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"But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone"

Lana Del Rey, "The Other Woman"

When I started to come to, there was nothing but

deafening silence. I floated between time and space wondering if somehow he was actually successful at ending my life. Had he damn me to walk through this dark purgatory?

Just as I tried to center myself, a harsh shock wave rippled my entire being. My eyelids retracted and I gasped for air. Everything in my immediate view was blurred. I comprehended that I must still be alive but where exactly was I?

The familiar eggshell ceiling focused, reassuring me I was still in my own bedroom. My finger tips seized the light grey bed sheets letting all the feeling back into body. It was like a momentary sugar rush. Then a shadow obscured my peripheral.

I forced myself into a sitting position, clutching the sheets to my naked frame. Joker was staring out of the balcony window whilst he finished buttoning up his black shirt. My face grew hot remembering the events of only minutes ago. I brought the blanket up to the tip of my nose. How stupid was I?

All of those things I said. I felt so embarrassed. More so because he didn't say anything back, just laughed. My brows furrowed. Of course he did, I was the biggest joke of them all. Why hadn't I left this nonsense earlier? What was becoming of me?

My grey eyes snapped up with the detection of his movements. He let a bejeweled hand rest on the brass bulb at the foot of the bed. His face was a blank slate, maybe even a little bit angry. I had so many things I wanted to ask him but my body was frozen to one spot.

He gazed away and left the room. This seemed to become a pattern which only made things more awkward. I let out a tremendous sigh as I fell back into my pillows.

I must have drifted off to sleep while contemplating my life choices because the next thing I knew, a finger was stroking the tip of my nose. I groaned at the intrusion and turned away.

"Wakey, wakey." The voice giggled.

I could have sworn I felt my heart stop, knowing exactly who it was. My eyes shot wide open. A crazed grin was plastered on her face with her bat raised high. As it swiftly came down upon me I rolled off the bed taking the sheets with me.

"Aww come onnnn!" She whined. "You'll play with Mistah J, but not me?"

Harley leaped over the mattress to reach me. I scrambled to get to my feet as another swing almost made contact with my left foot. She glowered in rage. "Although our ideas of playtime seem to vary. I don't like it."

I pulled myself up by the window sill, still hugging the sheets around me. "I would imagine so." I huffed, out of breath.

Her face twisted, "Are you making fun of me?"

I was confused, "What? No!"

The clown girl swung her bat right into the glass of the window, cracking it severely. I fumbled backwards trying to find something to defend myself with. I should have been more prepared knowing it would eventually lead up to this.

The bat came crashing into the dresser mirror, shattering it. I continued to step back feeling the prick of the shards dig into my heels. She scowled at me, "Stop moving!"

I caught something glinting out of the corner of my eye. Gyrating my head real fast, I realized it was my butterfly knifes all neatly lined up on the bed side table. Why hadn't she just grabbed those instead?

WHACK!

The solid wood connected with my right arm sending me sailing towards the carpet. Harley broke out in a manic laughter while twirling the bat above her pigtails. "Ha! Ha! Got'cha!" She brought it down onto my right knee. "I'm gonna break all ya bones, let ya heal, and then break 'em some more!"

Even though I cried out in pain I managed to swipe my left foot into her causing her to lose her balance.

She caught herself on the bed frame, vehemently spitting, "I'm gonna squash you, little bug."

I dragged my broken appendages along the carpet trying to reach my nightstand. I could feel the tingling sensation of my limbs healing. Lately, I've noticed it's been a lot faster. Then again, I've recently been getting hurt more. My fingertips reached for one of the handles on the knives.

Harley latched onto my right foot, tugging it hard enough to where she re-broke the knee but it actually set it in place. The shock made my hand bang against the end of the stand knocking some of my knives over. She started to climb on top of me.

"You're so annoying!" She grumbled.

I was flipped onto my back now, attempting to hold her at a distance. "Well, if it's any consolation to you, I didn't ask for any of this!"

"It's not!" She dropped the bat in favor of smacking me around instead. "He's my Puddin'! You ain't nothin' special!" I blocked a fist to the nose. "And you don't even try to deny any of it, ya tramp!"

I took the slap to the cheek. "Why would I?" She grabbed me by the shoulders to shake me around. "That'd make me a liar and isn't that worse?"

