Sugar

Transport Van

This book is actually gonna be bare long....more than Chocolate definitely 😂
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"Are you gonna change, Harley?" Jerome asks from the bedroom of the house they broke into. She sat on the couch picking at her cuticles while waiting patiently, luckily no one was home so it would be easier, yet someone still needed to keep watch if the owners returned.

"Nah, I'm good,". She calls back, quite comfortable in what she was wearing from earlier in the night. She reached up and tightened her pigtails and stood when Jerome returned to the room. He wore a khaki colored trench coast, with a yellow dress shirt and green and black tie underneath. The white gloves still graced his hands and plad pants adorned his legs.

"Off we go, Harls,". He says with a smile, turning to gesture towards the door they kicked down. Harley rose from the couch, following the direction of his hand and flipping her bat around in her hand with a smirk.

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The GCPD transport van teattered and tottered along the dark foggy road, jostling the driver and its prisoner as the dips on the road overtook the van. The dark hair man in the back had lost his hat, a muzzle clamped down and locked over his nose and mouth, leaving two ventilation parts sticking out for him to breathe. His giant brown eyes and dark eyebrows were the only thing visible yet could do no bar, through his mind controlling methods.

The van suddenly came to a screeching halt, as the man was thrown against the metal gate separation him from the officer. He sat chained by the wrists tightly, and legs chained as well, completely immobilized...yet he could still turn his head. He laughed through his constraints as a man with a covered face and a leather bag around his head resembling a hood, raised a needle-clawed hand and sprayed a gas substance into the eyes of the officer who had stepped out. He rubbed his eyes, retreating screaming bloody murder as his savior circled around the back of the van.

Tech turned to face the doors as they opened to reveal Jerome Valeska and his Harley Quinn behind him, Crane slumped in the back beside Harley, the two keeping their distance from their mutual disliking of each other's presence.
Jerome in his new outfit, stepped up into the back of the now open van, and outstretched his arms.

"How do you like the new threads?" He asks with a smile as Tech could do nothing but nod repeatedly. Crane pulled out a hook, waiting patiently for his turn in the van. Harley stood by on watch, looking for any passerby's or any other suspicious officer.

"Awww, speechless, I know," Jerome tuts, ripping the muzzle from his head, Tech gasping for new air. Jerome stepped to the side as Mr. Crane limped into the van, hunched over growling through his needle ridden mouth, only his eyes protruding from his mostly converted face.

"You look a fright, Mr. Tech,". Crane says, bumbling forward and beginning to pick at the chains with the hook he had drawn.

"Somewhat lame, Mr. Crane, but I must confess to find pure joy in investing Jimmy boy with our ploy!" Tech says in one breath followed by psychotic giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, ya did a great job, keeping Gordon occupied. Meanwhile Crane got his fear gas, I got my information, everything is going according to my plan." Jerome says smugly, over watching the two men as Tech is freed.

"Now no time for laughter, gentlemen, we've got fish to fry...and by fish I mean faces...or feet...daaah somethin' fun to fry!" Jerome cheers, jumping out of the van.

"Shotgun!" Harley calls, running around to the passenger side of the van and jumping in the vacant seat.

"Buckle up,". He adds as a Tech is freed and the two mean take a seat on the bench. Jerome closes the doors behind him leaving the them inside to ride along as he skipped to the front. Right as he approached the drivers side, he beat the side of the van twice, hoping onto the side yelling,

"ALLLLL ABOOOOAAAAARDD!" Into the night as Harley giggled at the scene. Inside the van, Tech reached for his hat, placing it comfortably on his head, turning to look out the separation gate. Jerome laughed madly, stepping on the gas as the van raced off down the street in a new direction.

"Hang on, Gotham!" He cackles into the night.