Get Out Of Gotham / Harley Quinn x Reader / Book Three

Chapter One: Surprisingly, We Didn't Die

Somebody was having a very bad first day of work. Although when that work involves smuggling stolen biochemical substances, you can't really complain. And now the poor little newbie was tied to a chair.

"I'm only going to ask this once." Said a very short, yet somehow, still intimidating woman, "Where were you taking this?"

"I don't know! Please I-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a fist to his jaw.

"We don't really have a good cop bad cop deal here, but if we did, I would be the good cop." The woman leaned forward, "And she would be the bad cop."

She pointed to another figure standing behind her, dressed all in black, holding a crossbow.

"I was just hired to protect the transportation! I don't know anything." The man pleaded.

The woman sighed slowly, and picked up the crowbar leaned against the chair. The man winced.

"We need to wrap this up." A third woman walked in, nodding at the other two, "Something's wrong with Harley and Ace."

The first woman snarled at the man, and then turned to the other women, "What's wrong?"

"Ace's apartment just got blown up." The third woman informed the other two.

"What?" The woman in black turned sharply,

The man interrupted them, "Who are you people?"

The first woman turned back to him, swinging the crowbar in a wide circle, "We're the Birds of Prey. And we'll deal with you later."

That meant lights out for him. He would wake up later. Probably. At least, Montoya hoped so, because he was their only living lead. Montoya, swinger of the crowbar, was an ex cop turned vigilante. She ran a dorky little dogooder gang called The Birds Of Prey along with these other two. The goth looking chick in all black? That's Helena Bertinelli, although she's trying to rebrand herself as Huntress. Let's just say she's had some family drama, but that's a whole other story. Seriously, catch up. And last but not least, we've got Black Canary. Dina Lance. Oh and I guess there's Cass, but she barely counts because she's like ten. Plus, she's currently running for her life, but we're not there yet. The point is, these three badass women are about to go try to be really good friends, and probably fuck some shit up in the process.

"Who did it?" Huntress asked, "Joker?"

"Nope." Canary said, "It looked like government birds."

"Bodies?" Montoya asked,

"Not yet." Canary said, "They may still be alive."

Montoya swung the crowbar over her shoulders, "Then what are we waiting for?"

Y/n's POV

Meanwhile across town...

"This is fine!" I shout over the wind, "This is fine!"

"This is very much not fine!" Cass shouts from above me.

Yeah she's probably right. Barely hanging from a broken, sideways, door frame several stories in the air, with nothing but concrete below is not ideal. Not to mention the fact that the person I loved more than anything is clinging to my other hand.

Wait. Shit. I'm getting ahead of myself. Where did we leave off again? Let's go back like... five minutes.

"Flag?"

Flag's tired voice comes from the other side, "You know, I'm supposed to haul your ass to jail."

"Yeah I know. But I've got a question. I think... you're gonna want to hear this."