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

Kahoots

Goin on a mission with the man bat! Do do do do do do dooooo!

"Quiet, Quinn!" The bat grumbles

Wait was that out loud?

"Hey I don't do stealth." I hiss back, "I do BANG! POW! KABOOM-" I'm cut off as a black gloved hand covers up my mouth, muffling the rest of my onomatopeias. Isn't that a funny word? Onomatopeias. O-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-e-i-a-s. Onononononomatopeias.

"Just!" Even through the mask, I can sense how annoyed batsy is at me. But somehow he manages not to lose his cool, "Just remember this is for Ace, right?"

Right. That sobered me up a bit. I stop twirling my bat, putting it firmly on my shoulder. We continue waiting in the darkness side by side, until the shadow of a vehicle slowly creeps towards us. Batsy stays out of sight, but I stride out into the open, twirling my bat casually. The car is as black as its shadow. The window rolls down, and I poke my head in.

"Pickup for one fabulous Harleen Quinzel?" I grin.

"Get in."

I roll my eyes at the command, but do it anyway. I sit down, reflections from my sequined clothes lighting up the dark interior of the car. The wealth is obvious just from a quick glance around the sleek interior. It even has that new car smell. Stupid rich people.

"You know, I heard Deathstroke got a yacht visit." I say with mock seriousness, "I'm kind of jealous I just get met in an alleyway."

"My apologies." Comes the sarcastic reply out of the dark.

"What? I'm not cool enough to join your super secret evil boy band?"

There's an exasperated sigh, "Is there a point to this meeting Quinn?"

"Actually yes!" I say, adjusting my bat in the seat of the car, "Have you heard about my fantastic girlfriend?"

"If you're referring to Ace, yes I've heard the name. Don't tell me you're inviting me to a wedding." He replies dryly.

"Not yet! Actually, she's sort of pumped full of some crazy serum that came out of one of YOUR old labs. So I've got some questions."

He's quiet for a minute. The car passes under a street light, briefly illuminating his sharp face. His dark eyes glance over at me curiously. "A serum? How interesting."

"Not exactly, baldy. Your serum's fucked." I frown, "So what kind of research were you doing Lexy? What kind of serum makes people fly and be strong and also really really sexy huh? Actually, that last part might just be Ace..."

To my surprise, Lex frowns, "I never authorized any project of the sort."

I narrow my eyes at him, and lean closer to study him. I've had a lot of lying clients back in my days working at Arkham. Any sign could give him away. A twitch, deepening of his breath, a flickering of his eyes. But I don't see any of that. It seems like Lex Luther is actually... telling the truth.

"Did you have to authorize every project at LexCorp?" I ask.

"Certainly. And a project such as that... well... it never would have made the cut. It's not like I'm especially fond of metahumans."

"Yeah... so I've heard." I frown, "But this serum came from one of your technology labs. What other explanation is there?"

He purses his lips, and I watch him carefully. His face lights up, then disappears again as we pass under each street light. I can tell he's actually thinking about my question. He almost looks bothered. Of course, he really REALLY hates metahumans, so I'm not exactly surprised.