Harley stopped her rampage to glare at me. Her breath was heavy as she still fumed. "I liked you, Olive. I did. I thought we'd be fast friends but I just don't understand-"

"-And you think I do?" Her eyes became wide, listening. "I won't say I don't feel anything because I do, despite what's wrong and what's right, but you can keep him if that means me getting out of this mad house."

Suddenly her expression changed to worry as she leaned in real close. "Oh, no! You can't just leave! If you do, he'll blame it on me!" Her eye twitched. "It'll be all my fault." She drew back with a wicked smile. "I've got a better idea!"

I gave her an inquiring look. The clown girl laced her fingers together. "You want out, he's gotta have a reason to toss ya!" Her eyes rolled up in irritation, blowing at a loose strand of hair. "As if betraying me wasn't enough." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Men." Then a fit of deranged giggles escaped her tiny form.

She might have been madder than The Joker himself. I waited calmly until she finished. The blonde sighed dreamily, "He loves to push my buttons." She brought her hands to my cheeks and pinched them. I winced. "We're going on a job soon, the three of us. All you have to do is fudge it up."

"Huh?" I asked between mushed cheeks.

"It's a small job." She continued, squishing my face in and out mindlessly with her hands. "Just some money at stake but he doesn't keep around anyone who fails him."

She pulled away from me, sitting up straight. "Sounds like a death wish." I commented.

She gave me a goofy smile. "You can't die, silly. So it doesn't matta'."

I propped myself up on my elbows. "We both know Joker's capable."

"You do this for me and I'll make sure you get out in one piece." She winked.

I couldn't figure out her angle. "But why? You hate me."

Harley frowned, "Hate is such a strong word." She mulled it over while chewing on her bottom lip. Then she smiled again. "Appropriate, but you're more so a nuisance. A distraction, and me and Puddin' have big plans. I don't have time to dream up a million different ways to kill you."

I blinked my eyes for a few seconds before answering, "Fine. Whatever." Why should I care anyway?

Suddenly, she gasped, clenching a hand in front of her chin. "You're hair!" Oh how easily her attention was diverted. Her fingers outstretched to cling to a strip of my locks. Her light blues examined it thoroughly. "It's, it's so pretty!"

I followed her eyes to see this silver strand with purple undertones in between her skinny digits. "What the?" I pushed her off of me as I scrambled to the standing mirror. It was only one strip on the side of my head but it did not blend well with rest of my summer blonde hair.

I freaked, tugging at it. "What the hell is this?!"

Harley's face appeared beside my reflection. "I like it. I think it's kinda neat." She laughed wildly as she switched open a pocket knife and cut a sliver.

"Hey!" I turned to her.

I watched her prance to the door, only stopping to wriggle a few fingers in my direction. "See you at eight, toots." She continued her uncontrollable fit as she slammed the door behind her.

I looked incredulously at my own complexion. My skin wasn't any different, just that one piece of hair…or what was left now. I drew it from my head again. Clown girl was right, it was pretty, but why was it happening? It was like I was losing pigmentation. I curled my fist around it. This must be a side effect of the serum.

For the few years I've lived with this mutation I had never really suffered any major injuries. Up until now, where I'm pretty certain I've died twice and wounded on several accounts. Perhaps playing Harley's game would be my best option. I could stop anything else about myself from changing and move far, far away.

Thinking about it made my heart pang. I ignored it, opting to take a hot shower instead to clear my mind for tonight.

At around seven forty-five, there was a knock upon my door. I sat up from my bed that I had pretty much spent the whole day on. My stomach was too worked up to even eat.

"Come in." I called.

The door creaked open to reveal a henchman behind it. "Miss Pendragon, Joker and Miss Quinn are waiting for you downstairs."

I exhaled, feeling a little sad. "Is it that time already?"

"Yes, Miss."

I stood up, making sure my knives were secured on the inside of the leather jacket I was wearing. Then I slipped on my already laced combat boots and prepared for the short walk that would feel like an eternity. Regardless of what transpired between me and Mister J it never made it any easier to see him.

When I reached the top of the grand staircase the two of them were staring at me, waiting. Harley had a devious smile while Joker displayed a toothless grin.

"Ah, there she is." Joker greeted.

"The moth that flew too close to the flame." The clown girl added.

I stepped cautiously down the stairs. I had a feeling this night was going to be extremely uncomfortable. I dared to ask as my boot reached the last step. "What exactly are we doing?"

