Ember ; Harley Quinn

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Y/n's POV:

"Everyone needs to be on alert at all times. Until we know more about this crossbow killer, be on guard. We don't know what they want other than to kill Romans guys. They could come after us next. I want upped security and immediate contact if something happens."

"Yes, boss." They all said and I nodded, dismissing everyone to go back to their jobs.

"If I can't be with Harley I need to make sure I can count on you to be. I know it might be a little much, but I don't want to risk anything." I told Sasha while we walked through the warehouse.

"I gotchu, y/n. So how are things with your dad?"

I sighed heavily, "They're still shit. We haven't spoken in awhile. He's probably hunting down this killer too for all I know. Our last conversation didn't end well."

"I hope you guys resolve it. I know he cares for you." She gave me an apologetic look.

I scoffed, "The only way he'll talk to me now is if I dump Harley. I'm not doing that so he's the one who has to apologize."

Sasha nodded, patting my shoulder, "Both of you are as stubborn as a bull."

Harley's POV:

I was on my way to y/n's apartment with a bag full of egg sandwiches in my hand. She said she wanted to hangout and watch movies, just have a relaxing evening in and i couldn't be more excited.

The normalcy of it all made me smile, but just to be inside with her after partying and being out and about for a few days made my legs weak. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to jump her every time I saw her.

I squeaked and dropped the bag of sandwiches when I felt two iron grips on my bicep before something sharp stabbed into my neck. My body fell heavy as I was carried into the trunk of an SUV.

Who did I piss off now? The car ride seemed to last forever and the effect of the tranquilizer dart was still in my system so I couldn't text y/n for some help.

The trunk opened and I was dragged into a basement of some kind, being tied to a metal chair with itchy rope.

"Harleen Quinzel, how lovely to see you again. And so soon." Roman smirked, trailing his finger down my cheek.

I jerked away from him, "only y/n can call me that!"

"Right, the girlfriend. We'll have to deal with her too." Roman sighed, telling one of his guys to call her up and get her here.

"The fun will begin as soon as she arrives. I can't wait to see the look on her face when I peel yours off. Or maybe I'll have you watch while I torture your girlfriend."

I growled at him, tugging and pulling at the itchy rope.

"Fuck you, Romi!" I snarled, my head turning to the side from his harsh backhand. I licked my lips, glaring up at him as my lip bled.

"Never thought I'd see the day where Harley Quinn's immunity was gone." The mob boss smirked evilly.

Y/n's POV:

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I tiredly held it up to my ear while I unlocked my apartment door.

"Hello?"

"1515 west blue dr. Come alone. We've got your little princess." The voice on the other line cackled and I took off out of my apartment and made it inside the Benz. I sent a quick text to Sasha telling her where I would be if things went south and she didn't hear from me.

My fingers bounced up and down on the steering wheel while I ran three red lights to get to the destination. I recognized the address, it was Romans pent house apartment.

I rushed inside, not evening taking the keys out of the benz. I slammed one of the guys against the wall and burned his throat, not caring if I didn't have my mask on. These guys would be dead anyways.

I rushed down the stairs to the basement after taking out the few guards standing by.

"HARLEY!" I yelled running down the stairs, hissing when I felt the butt of a gun hit my jaw.

"Pumpkin!" Harley gasped.

Four of his guys advanced on me and I pushed one into two of them, punching the fourth guy in the jaw. I stumbled forward when they hit the back of my head, sweeping my legs out from underneath me.

My face slammed against the concrete floor and I bit my bottom lip on accident, feeling the blood gush out. I spat some at one of the guys feet.

I grunted and wheezed as they began kicking my stomach, one kick hitting me square in the nose and the bone cracked.

"Fuck." I hissed, clenching my jaw in anger, "That's enough!"

My arms erupted in flames, scorching the four guys that were beating me. I walked over towards the chair they had Harley strapped to and stopped when a gun was pointed at my head.

"Well," Roman gasped, "What a surprise! You didn't tell us your little secret!"

I snarled, "Shut the hell up and let her go or I'm not going to be nice!"

Roman rolled his eyes before I felt a sharp pain in my neck, glaring at the shooter in the corner. My hand reached up and ripped the tranquilizer dart out of my flesh. Two other goons grabbed my arms and handcuffed me.

"You know this day couldn't be more perfect. I finally get to kill Harley Quinn, and I get to kill off one of my rival neighbors. This day has been so sweet." Roman sat down in the leather chair, grabbing the popcorn that was handed to him.

Harley jerked at the rope, looking at me worriedly. I still couldn't move from the dosage of the paralyzer.

"Peel off her face." Roman grinned.

"Wait! Before you kill me, what if I helped you find your missing diamond?? I heard you talking about it earlier." Harley gulped, "I'm really good as finding things. And then after I find your diamond, your boys can get back to killing me. But leave y/n alone and I promise I'll go willingly."

Roman stood in front of her, backhanding her before harshly pulling her face up, "Fine. But if you fuck this up I will put your girlfriend through all the torture chambers until she breaks. Deal?"

Harley glanced at me, "Deal."

"Escort them out." Roman ordered as Harley was untied. She rushed over to me, grabbing my face in her hands. I smiled weakly at her, regaining the feeling in my body as I hobbled out, leaning against her for support.

"You okay pumpkin?" Harley looked me over, trailing her thumb over my bleeding lip. I winced as I held my aching ribs.

"I'll be okay. What about you?"

Harley smirked softly, pecking my lips, "I'll be okay too."

"So much for a relaxing day." I huffed. Harley giggled and that's when I noticed Canary sitting outside Romans place, trying to hide her face so she wouldn't be seen.

"Canary? What the hell are you doing here?"