Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC, with the exception of Magda, Jim, and Danny. I hope everyone liked my last 3 segments. I'll throw in some more thrills soon.

I woke up and there wasn't any light. I instinctively thrashed around, and a bunch of cardboard that was covering me flew off. Where was I? My hands felt over my body. My clothes. That bastard dressed me. My body got chills, and I looked around. This was definitely somewhere in Crime Alley. While taking in my surroundings I noticed a briefcase beside me. I opened it and it had a bunch of cash in it. I exclaimed rather silently, "Shit! He kept his promise." I closed it, then noticed my backpack. I reached for it and felt a shooting pain coming from my arms, but ignored it, frantically searching it to make sure everything was there. I checked my boot, and sure enough my knife was there too. I turned my attention to finding out where he actually dropped me off.

I put on my backpack with sore arms and held the briefcase against my chest tightly. It's risky carrying this much cash. I noticed some green grass across the street. It was actually part of Sheldon Park. I continued my way north towards Amusement Mile. Last time, I stayed towards the beginning of the pier, but this time I needed to go deeper in. Every five minutes of walking the state of the pier became more and more decrepit. Most of this place was abandoned. I heard that there were a couple bad storms that caused major damage to most of this area. Everything felt damp and gloomy. No wonder he told me to invest here. At the end there was what looked like a club. As I got closer I was able to read the broken sign. Gotham City Olympus.

I put all my weight against the door to push it open. The inside was enormous. Everything was wet and molded from flooding, but other than that it was a good start. I spent the day cleaning it up. There was no use in calling it a hideout, if it couldn't function as one. This nightclub was well built. It had a huge bar, stage for performances, seperate room for gambling, a basement with a kitchen, and many rooms on the upper floor. After opening as many windows as possible to air out the place, I searched the bar for any form of alcohol. I located a bottle of gin. Not my thing, but after the hellish day with Crane, I needed something strong to lull me to sleep. I curled up on the bar counter and drank until I passed out.

I was woken up with a hand slamming on the countertop. I pushed the bottle away in a stupor and fell to the ground. When I got up and peered over the bar, my eyes were met with Jim's. "Celebrating early kid?" He smiled at me and chuckled. My eyes got wide when I noticed he was carrying a six foot pine under his right arm.

"What's with that?" I pointed a finger towards it.

"Do you even know what day it is?" He put it on the ground, and came around the bar towards me. Placing me up on a stool, he got a better look at my eyes. "Your eyes are bloodshot. Did you get any sleep?"

"Last night a little yes, with the help of a guy named Gin. The night before that, none at all."

He looked over to the case. "How much is in there?"

I gave him a laugh, "I'm hoping twenty-five thousand. Maybe you should count it to make sure."

He opened the case and confirmed the amount. "How did you get that much?"

Still feeling a bit drunk, I gave him a crazed look and laughed. "I donated my body to science!"

He grabbed me up in his arms, and carried me up the stairs. "Ok kid. I don't think I want to know what your talking about. But I do know that you need more sleep." He found the first available room, and threw me onto the musty mattress. "Don't worry I'll finish cleaning up the place." He shut the door behind him, and I fell asleep again.

I had no clue how long I was out for, but I woke up to the wet nose of a...dog? Someone flung open the window in the room and let in what little light was showing outside.

"Mornin' honey!" It was Harley. The wet nose that was poking my face belonged to what looked like a wolf. But the ears were wrong and the color was off. I sat up and it licked my face eagerly. "Lou get off her!" She shooed the pet away. "Sorry about that. They act more friendly towards the women than men. Just ask Jim." She chuckled. "He's been bitten more than once." She whistled and the two of them came over to her. She bent down in front of them and gave each a hug. "My babies!"

I interrupted her moment of affection, "So what are they?"

"Hyena's silly! Lou has the spot around his eye, and Bud has the black hind legs."

I gave her a questioning look, "And why didn't I see them before?"

"I kept them in the basement at the other place." She frowned, "It wasn't a safe location to let them roam around."

"So every time you get caught. What happens to them?"

"They get sent back to the zoo, and mommy has to break them out!" She petted them tenderly on their heads, and they let out an odd half cackle. She came over to me and pulled me out of bed. "I saw how busy you and Jim had been with cleaning up the place. You did good honey!" She squeezed my jaw with her hand, and inspected my face. With a tinge of disgust in her voice, "I need you to freshen up and meet us down stairs soon. We need to discuss the next step." She let go of my jaw.

