Howdy,

This is the chapter we have all been waiting for, escape from Arkham.

My story differs to suicide squad and the comics now just a warning :)

Enjoy

Nessa

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Chapter 14

"How we gonna do that puddin'? They know who I am; we ain't getting out of here without someone asking questions. " Harley lifts herself away from the joker a little, looking at him questioningly. When he didn't answer she went and sat back in her place, curling her feet together.

"I appreciate that. That's why I was hoping, hoping you could do me this itsy bitsy favour," he purred at Harley, moving his head in the way a snake does to charm it's prey.

"Anything, I mean, um, yeah sure." She muttered, not wanting to sound too desperate.

"I need a machine gun." He stated in matter of fact, as if he had just asked a neighbor for sugar.

"A machine gun?" Harley had to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape, how the hell was she going to get that?

"Don't worry my little harlequin, daddy has it all covered." He produced a curled up tube of paper from him uniform. "These are fake papers and an ID, you will go into a shop using the money wrapped in this paper, buy me AK-47 and leave it outside the grin and bare it tonight at 8pm. Jonny will be by to pick it up at 8:05 so make sure you're in the club by then so he knows you've done it. And then get ya self a drink and get home. We'll have a very important day ahead of us." He grinned at her and she unrolled the tube of paper, seeing all of the legal documents for a gun, an idea with her photo but a completely different name on it, and a folded up wad of cash in the middle. She looked at J and she could see the excitement dancing in his eyes, mirroring her own. They were finally going to be able to be together.

"Okay J… I trust you but if those goes wrong… what we gon.."

"Harley! I ain't gonna let it go wrong, now get that dizzy little brain of yours outta the negative and focus on the one task I am trusting you with. I swear to batman if you get this wrong I will kill ya." He growled at her and then kissed her on the forehead hard, it was anything but romantic, more possessive.

"O-Okay Mistah J." She pushed the bell button on the door and the gaurds came in, lifting J up and handcuffing him. Harley had to turn away as they manhandled her clown. As he was pushed from the room he looked Harley in the eye and mouthed 'don't fuck up'. She sighed and nodded, clutching her new ID and license in a bundle of paperwork, concealing it.

Harley wasted no time in heading straight over to the address that Joker had given her on the front piece of paper, including her side of the plan and information she'd need. A little note was left for her at the bottom;

Harley,

I trust ya to do this right baby, and you know daddy is super proud of you but it you fuck it up you may as well move away with that ID because you're as good as dead.

-J

Charming, she thought bitterly and tried to make herself look tall, she needed to ooze confidence or these guys would be able to see right through her, they were the type to sell weapons to criminals after all. The shop smelt of gunpowder and metal, Harley had to try real hard not to gag. The man at the counter was your typical biker, long dirty brown hair and tattoos gracing his skin, no where near as appealing as J's. He watched her every move as she made her way around the shop, looking for the gun in the picture in her packet.

"You lost Barbie?" The biker guy chuckled and Harley had to try real hard not to smash his head in with one of the guns that were hanging on the hooks.

"I'm looking for an AK, ya got one?" She made sure to let her Brooklyn accent slip, sounding like she was tough and knew what she was doing.

"An AK? Aint they a little dangerous for you, wouldn't you prefer a nice pink Wes-44?" he smirked and Harley could feel herself getting even angrier.

"No I need an AK-47 Assault rifle and I need it soon or I'll take my business elsewhere." She said through gritted teeth and slammed her fake ID and license on the desk, along with the wad of money that had exactly enough for the gun.

The biker guy looked a little intimidated and lifted up his hands in mercy, going into the back and grabbing a silver box, lifting the lid so she could see a dissembled gun that looked similar to her photo. "So you know the drill dollface, nobody knows I sold you this and I won't tell anyone that the ID you gave me is fake." He smiled at her and she felt her face drop.

"Uh…" she tried to think of a retaliation.

