Yeah, I’m the female monster
You know that, everybody let’s get crazy right now
I’m the crazy girl around here like gossip girl
If you don’t believe me, alright, hey, call my boyfriend
Harley Quinn called as she sauntered through the bombed door, doing a twist on
her high heels and placing her bat on her shoulder. She made a full spin at the
mafia members who sprung up from their places, immediately drawing their
Frost closed in behind Harley as a group of the Joker’s men entered behind
them, assault rifles ready. The bombed hideout looked a complete mess, broken glass
and playing cards spilled on the floor. At least six men stood in front of them
and Frost wished she would move out of the way.
ticket to survival was to keep the Joker’s girl alive. Quinn’s psychotic desire
for adrenaline rushes was even worse than the boss’, and unlike him she never
had a plan. She improvised as she went, coming up with the most insane ideas.
appeal had fooled many, except this kitty had a thing for grand theft auto and
armed robbery. She liked him to speed the car in oncoming traffic on the
highway and she was the type of person who waited for the very last moment
before leaving a collapsing building, skipping out on the street just as the
first concrete blocks hit the ground. When
involved in arson, she would much rather take the fire escape on the tenth
floor and do dramatic acrobatics on her way down before jumping three stores
and landing gracefully on the fire truck.
Sometimes Frost wondered if she
couldn’t comprehend the danger she constantly thrust upon herself, or if she
just didn’t care. As time passed, he had
come to realize it was the latter. Harley Quinn didn’t have a care in the world,
except when it came to her precious boyfriend.
mafia boss had been annoying her man for quite some time.
grinned, a wide red smile that was unsettlingly similar to the Joker’s, as she
stepped closer, looking for anything valuable to take.
“Who are you?”
one of the men shouted as he took a step forward, his accent thick and foreign.
“Don’t come closer!”
and got sight of the jewelry chain around his neck. With sparkling eyes she
popped her sugary pink bubble gum; the pop
was the only audible sound in the room. The man pointed his gun straight in her face
and she laughed.
“Aww, you gonna make me suck that off for you? Come on, shove it down.”
Frost cocked his Colt at the man, standing directly behind Harley. A
part of him was thankful that the Boss wasn’t present – he would not appreciate that kind of statement
On the other hand, if the thugs decided to kill her, he would rather
not they did it on his watch – it was
a bloody play of Russian roulette; exactly what would happen if Harley left the
scene with a single scratch. The Joker was busy in the building across the street and since he had assigned Frost to go with Harley, it meant that he was taking precaution.
For a moment the two groups remained
completely unmoving, weapons drawn. Frost realized that the mafia members were starting
to recognize them, so they hesitated.
Harley stood in the middle with a devious
smile on her face, chewing her gum. She tilted her head and pointed with a black
nail at the goon in front of her.