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Jim, fam, Harvey, and Alfred pulled up to the boardwalk circus entrance and watched as cult members fired guns into the air and people screamed.  They were herding people like cattle into the tent.  

"Where the hell is our backup?"  Jim asked worried. 

"Still 10 minutes out.  Most were waylaid by another riot on the west side,"  Adam said.  

"Yeah but we can't wait, mate,"  Alfred said from the backseat with Adam.  

"So we go in, find Bruce, get him to safety, and we go after Jerome,"  Jim told the other three. 

"Ready?"  He asked.  

"Not really,"  Harvey said as they all exited the car.

And into hell they went. 

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"You ready Harley?"  Jerome called to her as she sat at the vanity staring at herself.  She started at her scars, at her makeup, her hair.  Her outfit Jerome found just for her....it was what he wanted, he wanted to go all the way.  

Her makeup was red lipstick with red eyeshadow.  Her hair in pigtails with red on both ends, and Jerome had one of his men tattoo a diamond symbol on her cheek.  It was still stinging and red, but it looked nice in her.  

"Sure,"  she mumbled standing from the chair.  Jerome walked in the room she was seated in, and looked at his choice of outfit.  

Cherry red horse riding boots, with fishnets and a white mini skirt.  A white strapless shirt that resembled a bodice, and a miniature ring leaders jacket, similar to his.  She had a little top hat too, but it was sitting on the vanity. 

"What's wrong, doll?"  He asked.  She  didn't answer, just staring at her hands.  

"I don't know,"  Harley admitted.  She didn't know.  Ever since Jerome came back, he's been different, she'd been different.  She wasn't as young anymore, she didn't have that infinite, cloud, feeling anymore.  She didn't feel as free.  She felt...

Burdened.  

"Your a clever one Harley, you don't ever just don't know,"  he said looking at her.  She raised her head to look at him.  His outfit resembled hers, but with black boots and pants.  

"Ever since I woke up J, I don't feel as crazy anymore, like it's fading away and I can't catch up to rebuilding,"  she admitted holding herself looking down.  

"Ohhhh Harley...Harley I know just the thing that will fix you up!"  Jerome said excited.  Harley's face lit up as she waited for him to tell her.  

Jerome took off his top hat and pulled out two items.  A real red rose, and a chocolate one.  The one he gave her the night before he was killed.  She smiled wide and took the gifts when he offered them to her.  

"After our show doll, you and I are really gonna have fun!  Killing sprees, revenge, just having fun, and the best part is....wait...you tell me, what's the best part Harley??"  Jerome asked.  He grabbed her round the waist and spun her, pulling her to his chest. 

"The best part is you and I will rule Gotham.  We will be the king and Queen,"  he whispered as Harley stared into his eyes.  They were dark and shadowed, she looked away slightly shaken.  He wasn't the same.  

"When we are done with this, I really do know a way to fix you up!"  He growled releasing her roughly.  

"I don't see that spark like before, the blind craziness...."  he muttered.  But his face and personality flipped like a light, his smile coming back and chipper personally returning.