When Jerome Meets Harley

Chapter 7

"Team? Aren't I just your hostage? Or slave?" I huffed.

''Why not all of the above!?'' He cackled.

I looked around at the old musty warehouse. ''Why are we here?'' I asked, scrunching up my nose.

He brushed off some dirt of an old rusted chair and gestured for me to sit. ''No thanks, I don't want to get a disease.'' I said.

He laughed darkly and dragged me over to the chair and pushed me down. ''I wasn't asking, sweetheart.'' He said, laughing again.

I folded my arms over my chest. ''You didn't answer my question.'' I pointed out.

''This is a hideout, doll. Sorry it's not a four star mansion, but this will have to do. Well for now, at least.'' He explained.

''Why are we hiding? Don't you like your presence being known? Wasn't that the point of the charity thing gone wrong?'' I asked.

He looked through the musty stuff, searching for something. ''It's all about the timing, dollface. And now is not the time, not yet.'' He said. ''I have something big planned for Gotham and believe me, it's worth the wait.''

''What are you looking for?'' I asked as he threw stuff everywhere.

''Some rope,'' He answered, still looking. ''Ah!'' He exclaimed.

''Rope? What do ya need rope for?'' I asked, dumbfounded.

He smirked. ''Well, to tie you up, of course.'' He answered, then casually made his way over to me and tied me down.

''Wait, what? Why?'' I asked, confused.

He laughed and looked up at me, he crossed his arms and rested his chin on my legs. ''Well, I can't have you running off, now can I?'' He said.

I struggled against the tight and probably unsanitary ropes. ''Or what? You'll kill me?'' I dared.

He leaned close to my face. ''Don't think I won't just because you're cute.'' He said.

I know I shouldn't have,  but I blushed. It's not everyday I get complimented. Granted, it's also not everyday I get kidnapped by a psychopath, but beggars can't be choosers.

He began to walk out the door. ''Wait! Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!'' I yelled.

''Calm down, I'll be back.'' He said, whistling while he walked out.

Calm down? He expects me to calm down? I'm stuck in an old musty warehouse which is located who knows where, tied up by a deranged psychopath who I may or may not be having weird feelings for. Sure, I'll remain calm. Now I'm wishing I had some strength to get out of these ropes or a cell phone. But even if I did have a phone, I wouldn't call the cops, no way. My conflicting feelings wouldn't let me. I could always call Kitty but I don't even think she has a phone. Why am I even trying to get this all figured out? There is no phone here, no way I can even get out, and no way for anyone to find me. Not to mention, the only way I could get out of here is if Jerome lets me or if he kills me and I come out in a bodybag. Gosh Harls, what did you get yourself into?