The girls of Gotham (Book 2)

Chapter 3

It was about 3 in the morning when we finally reached our house. Ivy didn't seem as nervy. It was sweet thinking that we were her only friends, but somehow I think it was sort of stupid of me and Harley to have trusted her so soon. I trust her, but it was very unusual for me to do this and I don't know why I do. I could feel Harley didn't quite trust her, which put me at ease because at least I know one of us is alert and ready for anything.
Once we had showed Ivy around, it seemed like she felt she's known us forever. Her attitude has changed dramatically, she doesn't come across as normal anymore, she had a classier tone to her voice and she sounded somewhat dangerous.
"I feel so much better now I've got some friends, darlings," She said dramatically.
"I can see," I laugh.
"Well, I must leave for home, my plants will be missing me," She whispered, the same tone as before. She led herself out, waving lightly at us before closing the door behind her.
"What the flying fuck?" Harley murmured.
"When will we see her again?" I turn to Harley.
"Beats me. I'm off to rob a jewelry store, but I'm making sure your asleep first. I can't be bothered to tag you along," She sighed.
"I don't want to sleep yet though, you might wanna wait a while," I tell her.
Harley gives me a devious look.
"I want to sleep, my head hurts again. And thats also keeping me awake," I add.
"I'll get you to sleep within ten seconds if you think you can handle losing a couple of memories," She replies.
I fill with dread.
"You're not going to knock me out are you?"
"Not by hitting you, no," She said, taking out my ponytail. She rearranged my hair on that side while she told me about the jewels she was getting us both.
"How then?" I whispered. She blinked at me and lifted me up. She took me into our room and then told me she was going to get whatever she was using to help me sleep. I changed into something more comfortable. and took out my coloured contacts and removed my makeup. I stood in the middle of the room, shivering from chills, waiting for Harley to come back. After a few minutes, she did. She was holding a blue bottle and a filthy blood covered rag.
"Is that...?" I gestured, pointing at the bottle.
"Mm," Harley breathed. She took my hand and led me over to my bed. she sat on it and I went and sat in front of her. She undid the lid and poured some onto the rag. she put it down as she put the lid back onto the bottle.
"You know what I'm doing, right?"
I nod, not feeling any fear, but somehow I feel I'm showing it.
"I've never done this to you, and this has never happened to you either, has it?" She says quietly.
"That's right," I try to say confidently, but my voice wobbles.
"Lets do it!" We both say. I lean back and rest my head on her shoulder, trying to focus on the noises my head were playing to me.
"Count to ten for me," She said, putting her head against mine.
I started counting, as Harley put the rag closer and closer, I got to about seven, I think, or was it six? And it was all I could remember.

When I woke up, it was still dark, but I could see the sun starting to come up. Harley had pulled the duvet right up to my neck so I kicked it right to the other side of the room and got up. Surely Harley wasn't still out. She must have came home by now, but it was dead quiet in the house and I could for once in a long time only hear my breathing. I searched all around the house, but I couldn't find her. I was wondering if I should leave to go and look for her, but I decided I would give her a few minutes.
"Bored now," I say to myself. I hide my pink revolver that was lying on the stairs around the lining of my jeans and set off out. I figured Harley was only robbing the one around the corner, as the nearest one was quite some time away and I knew she wouldn't have been bothered to go all the way to that one.
Almost halfway there, I walked past a big bush and I heard a woman lowering her voice, almost sounding threatened and threatening at the same time. It was too low pitched to even come close to Harley, infact, it sounded a tiny bit like Ivy. I decided to go in and be nosy. I only just saw a blonde woman on the floor. My imediate thought was Harley. I charged into the bush, nearly screaming at the woman on the floor. I looked at the woman and noticed, thank god, it wasn't Harley. "You know this woman, kid?" I hear the voice speak. I turn around to see probably a woman, dressed in an all black cat suit. I pull out my gun and begin to cry, if that wasn't Harley, where was she?
"Oh, Jesus fuck! Right, ok then. This is not the weirdest thing I've ever seen a child do. Nice gun, where'd you get it, Disneyland?" She says.
"Fuck off. Where's Harley?" I demand.
"Harley? Who's Harley? As in Harley Qui- SHIT ITS YOU!" She says, realising.
"You dont fucking work for Batman do you?" I say, panicked.
"Ha! No! What do they teach you in school these days? Do you think bats and cats are friends? And anyway what would you do if I was?" She said with a blank expression on her face.
"Bang!" I say, pretending to shoot her.
"You really are as nutty as they make out. But you've changed alot. Are you sure your Harley Quinn's kid?"
"I'm her best mate, She ain't my mum, god knows what she's up to now, And I ain't a kid. I'm nearly not even a teenager anymore so," I gloat.
"Where did you last see doctor Quinnie anyway?" she sneered.
"Jerk. I don't know, she put me under chloroform while she went out to rob a jewelry store. Haven't seen her since. By the way, who's that?" I ask, pointing to the body.
"My sister. Anyway, irrelevant. Let's go and find this doctor that looks after you,"
I sigh but I let her follow me, if this was the only way to get Harley back, I'll do it.