"And what's that?" I was very confused.

"To break Mr. J out of Arkham silly!" She skipped away with her pets in tow.

I took my time finding the bathroom. When I got in I noticed how dusty everything was. I turned to knob of the shower and to my surprise there was a steady stream of luke warm water coming out. I undressed and stepped in. There was no soap, so I focused on examining my body and memorizing where each pin hole and bruise was. I felt the cut on my chest, it had scabbed over. After awhile I felt clean enough, got out, and went downstairs. My mouth dropped at how much the place had changed. Jim had outdone himself. No dust or dirt. Everything was as clean as you could get it. It stilled looked essentially like an old 80's strip club, but it worked. I arrived through the second set of doors that held the gambling area. Jim and Harley were huddled around a table going over maps.

"Ok. I'm here. What's the plan?" I leaned against the table and looked over the papers.

Harley explained. "Puddin' sent me a message yesterday. They have him in solitary right now." She pointed to a path on the map. "If we can impersonate some doctors then we can go in quietly and get him out."

"Sounds almost too easy. We dress up like doctors to get in. Then we find him, but how do we get him out?"

"Easy hun. We have Jim park the van here." She pointed to the back of block C. "The cells for solitary are there. We use some acid to break down the padding on the walls, then use an explosive to crumble the concrete. Easy peasy!"

"So how thick is that concrete?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It should be about a foot and a half thick. They tack on an extra six inches every time we break down a wall." She gave a laugh snort.

Questioningly I asked, "Ok. It sounds like you know what your doing. When are we doing this?"

A wide grin turned up on her face and she yelled rather loudly. "Tonight! I told him we would be able to celebrate Christmas together!"

I turned away and rolled my eyes. "Ok. Then I guess we meet back here in a couple hours and leave?" She took my hand and swung me around.

"Yup. That's the plan! But first we both need to look the part. Come with me! To the costume collection!" She pulled me behind her as we ran up the staircase and to one of the empty rooms. She opened the door and to my surprise, the whole room was packed with rolling carts of clothes.

I was astounded. "Is this what you spend your money on?"

She gave me a wink "Sure thing kid. You can be whatever or whoever you want! As long as you have the outfit." We took our time looking through everything. It was more like wasting time, but it helped to get my mind off of last night. We settled on a matching set of long white doctors coats, with black pencil skirts and purple button down tops. Everything fit her fine, but my clothes were a bit tight. My curves didn't exactly help me right now. We changed, then she opened up the closet in the corner of the room. It was filled with shoes. "No boots girlie. You need something more professional." She tossed me a pair of red heels, but I gave them back.

"Oh no. I can't wear those. I'll be a burden. Please tell me you have a pair of flats?" She handed me a pair of black and white checkered ones. I was impressed. "Very cute." She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go get em!" She ran back down stairs as I tried to keep up. Jim was already in the van outside. When we got to Arkham she handed me a doctors bag. "Here you go my assistant! This contains the acid and explosives we need. Guard it with your life!" She handed me a badge. It said "Intern" on it with no picture. My name was to be Ruby Jones. I attached it to my coat. We got out and Jim pulled around back. I held the bag in front of me with both hands innocently. When we entered she flashed her badge and we were through door number one. This led us to the hallway I remembered from before. The glass rooms that held the rogues on display. Harley was distracted and quickly ran up to one. She put her hand up against the glass as a woman with light green tinted skin and red hair approached. I turned around to keep watch as I heard their conversation.

"Hey Ivy your still in here?"

Ivy's voice was smooth and sensuous. "Yes dear. But no worries I'll be out soon. I always am. This artificial fluorescent lighting can't keep me alive forever. They will have to move me sometime. Then good old mother nature can help me escape." I heard the squeaking of her hand gliding across the clean glass getting closer to me. "And who might this be?"

"Oh. This is eight, I mean...Her name is Magda. She was knocked out when you saw her last. You gave her your special green brew remember?"

