My Best Friend Harley Quinn

Two

I wake up as the upper half of my body flings forward. My eyes open and I see the Joker's goons sitting around me. My hands are tied behind my back. I look around and begin to realize we are in some sort of vehicle.

"Dumb ass, why didn't ya stop sooner?" The goon in the passenger seat asks the driver.

"Screw off, how was I to know the boss was gonna stop so fast." The driver growls.

"Maybe ya should be a mind reader." The passenger growls back.

"I'm no freak, not like her." The driver jabs his thumb back to me.

Ouch.

I'm not even a freak. I just have a high IQ and was flexible. These goons just assume I have super powers because I could handle myself well out there. I could kick their asses on seconds.

Well, could have.

Now I'm a mess of scars and malnutrition.

I'm lucky if I could kick a mouse's ass.

"Whatever." The passenger responds. He breathes through his mask. I notice everyone his wearing a mask of some kind. I don't know what the masks are made of but they are all the same color but with different eye holes and smiles painted on. They must be clown masks, they're just some what hard to see in the dark.

I'm sitting on the floor of the vehicle. There are two rows of goons, one on either side of me. Some of them whisper to each other, well most of them do, except one. He sits there quietly, not saying a word. He seems to be staring straight down at the gun in his hand. He's the closest to me.

I scoot a little closer to him.

"Excuse me." I whisper. He looks up in surprise, his eyes are blue, his skin is a yellowish pale. He doesn't look mean or stupid, he looks out of place.

"I'm not allowed to talk to you." He says. His voice is even and not scared.

"Because I'll talk my way out of these ropes? No, I'm too tired, I'm just wondering if you had water or if you could tell me where we are heading?"

He looks at me for a second, unsure of how he should respond.

"I only have clearance to give you water." He whispers.

Bingo.

"ARGUS huh?" I whisper. He blinks.

"How did you know?" He asks. I smile gently.

"Clearance? I highly doubt one of those goons would know what that even means, more than likely would think you're talking about clearance clothing." I smile and shift closer to him.

"Oh, I guess I did screw up there." He shakes his head and reaches to grab a water. He opens it up and helps me drink it. I feel the semi-cold water hit my tongue and throat. After a couple swallows he screws the cap back on and puts it back.

"Thank you, I don't remember the last time I had clean water to drink." I sigh.

"He treated you like a piece of shit didn't he?" He points with his head up to the front. The Joker's car must be in front of us.

"I double crossed him, I guess I could've had worse." I shrug.

"Worse than being starved and beaten and tortured?"

"Does ARGUS do any better?" I laugh. He looks away. "Sorry, I'm sure it's not like this, at least it's for a reason with them."

"It's better, ive seen it. But you're not an enemy, you led us to Quinn."