AN: Alright, in the last chapter, the story was just getting started. Ambrose, the Dragon of the Earth and Michael's right hand man, decided to head out to Seaview High, which is where Miley and her friends go to school. While there, Ambrose exposes Miley Stewart as Hannah Montana. That is going to have some intense and non surprisingly backlash for Miley and her friends and family. That was then, though, and this is the present time.

Chapter Two: Michael's Request

Once David and Alex touched down in Malibu, he knew that something was in the air. It maybe was due to something brewing, but he knew that this was going to be something bad coming soon. That scared him somewhat. What frightened him the most was the unknown. The unknown being Harley Quinn, and Michael Harris. Harley was most likely hunting Batman, so she was not out here and that was one thing that they had to worry about later. Then again, Harley, Joker, and Michael were close, and that meant that Harley was gunning for Miley and Travis at some point. If he was a gambling man, David would have to bet money that Michael and his crew were going to get to them first.

David was out here to try and find Harley Quinn, and apprehend her if he was able to. The problem was, in the back of his mind, he knew better than to get in the middle of a bad storm that was about to come through the area. He didn't get to be a detective by being brave in certain situations, he knew where and when to pick his fights. The big question on his mind was this, was he going to get in between two factions hell bent on eradicating two young people.

He had to. This is what he signed up for. He was not going to enjoy it, and he knew the risk, but he knew what he was going to do.

"Dave, what's wrong?" Alex asked him. They were sitting at a restaurant near their hotel room, and even though they were here to have a good time, she knew when David had something on his mind and when something was bothering him.

"It's this entire situation between Michael, Harley Quinn, Miley and Travis." David said.

"What are you thinking about?" Alex asked him.

"The entire situation." David said. "Michael and Harley Quinn are motivated by heartbreak, and revenge. Those are two dangerous things that can drive the unstable minds that these two have."

"It probably doesn't help that Travis took that shot at Michael earlier." Alex said.

"Right. Things were bad enough, but he had to take that shot at him, didn't he?" David said. "Like my job was not hard enough with Harley Quinn being vengeful. Now I got to deal with Michael and his crew. Who knows what those guys are capable of."

"I know it's not my place to ask, but what is your next move going to be?" Alex asked him.

"At this moment, I do not have the slightest idea. It is best to sit back, and wait for the perfect moment to act. But I will say this." David said. "They are going to get them, they being Harley and Michael, and them being Miley and Travis. I have absolutely no idea what Harley and Michael have in store for those two, but it is going to be bad for them."

"I have never heard you sound so sure about anything since you proposed to me." Alex said to him.

"I know that I am right, and that scares me." David said.

If things were bad before, they are worse now. Miley just got word that her performance in St. Louis was cancelled due to tickets being returned, and an anonymous bomb threat at the Edward Jones Dome, the stadium that was going to house the concert. The word was that it was anonymous, but Miley knew that Michael was behind it, and if he wasn't, he made his cronies do it for him.

That made bad for her career at the moment, but it was about to get a whole lot worse.

"So, that's it?" Oliver asked her.

"Yeah. It is." Miley said as she, Oliver, and Lilly sat at the table with Travis. "All of my performances are cancelled until these threats can be stopped, and whoever did it is caught."

"What do you mean, 'whoever'?" Travis said. "It's not as if we can't find out who did this. It was Michael and his pals."

"Yeah, I agree. Michael seems to be the best suspect. It's not as if there is someone else that would have a reason to want you dead." Oliver said.

"Gee, thanks." Miley said sarcastically.

There was a knock at the door, and Miley went over to answer it. The others watched as Miley began to back away uneasily as Ambrose stepped into the home.

"Well, I see that you are all well. That's good, for the time being." Ambrose said.

"What are you doing here?" Miley asked him.

"I am here to give you a message." Ambrose said. He said that openly, but in reality he was talking to Travis, and Travis knew it once Ambrose pointed right at him.

"What do you creeps want?" Travis asked him.

"First of all, ass face, I would watch your tone." Ambrose said, walking right over to where Travis, Miley, Oliver and Lilly were sitting. "You already got Mike pissed, no reason to draw his ire any further than you already have."

"Again, what do you want?" Miley asked Ambrose.

"Michael wants to meet Travis." Ambrose said.

"Wait, what?" Travis said in disbelief.

"Michael wants to meet Travis." Ambrose said, slowly and more loudly so that they could understand what he said. He then took out an envelope, and placed it in the middle of all of them, most likely it contained the location of where Michael wanted to meet Travis. "After what you said, and did, he wants to meet for some unknown reason."

