Wow! Thank you guys for all the favorites and follows! As promised - here is the events leading up to - and after the previous chapter.

Escapes

The boy's first attempt to escape happens as soon as he awakens again. Frost reported that as he came with the boy's breakfast - he noticed he couldn't unlock the door. When he kicked it down - he was stunned to see the boy's fingers gripping the edge of what was supposed to be a sealed window still before they disappeared. Frost had run over, baffled to see that the young man had managed to land on someone else's balcony one floor down. The boy had looked at him and grinned, saluting with two fingers before walking into the apartment.

Two minutes later - one of Frost's men stood at the door sporting several bruises and holding up an significantly less hammered green-eyed young man. He lived across the hall from Buddy, who was lying unconscious in his apartment.

Harley had the window resealed and barred, making the boy's eyes shadow with something unnameable even as he grinned widely at her glare.

H~H

The second time happens only two days after the first. Frost remembers allowing the boy to come into the kitchen to get something to eat and hearing him mutter something under his breath before feeling something hard hit the back of his head. When he comes to - the boy is gone, and several phone-calls reveal that many of his men are unaware of his disappearance.

He had rushed to the door, intent on the finding the kid and beating some sense into him, when Harley came - her expression carefully sweet as another one of the bosses men held the boy in his arms, while she demanded how the fuck the boy managed to make it to the other-side of town.

To that, Frost has no answer and Harley puts a bullet in two of his men heads without so much of a blink. "Get more men to watch him if you have to - hell, have someone stay in his room. But make sure he doesn't leave - he's mine."

Frost isn't sure what to think of the fierce possession in Harley's voice, of the way she stands near the growing pool of blood with her gun still smoking in hand. He just knows that he better do exactly what his Queen ordered - or it might be his head next.

Later, Frost checks his head for any bumps, and is surprised when he feels none.

H~H

The third escape is very nearly the last.

Frost is cooking breakfast when he hears a loud crack coming from the boy's room. He rushes in, not able to believe his eyes when he sees Jake - one of his best - lying asleep with no signs of escape anywhere.

He calls his men and have them searching through Gotham's many streets and alleys in seconds. With a nervous swallow he dials the Queen's number - ever so grateful that the King was away on business for two weeks.

The Queen - for all her insanity and love for violence, had a heart at least.

Although - hearing the sound of several things smashing over the phone made Frost also note that her heart had limits. He almost hoped that the boy had gotten away.

By nightfall - it becomes clear that the boy is no longer in Gotham. They had called in every contact - searched every hole and gutter three times over. He wasn't in the city. When he broke the news to Harley - her expression became frighteningly blank, a bottle of scotch clutched in hand. He dodged just in time as it went sailing at the wall, smashing into shards. Her voice was quiet - dangerously so. "He wants to play hide and seek? All right - I'll play." A large smile blossoms onto her face, dangerously lovely as she breaks into hysterics "I'll win and take him as the prize."

H~H

Three days later - they find him in a little town just beyond the boarder into the Mexico. It was a lucky break, really - Frost had called two days ago to talk to one of the guys he knew on boarder-patrol there when the man had suddenly paused and described the kid.

How the fucking hell the kid managed to make it to Mexico in the course of two days without booking a flight (because those had been the first thing he and his men checked out) - Frost had no clue. What he did know was that the Queen had lightened up at the news - and had happily taken her seat on the plane, but not before telling him with her eyes that her 'Puddin' wouldn't learn a thing about this.

Frost knew why - the boss wouldn't have understood why Harley went through such lengths to find the boy - hell, Frost (despite admittedly being impressed by the boy's evasion of them) didn't understand it.

Nevertheless, he gave his Queen the word of him and his men that the boss would not hear about this. (Of course, he made sure that his men would inform him if they got wind that the boss was returning early) But, really, what was the harm in a little trip to Mexico?

He quickly learned to eat those words.

They find the kid in a bar - of all places. He's sipping at whisky directly at the counter, listening to the pretty bartender intently. Emerald eyes never stray from the young woman as she speaks, expression revealing honest interest as he tips the glass back and forth slightly. Frost is content to sit back and wait for the boy to leave; they have to do this quietly if they don't want the boss to hear about it. Harley seems to be in agreement - even if her blue eyes track the boy's movements from over her small glass of tequila.