The clown prince pivoted away heading for the front doors. "Someone owes me a little bit of money. So we're going to go collect it."

Harley's fingers tightened around her bat that was slung over her shoulder. "And by little, he means a lot!" She reiterated for him, adding emphasis.

He snapped his fingers and the blonde swivel on her heel to follow behind him. I did the same but kept a few feet of distance. I didn't sign up for any sucker punches. I'd do this favor for Harley because I felt somewhat obligated too. However, it didn't mean I'd have to be the brunt of every joke.

We piled into the back seat of another random throw away car. It was awkward to say the least. The clown girl made sure to be in the middle, wrapping her arms around his right one and letting her head fall onto his broad shoulder. He didn't seem to mind.

I rested my forehead against the window, watching the scenery change as we drove. It felt like hours before we pulled into a secluded spot through the woods. My brows furrowed, wondering where we were. I glanced over at Joker.

His usual smile was spread across his face as he and Harley stepped out of the vehicle. I looked around at everybody else slipping out too. I decided to do the same, trying to catch up with the clown prince and his pet.

"J, where are we going?" I probed.

He walked a little farther before halting at an opening of trees. He motioned a white glove for me to come over. As I approached, I saw that it was actually a clearing where a large, old house stood. In the front, a few men dressed in black suits holding rather large guns patrolled the area. This must have been someone's home.

"Did I mention that the man who owes me a bit of money doesn't necessarily want me to collect it?" The clown beamed at me.

"So what are we gonna do?"

He chuckled softly, "Oh, it's what you're gonna do, little bug."

I didn't quite understand. Harley cleared that up real quick as she chimed in, "You're gonna distract 'em."

"Percisely, my dear Harls." He gave her shoulders a squeeze. "I've got my men surrounding the place but just to be sure good ole' Moretti doesn't have any tricks up his sleeves, you're gonna go out there and avert their attention. Just for a minute or two."

I wanted to protest. There were several of those men and they seriously had really big guns. If I ran away now, would that be the failure Harley was asking for? I searched her eyes. She gave me a small nod side to side.

I begrudgingly agreed. "Okay."

Harley's eyes lit up."Great!" And she prematurely pushed me out through the bushes. It was hard enough to send me stumbling onto my knees. I heard a series of guns cock as I looked up to greet the men.

Shit.

"Lost your way, little girl?" One of the men pointed at me.

I rose slowly with my hands by my head. "Hey fellas, funny thing is, I did."

The one with the beard, whom I'll affectionally call MacGruff, chortled under his breath. "And miraculously ended up here?" He brought the gun closer to my forehead. "I don't buy it."

I had to think fast, "Really? I mean, theres a major road not too far off from here. My GPS, stupid thing, told me to turn down this other road and I broke down. My car, let me tell you, what a heap-"

"-I know the road." MacGruff cut me off.

I gave a nervous laugh, "Well then you can help me fix my car, right?" I dropped my chin a tad so the gun wasn't alined anymore. "Or let me use a phone at least?"

He jabbed the metal at my shoulder, "Show me the car."

"Of course." I made a half turn so I could keep an eye on him and the rest of his goons. I knew I couldn't bring them straight to Joker. Another distraction was required of me. I reached into the inside of my leather for my knives. I repositioned myself in a way where they couldn't see my hand in my jacket. Then I made my move, fully aware of what it would entail.

"Oh, by the way…" I quickly leaped off the far right of me, away from my twisted companions. I threw two knives at the group catching some men in the jugular. Shots rained out as I hit the ground. I felt a sting in my right arm.

Suddenly, more gun shots fired to counter the ones aiming for me. Through the crook of my elbow I saw Joker's men take down the several that were Moretti's. By drawing their attention on me, they were blind sided by the villains behind them. I had successfully made them easy pickings.

The clown and his other half stepped from the shadows of the bushes, pleased. "Well done, Olive ole' girl!" Mister J complimented.

I sat on my knees. Harley still had a smile on her face which told me this wasn't the part where I was suppose to fudge it up. Joker squatted to take a peep at my arm. I'd definitely been hit. "It's just a scratch. You'll live."

After his doctoral analysis, he stood back up to bring his focus to Frost. He had another man in his clutches as he dragged him down the front stairs. It was a pudgy Italian wearing a vintage, white suit. That must have been Moretti.

