally responding, "What sort of drugs are you dealing with?"

Strange then let a smile cross his wrinkled face, "Wonderful."

I'd rather wait for the clown to break out.

Just like you said. A lot can happen in two days.

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