"You honestly expect Travis to go and see Michael, knowing that Michael wants to kill Travis?" Miley asked him.

"Miley said it best. There is no way in the world that I am going to go and meet that nut job." Travis said.

"Okay, first of all, I have been around crazy people all of my life, and he is nowhere near crazy. I am the nut job of the group." Ambrose said. "Second of all. You have this wild impression that he is asking. I am telling you. Go meet him, or something worse is going to happen."

"What is the worst thing that he could do to us that he already hasn't?" Travis said.

"He will order us to hunt you down." Ambrose said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not as if we can't find you if you hide, and if you run, you will just die tired. Take my advice, and go see what he wants."

"Wait. Can you at least guarantee that he won't kill me?" Travis said, stopping Ambrose from leaving the home.

"Honestly?" Ambrose said. "I honestly believe he won't kill you. Trust me. If he wanted you dead, he would have done it already. If it wasn't for him, you and Miley would be dead already. We didn't do anything to you because he said not to. We work with him and train with him out of respect. The least we can do is honor his wishes."

With those last words, Ambrose was gone into the wind.

Ambrose walked into the house, and Zane, who was watching TV, dropped the remote, and walked over to him.

"So? What did he say?" Zane asked him.

"I didn't get an exact answer, but I do believe he will go and meet Mike." Ambrose said.

"Really? Did you tell him what's going to happen if he doesn't go and meet Michael?" Zane asked him.

"Of course. I told him it was in his best interests to go and meet him. I drove home the point that if he doesn't, it will be bad news for him." Ambrose said.

Zane sighed under his breath.

"What?" Ambrose asked.

"You know Harley Quinn is out there right?" Zane asked. "I also heard that Gotham detective, David Falcone is out here as well. What are we going to do about that?"

"Nothing. If they want to get nosy, let them get nosy." Ambrose said. "I say stay out of the way, let Harley go bat shit nuts, because if anything happens to Miley or Travis, it is going to come back on us and especially Michael."

"Well, that's one way of looking at things, I suppose." Zane said. Ambrose nodded, and took a seat next to Zane on the couch.

"What now?" Zane asked him.

"We wait. We sit here, watch TV, and wait for any sign that hell is about to break loose." Ambrose said.

"Which is going to be soon, I get that feeling." Zane said.

"God, can you be quiet and let me watch TV?" Ambrose asked, kind of irritated that Zane was still talking.

"Fine with me, asshole." Zane said, under his breath.

"Are you actually going to go and meet Michael?" Miley asked Travis. It was the day that Michael requested to meet Travis, and Travis was sitting in his room, trying to get ready for what was probably going to be a violent meeting between him and Michael Harris.

"Yes, I am." Travis said, slowly making sure that he had everything that he needed.

"Are you sure that this is the right thing to do?" Miley asked him.

"Honestly, no. This is the only move that we can make." Travis said. "I am going to make sure that we are on good terms, and who knows? Maybe he will call off the dogs if I say the right things."

"I don't know about this." Miley said. "What did your parents say about this?"

"I didn't tell them about this." Travis said. "They will only try and talk me out of it, and that is not going to work, nor should it happen."

"I know I am not going to talk you out of it, so just be careful, alright?" Miley said, concern evident in her voice.

"I will, babe, and thanks." Travis said.

As he arrived at the location, Travis had an uneasy feeling. He had that feeling the whole drive over, and it became evident once he arrived, that something was about to happen. He looked around, and sure enough, Michael was nowhere in sight, but Harley Quinn was.

"So, this is the asshole that stole Michael's girl from him?" Harley said.

"Who are you?" Travis said.

"Me? I am Michael's friend, Harley Quinn." She said, glaring at him. "See, because of you, Michael almost died, and for what? Because of some bitch that couldn't keep her legs closed. I knew that Michael wanted to meet you, but I managed to get here first."

"Listen, I-"

"Shut up!" Harley screamed. "Because of you, I almost lost the only man I have left. You are going to pay for that, and pay dearly is what you are going to do."

Travis tried to reason with her, and then, he felt a really bad burning in his leg. He looked down, and saw blood seeping into his blue jeans. Then another hit in his arm, and another into his shoulder. Harley smiled, and kicked him to the concrete. Harley contemplated shooting him again, but decided enough was enough, and left him there.

"Michael says to say hello!" Harley said, leaving and laughing as she left.

AN: Sorry for the long wait. I promise that I will try and update this story as best as I possibly can. Thanks for being nice with your patience.