Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

My Mama

forgot to upload this here, too used to ao3 lol :P

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Harley showed back up at Arkham in a very different way than she left. Instead of crawling her way through the sewers, she decided that it would be much easier if she just walked through the front door. Strange would take her back. He can't let all of his experiments run around loose on Gotham City.

So, she strolls her way down the street, spacing out and thinking of Jerome and how much she misses him more than anything, but is abruptly brought to a stop at the sight of flashing red and blue police lights. She instinctively ducks down behind some tall grass off to the side of the street. She's put on high alert as she slowly inches her way closer to the 'crime scene' that Arkham Asylum had turned into.

"What the fuck is going on here?" She whispers to herself as she sees through the grass Officer Jim Gordon come through the front gate up to his partner Harvey Bullock. He sticks his hands in his pockets and awkwardly greets him. Bullock wraps his arms around Jim with a hug rather than a handshake. He pulls away and starts talking with haste.

"Jim, what the hell happened?" Bullock asks him with concern in his voice. 'That's what I'm thinking', Harley silently agrees with him and scoffs to herself. "Strange sent some sort of fucking clone of you into the department, it was fucking disturbing. Barbara slapped his face, like off, man. Like he was fucking play-dough!"

"I know, I know, Strange had a lot of monsters in this place. Under the floor the lab seemed to go on forever. Right under our noses. Literally." Gordon sighs and sets his hands on his belt. "We have most of them locked up thank god, but we're missing a bus. And Strange was filling up those buses with his sick experiments, so who knows how many are loose right now."

"Fuckin hell..." Bullock grumbles. "How are psychos like him always pulling shit like this...?"

"Speaking of psycho, I saw no Harley Quinn when I was inside that place. She must still be out there. Might have not even made it back yet. And to be frank, I'm more worried about her than most of those monsters. A lot of them seem too crazy to be coherent. But, she's got the smarts to cause some real damage." Gordon warns Bullock.

"You should've arrested her when you had the chance." Bullock tells Jim under his breath, disappointed Jim didn't.

"She would've never gone quietly—" Jim tries to argue back but is cut off.

"She doesn't have to come quietly! You have your gun, use it next time." Bullock firmly scolds him with anger building. Jim raises his voice to match the aggression.

"She's just a kid for god's sake. She's what, nineteen? Can't even buy alcohol yet." Gordon suddenly becomes protective over her. Bullock leans closer to his partner and hushly argues with him now, hovering over his shoulder.

"Yeah, but she'll snort cocaine just fine. You remember her drug test results when we took her in the first night, right?" Bullock's voice sounds venomous. He wants vengeance more than pacifistic justice.

"You want me to shoot a kid?"

"I want you to shoot a murderer." He corrects Gordon. "Cause that's what she is. Whether her other personality is with her or not." Harley turns away from the scene and sinks into the bush shielding her a bit more. Was Gordon really protecting her because of Blue? Because he knows there's an innocent girl trapped with Red. Red the murderer. The psycho.

Harley closes her eyes at the realization that she's only made it this far, because the so-called leech Blue, has been her shield. No, she's been her hostage. That's the right term for that. This whole thing has been considered an ongoing hostage situation to Gordon.