Naturally, it takes a seemingly innocent gesture to change that.

The bartender says something, gently nudging the kid's arm and his response is a slight smile - curling up the corners of his mouth prettily and making his eyes crinkle while his free hand ran through his hair.

Frost's only warning is feeling Harley tense beside him as he remembered that the boy - though coolly polite when he wasn't being a sassy shit - had never once offered his Queen a smile.

Harley is by the kid's side is seconds, pressing her body against his back as Frost followed behind as quickly as he could without looking overly suspicious. "Hey sugar -" She purrs, just loud enough for Frost and the bartender to hear. A heated glare, and a hand trailing down the kid's arm pointedly makes the woman flush before turning back to the drinks. Harley leaned in closer to the now tense kid, her lips brushing against his ear, breathing out: "Come quietly, or I'll shoot her down." Her hand trails back up to his bicep and squeezes, nails digging in. Frost can't help but wince at the treatment - sure that it was going to leave bruises as the black-haired young man nodded slightly before following Harley out of the bar.

Then, in a move that took even Frost aback, she pressed the boy up against the wall of the building, knee between his legs and pinning his arms with her hands. The Queen says something, but it's too low for Frost to hear - however he does see the way her grip tightens on his wrists as the green-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at her. She says something else - a large smile playing across he features which freezes when the boy hisses a reply.

For a second the two stare at each other, practically nose to nose thanks to Harley's heels, the tension so thick Frost was half tempted to look away.

He should have listened to his instincts.

Harley's lips descend on the boy's neck - the boy's wide eyed expression copying Frost's own. But Harley continued to place kisses all the way up to the boy's ear which she tugged on with her teeth. From his angle, Frost can see her lips move just slightly to say something into the boy's ear - can see her mouth travelling back down to where Frost could only assume the boy's pulse was, brushing her lips over it gently - Suddenly, there was a flash of teeth as she bit into the young man's skin and sucked, making his eyes blow wide and his body to jerk in a motion that could have been to throw her off or an effort to get closer.

Either way - Frost knew that the boss couldn't learn anything about this or it'd be both their necks on the line.

He tried to turn away to remedy the situation only to be sucked in (no pun intended) by Harley's continued administrations along the boy's neck and jaw, getting a glimpse of the Queen's pink tongue as it tasted the boy's skin -

He was all too glad when Harley finally pulled away, her lips pulled into a smug smile at seeing the boy's flushed cheeks and the red marks on his neck. She traces a finger over them idly - a pout on her lips as she whispers soft words to the boy. A second later, her eyes suddenly brighten with laughter; lips moving soundlessly.

Whatever she says makes boy's eyes clear; anger filling them as he starts to speak -

The rest of his sentence is lost as she delivers a sharp right hook to his jaw, sending his head straight into the wall with a smack. The boy's eyes rolled back into his head, and he swayed for a moment before falling against Harley's shoulder.

H~H

The next morning, Frost was helping himself to some coffee in the Penthouse's kitchen when the kid came stumbling in holding an ice-pack on his head. "Morning." Frost said in greeting, trying in vain to not gaze at the marks on the kid's neck. The boy returned the sediment grumpily, grabbing the newspaper as Harley came bounding in, pausing to rake her eyes over the boy's form with a satisfied expression. As if feeling her gaze - the boy spun around, the back of his shirt dipping ever so slightly to reveal some skin...

Frost coughed, nearly spilling coffee on himself as his eyes widen comically at the sight in front of him. Harley saw his reaction and winked - a wide smile pulling up her lips.

"What?" The boy's voice is filled with suspicion, every line of him tense... A few seconds later, his hand jerks towards the back of his neck, fingers just brushing over the source of Frost's disbelief and Harley's pleasure. The kid spins around, eyes wide for Frost to see, then sprints towards the bathroom.

A stream of curses follow that make Harley giggle as she helps herself to some orange juice while Frost buries his head in his hands - praying to God that the boss will never look too closely at the elegant black words placed where the kid's neck meets his shoulders:

Property Of Harley Quinn

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