A Treacherous Experience (Harley Quinn/You)

That Was Supposed To Be Easy, Right?

Adrenaline coursed through their veins, her heart slammed against my chest. Everything always came down to the thrill of a heist. Since the recent up-keep on superheroes, mainly the justice league; crime rates in Gotham had been horribly low. Even the lowest crime was picked up and hauled to jail. She could fell the bag slung over her shoulder, slapping against her back as she spirited down the dark gloomy alleys of Gotham. 

Static echoed off the bricked walls of the old buildings, "Alpha-34, come in." Y/N grabbed her radio, holding it in her hand as she leaped over a few stray boxes. "Alpha-34 here. Crossroads! you told me it's going to be easy! You said the League was out of the city!" Y/N growled into the radio, taking a sharp corner. She glanced behind her looking for the sight of a black-caped man. She noticed him on the rooves, trailing a bit behind. 

"Look, Alpha-34. You need to hurry to HQ. And lose the Bat!" A man's voice sounded from the speaker of the radio, he was clearly amused by the entire situation. "Fuck you, crossroads! That's easier said than done!" She shouted as she leaped through a broken window, cutting her arm in the process. "Balls!" Y/N hissed in pain, biting her lip as laughs made their way through the radio. Tucking away the radio, Y/N began to focus on getting through the abandoned building she had jumped into. 

"Give it up, Alpha." A deep voice bounced off the walls of the pitch black wall. "Fuck you, Bats." She grunted, spinning around to face the voice. "Alpha, we've fought countless times. You always lose." Spoke the man as he came into view, his large figure was hidden by a black suit and cape to match. "You're mistaken, old man. I just let you win!" Y/N placed her bag to the side, preparing for a fight. 

Just as Y/N went running at the masked hero, she was hit in the ribs with a taser. "Agh!" She yowled, as she fell on to one knee. "You're playing dirty, Bats." Her green eyes glaring up at the hidden face of the man. "Sorry, Alpha. But you have two options. One; get sent back to Arkham or, Two; Squad up." Batman spoke, holding out his hand for the knocked down criminal. "Go to hell, I don't work with a team." Y/N slapped away his hand, moving to stand back up. Batman let out a sigh. "She knew you wouldn't cooperate." That was all Y/N heard before being knocked out. 

A Few Hours Later

Y/N let out a groan as she went to hold her head, noticing she was handcuffed. "Oh, fuck. You have to be shitting me." The brown haired girl kicked her foot out in frustration. She took in her surroundings. She noticed the rows of seats before noticing a woman standing off in the corner. "Y/N Jettson. Wanted for multiple counts of arson, theft, murder, and... How do you even get a charge such as that..." She mumbled, shaking her head she glanced back at Y/N. "Well, lucky you kid. You're going to be joining a few others, that are just like you. Maybe, less sane than yourself." 

"Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck am I on a plane?" Y/n pulled against the handcuffs as she tried to lunge at the dark-skinned women. The officer chuckled before sitting down in a seat across from the criminal. "I am Amada Waller. As for why you're on a plane. Well, you'll find out soon." Just as Waller finished speaking, the plane began to tremble, the turbulence kicking in as the plane got close to landing. 

As the plane landed, guards flooded in, grabbing Y/N by her arms. "Oi, Oi! No need to be rough!"She grumbled as she was pushed off the plane by the guards. "Isn't this like police brutality!" Y/N tried to complain before noticing there were more people standing outside the plane. "Oh shit! Is that Harley Quinn? Dude..." She grinned, slightly pulling to meet with the women. 

"Stop moving." One of the guards grunted, tightening their hold. "Okay, fuck." She groaned in pain, as she slowed her pace. The guard pushed her towards the circle of villains, grabbing the attention of the others. "Seriously... You let me go?" She questioned, even though she was still handcuffed. "What is stopping me from running?" Y/N went to make a move but was stopped when she was suddenly pinned with a knee pressed against her spin and her front squished against the dirt. "That." One of the guards grunted. 

"Okay, I got you. Not get off me whore." Y/N shook her body, pushing against the guard's knee until he let her up. She popped her back before glancing at the commander in the center of the half circle. "Who's th-"

"Haaah. What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?" A high pitched voice cut Y/N off, causing her to turn towards the speaker. Harley Quinn; Y/N raised a brow at the women, while the others looked at her questioning. "Sorry. The voices." Harley waved her hand in a dismissive move, which didn't seem to make anyone less comfortable. "I'm kidding! that's not what they really said." She laughed, offered a wide smile. 

Y/N shook her head, about to speak up about the interaction. The commander in the center spoke before she could. "Listen up! In your necks injection, that you got, it's a nanite explosive. the size of a rice grain but it's powerful as a hand grenade. You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what? You die" Y/N took a step back as he finished speaking, glaring at the empty lot that the plane once was. 

"I was injected with something? What the actual fuck! I just want to go back to Gotham..." She grumbled, kicking up the dust annoyed. Harley Quinn chipped in again, causing Y/N to look over to the beautiful blonde. "I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you." The commander glared at Harley. The brown haired girl bit her lip, grinning to herself. "Now that's someone I can get along with..." She chanted, clearly pleased with the possible friendship. 

"Shut up! This is the deal. You're going somewhere very bad to do something that'll get you killed. But until that happens you're my problem." Flags called over the chatter, while Y/N rolled her eyes. Deadshot spoke up to complain about the speech while the others seem to be less interested. Y/N moved towards Harley but stumbled over her feet almost as Harley began to change in front of everyone. "Um... Uh... I'm gay..." Y/N mumbled, shaking her head to snap herself out of the daze. 

Y/N moved towards her own crate while had her bag, nothing more. Grunting, she tossed the bag back into the container. She glanced over towards the group as they began to gather, she noticed Waller had reappeared from where ever she had been. "This is going to be fun.."

"For those of you who don't know me officially, my Name is Amanda Waller. There's an active terrorist event in Midway City. I want you to enter the city, rescue HVT- 1 and get them to safety." Waller instructed. Deadshot asked a question which seemed to clear up the confusion for the others. 

"The only person that matters in the city ...the one person you can't kill. Complete the mission, you get time off your prison sentence. Fail the mission, you die. Anything happens to Colonel Flag, I'll kill every single one of you. Remember, I'm watching. I see everything." Waller finished, Y/N let out a groan. 

"That's such bullshit." Y/N complained, proceeding to block out the conversation as the started to board another plane. A woman hidden behind a mask stalked onto the jets, seemingly uncaring. 

"You're late." Colonel Flags grunted. "This is Katana. She's got my back. She can cut all of you in half with one sword stroke. Just like mowing the lawn. I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims." Flag stated.

"Sounds kinky." Y/N laughed, causing Harley Quinn to burst into a fit of giggles before she went to question the sword-wielding hero? "Should I kill them?" Katana asked, glancing down at Harley. 

"Easy cowgirl. Ain't that kind of mission. Have a seat." Flags pointed to a seat, which the black haired women took. 

"Right... Damn, crossroad... What'd the actual hell did you get me into... so much for an easy mission." Y/N grunted, resting against the wall of the jet.