Joker's face brightened, "Oh look, our gracious host!"

Frost tossed the man into the dirt as the men that had accompanied him formed a half circle. Moretti was terrified. "J-J! What a surprise!"

Joker punched him square in the jaw. "No need for semantics, let's get straight to the point. You're a dead man, my tubby Italian friend."

Holding his hand off to the side a small gun was placed in his palm. The large man coughed up blood as he proceeded to crawl towards the front steps. Frost grabbed the man by the shoulders and held him in place. Moretti started to wail.

"J! I was planning to pay you! I swear! Just give me a few more da-"

The butt of the gun cracked against Moretti's chubby cheek. He flopped onto his side lurching in pain. Mister J's eyes shined with malice. "It's been a year, Moretti!"

Harley scoffed, "And he's asking you for an extension? Sounds pretty greedy to me. Tsk, tsk, tsk." She waggled a finger.

Joker's smiled turned crooked. "Girl's got a point. I've been more than charitable."

The blonde stepped closer to the man in fetal position on the ground. "You've always struck me as the type'a guy who takes advantage of kindness and Mistah J is the kindest I know!"

She let her bat come down onto Moretti's knee. He cried out in agony as Joker laughed in hysterics. I just stood there, watching. It was like a game of "good cop, bad cop" only they were both "bad cop". One influencing the other.

Mister J dramatically sighed, twirling the handle of the gun round his finger. "Oh well, it's been fun. Times up! Olive!" He stretched it out towards me.

My expression changed to bewilderment. "Wha? Me?"

He half turned to give me a stern look. Harley did the same only she was nodding her head vertically. That was my cue. I involuntarily took the gun from his hands and stood before Moretti's battered form. The bulbous man began to cry.

My pupils caught J pointing two fingers to his forehead saying, "Right between the eyes, Chrysalis"

I raised the gun, trying to aim at my target. The metal felt heavy in my hands making it difficult to focus. When I thought I had it lined up I second guess myself and tilted it lower, higher, to the right, to the left. The anxiety was thick with expectation.

Then, just as I was about to pull the trigger, Joker yelled, "Stop!" He got directly behind me, his voice dripping with venom. "Have you never shot a gun before? Your aim is dissatisfying." He reached long arms around me, wrapping his fingers over mine. I could literally hear Harley choke as he brought his lips to my ear. "You want to line it up like this."

I had never felt so suffocated in my entire life. With his body so close to mine under the daggers Harley was clearly staring, I could have drowned in my own discomfort. She put a stop to this real fast.

"J! I'm bored to tears ova' here. Just let the girl shoot!"

He glared behind himself at her, "Harley…"

I took my chance and shot at the large man. It startled everyone making me cringe. I missed him, of course. Realizing this, Moretti scrambled to get away through the front door. Frost hastily pursued him.

Joker promptly backhanded me across the face and I dropped the gun. He sauntered over to Harley balling the front of her shirt in his fist. "Are you satisfied?"

The clown girl appeared confused, "What?"

He made their noses touch. "Don't play dumb with me, Harls. I knew about your little game. Only," He glanced at me as I held a hand to my cheek. "I didn't think she'd be that stupid to play along. You're success rate is remarkably low."

To my ultimate surprise, she just shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, ya got me."

He let her go and walked back over to me, smacking me from the other side this time. I tripped into the base of a tree. He knelt down to retrieve the gun I dropped, grumbling under his breath. "You want something done you gotta' do it yourself." The green haired man peered over his shoulder at the blonde. "No more games, kitten."

She smiled, "Alright Puddin'."

I was floored. Had I just been duped?

As Joker moved towards the same entrance Moretti had escaped to, he called over his shoulder, "Let's go, baby."

Harley giggled with girlish charm, only pausing for a second in front of me. She tapped a finger to the tip of her nose, winking. "Thanks."

Then she continued to skip over to her King as they both entered the rickety estate. I clung to the tree bark trying to piece together what had just happened. I had followed her plan and was now in Joker's bad graces. However, it wasn't enough to dispose of me, just trap me in a corner with no allies. I basically burned bridges for her.

I heard shots resonating from within the home but somehow Moretti's death seemed so minuscule to me at this particular moment. Forget that he was a human being made of flesh and blood. I was more concerned with what fresh hell would be awaiting me afterwards. He'd never know it, but he was the lucky one.