Harley Quinn x Reader

Chapter Two.

Her stare was cold and her red jacket was too bright for a place like this. Her briefcase was locked in her grip her heels clacked against the concrete.

"Are you the devil?" Harley asked as she pushed her face into the bars.

"Maybe." The women looked down at the guards that had appeared around your's and Harley's cell.

The head guard sent in two men, one for both of you. One went for Harley and the other went for you Harley put up a fight as the guard tried to grab her, you on the other hand got up from your spot and held out your arms for the cuffs to be locked around your wrists.

"Thanks for cooperating Nervous (Y/N)." You shrug your shoulders.

No point in fighting.

They finally managed to get Harley under control they pulled you out of the cage and took you to a hall way where you and Harley were strapped to wheelchairs.

"We are going to take you to get your trackers." The guard to your left told you.

They wheeled you down a hallway where a couple of doctors had set up tables and medical instruments. You went first the doctor held a needle like device up to your neck you felt a slight pinch as they injected a tracker into your neck.

"Ow." You muttered knowing they wouldn't care for your pain.

They wheeled you further to an opening where three people were strapped to wheelchairs except for the giant reptile who was tied to a table?

"What are they doing?" You whisper to yourself.

They lined you up with the others and not too long after Harley was next to you. A blond soldier was watching you his stance was rigid and you could see the sweat beading at his hairline.

"I'm Flag. I will be your leader your Alpha, no disobeying me villains." He looked at you and frowned.

"Untie them." He gestured to everyone.

A couple of brave guards came and untied the 'villains' you got up and rubbed your neck and then your wrists. Harley spun around and then tugged at her hair. Flag said something to the others but you weren't listening you were to busy staring at your surroundings, the sky was blue and the air was fresh you took in a deep breath and sighed.

"Go get your stuff!" Flag yelled.

You walked over to a box that had your name on it, it was written on white masking tape. Classy. You opened the box and searched around it had your weapons and clothing in it, you pulled out your black leather pants and mesh tank top. You put your clothes on without thinking, you tied your hair up (or messed up your short hair) and put your bandanna around your neck then you slipped you shoes on and smiled you grabbed your gun and checked the magazine enough bullets to last you a while you then grab your bow and quiver you had a decent amount of arrows but you knew you would run out quickly. You grabbed your knuckle buster and slipped it over your leather gloves on your left hand your hand immediately grabbed you knuckle buster slash knife it was your main
weapon you shoved it into the back of your pants so it sat on the small of your back.

Your throwing knives were the last weapon in the box you simply put those into your pocket. You clipped your earrings on and adjusted your belt.

"Nice tattoo." Said a Spanish voice.

You turn around to see a guy that had tattoos covering his face and neck.

"Thanks. I like yours too." You return.

"What does your mean?" You contemplated whether on telling him or not.

"I believe that when I die I will be taken to heaven by my wings. I never did anything bad. I knew the wrong people that was all." You explain.

He nodded once and put a hand onto your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"You've got to believe right?" You agreed.

"I'm The Cursed Witch. Or (Y/N) for short." You held out your hand.

"El Diablo. Or Chato Santana." (Or Lazarus Lane, since that was the comic version.)

He shook your hand and then let go he walked away and you made your way over to Harley seeing such a familiar face was comforting even though that familiar face was strapping a belt around her neck that said: Puddin.

Her outfit was... Revealing. But sexy to say the least she looked amazing even you had to admit you were slightly turned on. You watched as she fixed her 'necklace' she then ran a hand down her chest to the side of her thigh.

"What?" She asked as everyone stared at her.

She could be oblivious sometimes.