Multi Fandom Crossover Oneshots

Somethin' a little different

Warning!: read at your own risk. This one kinda sucks and I don't like how I portrayed any of the characters, but you can read it if you want two. Don't say I didn't warn ya'

Ok, so, I just watched Harley Quinn: Birds of prey the other day, so I'm trying something a little different. It has no PJO in it (which is what is different about it) because I had no idea where I could fit it in and three fandoms seemed a little much for this oneshot, and I'm also changing up the ending a little. Cass is not Harleys apprentice and Harley stole the car on her own. Cass goes to New York to get away from Gotham and all the people who wanted to gut her and Harley kinda attempts to start a new life but she's batshit crazy so it might be a little harder than she thought. She also has a teaching degree for plot convenience and Cassandra is like 17. Also, nobody knows that Harley Quinn is Harleen Quinzel because, once again, plot convenience.

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Life was going good for Cassandra Cain. She was still in contact with the birds of prey, and she had gotten out of Gotham. Now in New York, she tried to be as normal as possible, and that meant school. She lived in an orphanage down the road (I was confused about what was up with her parents so we're just going to go with this) and she had given up on pick pocketing. Kind of. What could she say, old habits die hard. She was currently 17 and in her junior year, and life was going good. She had made some friends, a certain Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, and Michelle Jones. Just other normal high school students. Until her teacher had a heart attack.

So ya, that wasn't completely normal, but whatever. The teacher was a bitch anyway. Today was Monday, and the whole class was exited to see who the new teacher would be. Cass was conversing with Peter and Ned, MJ off to the side, silently reading her book. Everyone was so immersed in their conversations, that they didn't notice the pail blond adult walk through the door and to the head of the classroom. Until a piercing whistle got them all to shut up and look to where the terrible sound had come from. The woman's bright red lips curved up a little. She clasped her hands together and gasped.

"Great! Now that I have your attention, lets get some things straight."

Cass gave a confused look towards the teacher. She had changed over the year, sure, she wore more appropriate cloths for teaching at a school, her tattoos had been covered up with makeup, and her hair was down though the bottom parts were still blue and red, but Cass could recognize that smile anywhere. Before the teacher could continue, Cass butted in.

"Herley?" She questioned. The woman's eyes shot to where her name had been spoken, and suddenly her eyes brightened.

"Kid!" She exclaimed and rushed over. "Last time I saw you, you were drinking margaritas with the dorky little do gooders!" Cass groans.

"And to think I was going to have a normal year. Now let me ask you a question. What they fuck are you doing getting a teaching job!"

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The year had been good so far. Turns out, Harley could actually teach a class, and aside from a couple instances where her crazy side showed a little to much, having Harley as a teacher had been fun for most of the kids. Though they called her Ms. Quinzel.

Until one day, four months after she had become a teacher at Midtown. Men and woman with guns barged into the classrooms, and over the intercom a person who was definitely not their principle spoke.

"Everyone report to the gym. If you do not comply and go willingly, we will have to use force." Of coarse, everyone went willingly. But two people were already forming plans in their heads. On their way to the gym, Harley managed to slip away. She hadn't completey thought this through, but she couldn't just do nothing. So she decided to do something instead, which is often not the best when it comes to Harley Quinn.

Peter's POV

I wasn't sure what was happening, but when you are being lead through the halls of your school at gunpoint, I was sure as hell it wasn't good. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ms. Quinzel slip away silently. Something always seemed off about her, but my spidey-sense never alerted her of being a danger to me, so I passed it off as nothing.

Soon enough, we got to the gym. There were three men and two woman on the stage, but another three men came up with three other woman with duck tape over their mouths and their hands tied behind their backs with rope. The woman where forced to the ground, and I heard a gasp from beside me. I turned to see Cass with tears welling up in her eyes. I took her hand and rubbed it with my own silently before dropping it. She looked grateful at my reassurance.

We were all forced onto the ground, our hands behind out heads, and I resolved to see what these people wanted before attacking. The person who seemed to be the leader came to the edge of the stage.

"Hello, little children." He smiled menacingly. "I would tell you who I am, but there is really no point to that. So I will get straight to the point. A little birdie told me that someone who I want has entered this building every week day for the past four months. Her name is Harley Quinn. So, come out come out wherever you are. because we don't want your precocious little friends to die, now do we." He fake pouted. Muffled screams came from the three woman, who were struggling with their bonds, but getting nowhere. When no one answered him, he scowled. "Give me Harley Quinn." He growled. He took out a gun and pointed it at the first womans head. She had brown skin and long braids in her hair. She scowled at the man. "You have ten seconds to give me Harley Quinn.

Ten................

Nine..............

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Five.........." By this time, I was adjusting my web shooters.

"Four..............."I was lowering my hands as to not cause any suspicion from sudden movements.

"Three...................." I aimed, ready to strike.

"Two......................" My fingers hovered above the trigger.

"O-" Suddenly, he was cut off by a loud tutting from the back of the room. All head turned to face the woman. Her hair was in pigtails, one died red and the other blue, and she wore a partly see through white top with Harley Quinn on it in black. Underneath that, she wore a bright pink bra and she had on denim booty shorts that were ripped at the bottom with red suspenders hanging off them. She had a tattoo of a heart on her right cheek bone and the word rotten on her jawline. There were multiple chains hanging around her neck and her lips were a deep red. A bat was swung over her shoulder. She walked down one of the rows slowly, swinging the bat like she had all the time in the world.

"Now now fellas, don't want you gettin' hasty." She said with a smile. Suddenly something clicked. That was my teacher over there! When the fuck did she have time to change? She walked up to the stage.

"Thought you'd be a little more than just a pretty face." The gruff voice of the leader said. Ms. Quinzel laughed.

"So you think I'm pretty now?" She questioned. The man growled.

"Detain her." He said to the other men and woman on the stage. Ms. Quinzel pouted.

"Well that's not very nice is it." She said. The man didn't respond as the five people went to grab the woman. She slid out of all of their grasps. "And to think that nobody else wanted me dead" she said with a sigh before turning around and hitting the man behind her with her bat. After that, it was a blur of flips, red, blue, black, Ms. Quinzel's little quips, and the groaning of her opponent as she defeated them. More men and woman joined the frey, but faced the same fate as the people before them. Once finished, Ms. Quinzel went up to the first woman and ripped the duck tape off her mouth. As soon as the tape was off, the woman spoke. 

"I'm surprised you weren't wearing roller skates this time."