Chase loomed over me as I fought back tears.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Harley. We'll look after you now."
He pulled me to my feet and pushed my hair out of my face.
"Why now?" I asked.
"Falcone's orders. He wants you in his house, sweets. And the baby. After he discovered what you did, he was quite angry. But now his only concern is the baby. He said to bring you, whatever it took, even if it meant killing the others."
"What could he possibly want with the baby?"
"Oh, you don't know?"
There was a commotion downstairs. Glass shattering. It sounded like the table was overturned and there were desperate shouts. Then silence.
Chase leaned over me, trapping me between his arms. The gesture seemed familiar...but from someone else...
"I'll keep that a secret for now. Let the old man tell you himself.
Knock knock knock.
"Open the door, would you?"
"Lorenzo?"
"Hurry it up!"
Chase broke away from me and opened the door, nothing thinking twice. It wasn't Damion. It was Riddler. And behind him, a furious looking Ivy. She threw herself at Chase, tackling him to the ground. Riddler rushed over to me.
"Are you alright? Did he-"
"I'm fine," I lied.
"Don't kill me! I have information, I'm worth more to you alive!"
Ivy was on his back holding his hands behind him.
"You're a sad piece of shit. What kind of information is worth your life?"
"I'm part of the Falcone family, that could be useful to you. I could be a spy or-
"Ha! You don't have what it takes. Besides, who's to say you won't double cross us? You were willing to kill us quick enough."
"No, you can trust me."
"Prove it."
She leapt off him and let him stand.
"How?"
"Tell me a family secret. Something useful, valuable. Something Falcone doesn't want anyone to know."
"Well I... I..."
"He won't tell you a thing," a voice sang. I looked to the door to see a familiar face lurking.
"Catwoman?"
"Oh please, call me Selina," she insisted, entering the room,"now, I say we just kill him now. Bury him and his buddy in the back yard."
"Falcone won't appreciate that," Riddler warned.
"Hmph," Ivy sulked.
"Let's take him back to Falcone. Sort this mess out. He values honesty and would rather not have more blood on his hands, I'm sure. He didn't send you here to kill us. So what was it?" Riddler inquired.
"I can't say."
"Can't or won't?" Ivy snapped.
"Hey, he doesn't want to tell us, that's fine," Selina smiled, "we'll just make it so that he has to tell us."
She approached him slowly, each step deliberate and confident. Her black suit hugged her shapely figure. She was very beautiful.
"We'll squeeze something out of you somehow. Slowly. Painfully. We won't kill you, no. But we'll get you near enough. We'll do it so well that you'll have no choice but to tell us something. Anything to escape the pain, right?" she grinned.