"Darling, I've had my fair share of people coming in here for the joker but none of them have been so out of their depth as you. Piece of advice for you, get out of their before he takes you down with him. You're too good a girl to get mixed up with a guy like him." He passed her back her ID and slapped the money in his pocket, not even touching the ancient register in the corner of the desk. She nodded her head and waltzed out of the shop, checking no one had seen her and trying not to drop her purchase. The feeling of the gun felt all that heavier knowing that J was going to be using it on her colleagues. She tried to shake that thought from her head as she made her way home to get ready to go to the club, knowing she needed to look the part.

…

Taking one last deep breath she checked her appearance one more time. She had gone for leather tonight, leather pants and a short blue top that showed off her mid-drift. She wasn't sure what to expect for tonight but she knew she needed to make sure she was suitable for her job roll. Grabbing the gun from it's place on her kitchen counter she sauntered down the stairs and into the awaiting car that she had been told was waiting for her. They screeched through the Gotham streets and Harley had to remind herself that J would never let her die in a car crash, he had higher plans for her than that.

They got to the club way sooner than they should have but she saw that it was exactly eight on the dot. She made one last check of her lipstick and climbed out from the car, slipping into the side alley before anyone could see her. She hid the silver case behind the trash can like she was told, fluffed her hair and tried to look confident as she walked out and straight up to the doorman, walking through when he stepped aside for her.

She searched the room for Jonny and when she saw him she gave a discrete nod before heading over to the bar. The barman noticed her straight away and ignored all of the annoyed people, walking over to her and asking her what she wanted.

"Martini, hold the olive." She pressed her lips together and scanned the room, noticing that Jonny was gone. Harley sighed, feeling a massive relief as she realized her part was done, she was no longer involved in the plan. She took a big gulp of her drink and then looked around too see what cliental the club was getting this evening. There were a lot of women dressed in dresses too tight and too short, men wearing way too much clothing to be impressive. She knew that everyone here was dressed to keep the clown prince of Gotham happy, to make him notice them, even though he wasn't here. Don't worry loves; I'll relay the message to Mistah J. She thought smugly, there was no way that he would leave her to go back to her old life now. She wondered when he would put him plan into action, would it be tomorrow morning when everyone was just getting in, or the afternoon when everyone was relaxed and ready to go home. Either way she couldn't wait for the show.

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The familiar buzz of alcohol was circulating her system when she got home an hour later, she had ignored J's directions and had stayed for three or five drinks with the lovely people at the grin and bare it. She giggled to herself as she slipped off her heels and flipped on the TV, humming to herself as she brushed her hair out and got into her shorts and t-shirt.

"We come to you with breaking news, tonight, notorious criminal The Joker has escaped Arkham with a mysterious weapon. We are unsure as to how he gained possession of said weapon but we are under the impression that the Joker had men on the inside. His employees snuck into the asylum and killed the two night guards on duty, allowing the Joker time to escape, where police were there to greet him. In total 12 people have died and 6 injured in one of the most brutal escapes of Arkham in four years." The reporter looked behind her to where gunfire was sounded and the laugh that Harley knew like the alphabet came blaring over the system, the screen glitches and then there he was, beautiful and maddening. His hair was scraped back and he was wearing a gold suit jacket, his gold chain shimmering against his skin.

"Attention all of Gotham, hellooo there. Joker here. Just wanted to say a massive thank you to my boys for getting me out and for my special someone for getting me my new toy." He winked at the camera, "oh and bats if you're out there." He sung and then leaned into the camera, his voice lowering dangerously, "come and get me." The screen fizzed and then went back to a surprise news reporter who cut the adverts straight away. Harley could no longer support her weight and she fell to her knees in the doorway to her lounge, the photo of her beautiful deranged lover filling the screen.

He didn't even wait for me to see the chaos, that selfish bastard. She felt the first sob break through her walls and she wailed at the ceiling, as if the world could hear her heart break.

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