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

Chapter Five: Boo

Harley's POV

The Birds' lair hardly felt like a lair at all. At least, not one Harley had been in. She was used to the Joker's creepy, somewhat kinky, place. But the Birds' lair just felt friendly. Banging came from the kitchen from Canary's dinner plans. Huntress was outside attempting to teach Cass how to use a crossbow. Harley could hear their laughter drifting through the open window. There was no fear. No shouting, or glass breaking or threats. Just peace. She sighed.

The only thing disturbing her was y/n. She had still heard nothing. Not a phone call, nothing on the news, just silence. Harley tried not to think the worst. But the grandfather clock in the corner reminded her of y/n's absence with every tick. Harley reached for her bat, intent on smashing the stupid clock.

"Still nothing?" Montoya sat next to Harley on the plush couch.

Harley let go of her bat. She hadn't even noticed Montoya come in. She shook her head.

"I'm sure she's fine." Montoya reassured her, "It hasn't even been 24 hours yet."

Harley nodded, but couldn't bring herself to say anything. What if they were wrong? What if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if.
"SHUT UP!" Harley shouted suddenly.

Montoya jumped back, looking at Harley weirdly.

"Sorry." Harley smiled, "Not you. It's the voices."

"Right." Montoya watched Harley closely, "I'm gonna go help Dinah with dinner. Don't worry yourself to death about y/n. And don't smash anything."

Montoya carefully picked up Harley's bat, taking it with her into the kitchen. Harley frowned, and sank back into the couch. She tapped her foot on the carpet mindlessly, her brain starting to wander. Suddenly her senses sharpened as a cold breeze swept over her shoulder. A chill ran up her spine, and she found herself sitting up stiffly. She looked over her shoulder, but all she saw was the curtains rustling gently. Then she heard the silence. Cass and Huntress weren't laughing anymore.

"Harley."

Harley looked towards the kitchen, expecting to see Dinah or Montoya with dinner ready, but the doorway was empty.

"Harley." The same voice said, sharper this time, and definitely not belonging to one of the Birds. Yet, something about it was familiar.

Harley looked from the doorway, to the window, to the stairs. There was nobody there.

"Harley!" The voice shouted.

Finally, Harley found the source of the voice. The mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, nothing unusual about it. But she knew that's where the voice was coming from. She frowned and stormed towards it. She was right. The Harley in the mirror didn't move. It frowned, fiercer than real Harley's expression.

"What do you want?" Real Harley murmured.

Mirror Harley closed her eyes and smiled. The smile split across her face unnaturally far. Then, the mirror turned black. Suddenly, it flashed brightly again, and the face returned. Instead of Harley, a pale face with yellow eyes and stringy black hair stared back.

"Boo." It whispered.

Harley nearly tripped backwards in her attempt to get away from the familiar face.

"Enchantress. This isn't real." Harley said, "This isn't real. We killed you, you're dead."

A low rumble escaped the figure, "You have a narrow understanding of death."

"What do you want?" Harley asked again.

"Nothing. Just visiting." Enchantress said, "But I might have something you want."

Harley frowned, then it dawned on her, "Y/n."

Enchantress nodded.

"Where is she?" Harley asked in a whisper.

"She's alive." Enchantress said, "But she's as good as dead to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harley demanded.

"Why hasn't she called you?" Enchantress smiled, "Why hasn't she come looking for you? Didn't she say she loved you?"

"She'll come back." Harley insisted, "It hasn't been long since she disappeared."

"Will she? I know her better than you do. I've been in her head." Enchantress hissed, "She loves you, sure, but that's not enough. She's used to a life of danger. Love is second to her sense of duty. She'll keep on finding trouble until it kills her. And it will be your fault, because you couldn't make her stay."

Harley's lip trembled, but she knew her mind, "You're not real. But thanks for the reminder to take my meds."

"Harley?"

Harley turned to see Huntress and Cass in the doorway, looking at her strangely.

"Yeah?" Harley smiled.

"Dinner is ready." Cass raised an eyebrow at Harley.

"What were you looking at?" Huntress asked,

Harley laughed, "Don't you know how mirrors work? I was just looking at myself. I think I've got a stubborn pimple coming up."

She brushed past them and into the dining room for dinner.

Author's Note: Y'all I keep forgetting that I published this book which is why I forget to update.