"The orphan. Yes I remember. Turn around darling and let me see your face." I did what she asked. "What a gorgeous young lady you are. Have you noticed any changes in your body?" I raised an eyebrow and said nothing. She must of read my cluelessness because she gave a laugh. "You might have a tolerance to most toxins now, but I slipped a little something special in there as well." She gave me a carnal smile. "I gave you a boost to your natural pheromones."

Harley sounded surprised. "No way! You bad girl you. I thought there was something different about it. The mix seemed thicker than usual."

"Yes. I hope you can use it to your advantage, but don't worry it won't last forever. Unless you keep injecting yourself. It will work its way through your system eventually. You might not have my poison lips, but you can sure have my ability to seduce." She blew me a kiss, and gave me a wink before walking back to her bunk. For some reason I looked down at my hands, almost like I knew what she was talking about, then blushed. I hope that didn't effect Robin.

Harley turned to me. "I think we need to get going." She faced the glass one more time. "Bye Red! I'm sure we will see you soon." As we continued down the hallway I noticed Dr. Crane's cell was still empty. A little shiver came over me. At the end of the hallway we turned left and passed through another set of doors. This time we were stopped by a gentleman in an orderlie's attire. He checked our badges, but didn't let us through.

"Harleen Quinzel? You sound familiar, haven't I seen you here before?"

She removed her glasses. "Oh honey I've been here before." She gave him a smirk then with one quick sweep, took his legs out from under him. With a quick punch to the face, he would be out for awhile. "We need to speed this up." She ran down the hallway and I followed. Making a right, there was another set of doors. "This should be it." We took time to catch our breath, and walked through. There was only one guard in solitary. Before we reached him she whispered to me, "There is a rope in the bag. Hang back a minute." She approached him with a flirty walk. I couldn't hear the conversation, but she gave him a kiss on the cheek. She walked behind him and slid off her heels. The guy closed his eyes, and she gave him a sudden kick to the back. He slammed against a wall and she removed his walkie talkie from his shoulder, then grabbed his handgun. Holding it to his head she motioned for me to come over. "Tie him up." I retrieved the rope from the bag, and tied his hands behind his back tightly. She threw the gun at me and I caught it.

Taking the bag from me she rifled through it and pulled out a jar, then a thin metal rod. She dipped it in the jar and then stuck it in the keyhole of door C10. There was a noticeable popping and hissing sound. She used the rod as a makeshift handle to open the door, and once removed, the rod dripped with the eaten away metal from the door. She stepped inside and let out a scream of joy, while I heard a sour tone say, "What took you so long?"

I approached the room slowly. She was bent down behind him untying his straight jacket. He looked up a little confused. "Harl, we have company." I noticed his nose was taped up and he had bruising near his eyes. I picked up the medical bag with one hand, and clutched the handgun in the other.

"Yeah, its eight! She came through with the money, and the hideout." I took that as a good sign, and stepped in, placing the medical bag on the floor. Tucking the gun in the waistband of my skirt, I gave him a smile.

He didn't sound pleased, but wasn't angry either. He just glared at me. "Indeed. I'm wondering how." My smile faded, and I got back to business taking everything out of the bag and staging it on the floor. He got up and took off the jacket while Harley worked on the walls. While she was completely engrossed with the situation at hand, he walked over and leaned against the wall beside me. In an annoyed tone, "I'm sure you can tell that you broke my nose."

I said with confidence, "And I'll do it again. If I need to." He didn't liked my answer because I felt a hand grab me by the arm.

Jerking me closer towards him, he asked inquiringly, "So tell me. How DID you get the money?"

I looked up at him with anger in my eyes, "Just ask Crane." He let go of me and chuckled.

"Now you're a risk taker?" His laughing continued for a minute, then suddenly stopped. "Shame. I guess I can't use him as an idle threat anymore." He patted me on the head, which made me angrier. I took a couple steps away from him. We both heard Harley scream, "Fire in the hole!" and covered our ears. Dust and debris flew everywhere. Everyone present had a coughing fit. When the dust cleared we ran out to the truck. I got into the back with our escapee, with Harley taking the passenger side. Jim drove off with squealing tires. I had to hold on to the bed of the van so I didn't slide around, and the gun came free from my waist. I scrambled to grab it, but his foot crushed my hand. "I'll take that."

I shot him an angry glance, "What you don't trust me?"

"No. Not just yet." He grabbed the gun, and held onto it for the rest of the trip. No other words were spoken.

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