[Disclaimer: I own NONE of James Bond, Gomez Addams or Pierce Brosnan; whom are all mentioned in this chapter, I do not gain a profit from this, it's only for entertainment for you all readers are there to enjoy and I hope you truly do :) I only own my OCs, and like Mr. Antonio Garcia, whom we'll be seeing a lot of, he's just coming out of the shadows now...at least in the story I mean~~

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`...3 months later...

It had been three months since everything had happened. Three months since my mom died. Three months since I was kidnapped. Gordon didn't really like the fact that I had ran away from the hospital neither. He had told me he was gonna put me in a set of handcuffs or something. He was joking of course. Trying to show some comedy relief as Commissioner. Now though, I lived at this weird house that belongs to some couple named Jeremiah and Noelle Arkham. But of course, ironically enough, they work at Arkham Asylum. Mr. Arkham was the most up-tight, shirt tucked in, judging narcissistic jerk of a man I have ever met, but that's just what I think. Mrs. Arkham was smothering, she hovered too much. Also, it had been three months and the GCPD had Harley Quinn back in Arkham once again, and there had been no sight or word from the Joker. And tomorrow was Halloween.

"Jessica!" Noelle Arkham's voice rang from downstairs, I was laying on my bed with a pen in hand and my journal in front of me. Yeah. I had a journal. 'Cause I'm freakin' awesome like that. I titled my head to the side, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my right ear; simply laying on my stomach. I was gonna try to ignore her but when I heard my name called again, I sighed and rolled off the bed, giggling slightly before grabbing my journal and putting it under my new bought bed and got up to my feet. Walking over to the door, I licked my lips once then turned off the light. The sound of my own feet clattering softly on the steps as I raced down, into the living room then. The good thing about this place was that they had a screen TV. It was new too.

"What?" I asked, not even bothering to be polite, perhaps she deserved it but what was she doing home? Didn't she work today like Mr. Arkham did. Tomorrow was Halloween. Maybe she got off or something. She looked at me with a wide grin and held out a puffy pink dress thing.

"I got your costume." She said to me with her grin getting wider by the second. She. Could. Not. Be. Serious. Could she?!

"No." It was one easy answer just like that

"Yes." She nodded, frowning at me now with annoyance. Dude. What part of N and O did she not get?! Ya know what? I'm gonna just freak her out now. Just to get a reaction.

"I wanna dye my hair." Totally going random, kinda. She stared at me first in awe but quirked her eyebrow, now acting like the so-called professional doctor she was.

"If I may ask, what color would you want to dye your hair, Jessica?" Even as many times I have told her to call me Jessie or Jess, she refuses to do so right now. I grinned ear-to-ear though.

"Greeeeeeen." I cooed softly, biting the left side of my lower lip in amusement, watching her look like she wanted to twitch but then looked at me in suspicion. I need where her mind was racing to, her thoughts scrambling around in jumpy little conclusions and judging. I giggled at the end. I just went so O.O.C there but I really don't care.

"Why? You said you hated the color green." She assumed once again, and you know what happens when you assume, readers.

"So?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow, going over to my report card then which was over by the wooden table, and then handed it to her "Here." Dr. Arkham here took one quick look at it, mostly at the date stamped on the carrier which was in big, red, bold letters.

"This is three weeks old, Jessica!" She slid out the report card from the carrier and flipped it open, reading quickly and eyes widening.

"You got As and Bs. I thought you only had Cs..." I turned my back to her as I started to walk away, I was that confident.

"You underestimated me." I whispered loud enough for her to hear before walking up the stairs; heading back up to my bedroom.

"Meanwhile at Gotham City Docks.."

`Antonio Garcia was a man of power, wealth, crime and so much more than just that. He now stood beside a wooden bench, staring at the small waves that steadied in the water only so far away. It sparkled. Hmm. Mr. Garcia was wearing a very nice expensive tailored suit, looking a lot like Gomez Addams to be quite honest, suit wise I mean, if you meant physical...well, to make it simple he looked like a evil version of James Bond or Pierce Brosnan. Anyhoo, He had his left hand in his pocket, his right hand holding his also so expensive cigarette, then slid the cigarette between his lips, taking in a deep breath before taking the cigarette out once more. He blew out some smoke, which defiled the air, not that it wasn't defiled already. This was Gotham City were talking about. He also had on a black trench coat over his expensive suit, it was quite chilly this morning. Absolutely freezing. Ice stuck on some crates near by, Garcia's breath could be seen in the air along side the dark colored smoke that had been delivered by a simple inhalation of a cigarette. A young boy, probably not even the age of twenty yet came running up to Garcia then, whom didn't even acknowledge the boy.

"Mr. Garcia, Boss, I came as fast as I could." The boy was quick to make an excuse.

"Of course you did." Was Garcia mocking him? He took in another intake of cigarette smoke as the cancer stick slid into his mouth, laying in-between his lips.

"Yo--You said ya had a job for me, Boss?" The kid asked with a slight hint of joy gleaming in his eyes, so young and naive. Did he not know what happened when you got involve with these kinds of people? And in Gotham City no less? That fool.

"Yes, I do, Robert. A girl. Her name is Jessica Hilton. Follow her without being seen nor heard, but do not touch her. Understand." It was a command, not a request. And yet, still Garcia didn't even look at the boy until now, slowly almost in a frightening way. Antonio Garcia was a man of persuasion and manipulation, he was very intimidating. Robert, as Garcia had called him, nodded quickly with a near grin.

"And the next time you are late. You won't lose your job, Robert. Oh no. You'll lose something much more valuable than just that, something that would be very soon misplaced. And whatever would I do without my errand boy." Garcia smudged his cigarette down on a crate, ashes dusting onto it then he threw it onto the ground, stepping on it with his sparkly black dress shoes as he walked away from Robert, it was beginning to get windy and sunny. No need for him to be here for that, open and exposed to get mugged or shot at. It was just another day in Gotham City of course. Just another day. Remember, it only takes one bad day. And if Robert there wasn't careful...his bad day would be coming up quick.

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