Harley Quinn and Nightwing: Unexpected Relationship

Deathstroke

"Slade." Was the first thing Dick said when he woke up that noon.

"We'll get him. It does add up. If he wasn't at Gotham..." Harley said.

"It still adds up." Dick replied.

They went down to the Batcave, Harley has really earned his trust now.

They searched on the computer. The location of Slade Wilson. They looked at Security camera videos from all over Gotham city.

Wayne Tower.

Slade had an eyepatch over his right eye. His hair is always combed to the side and he has a thick mustache surrounding his mouth down to his chin. In business, Slade wears a black tuxedo. But as Deathstroke, he wears his Metal plated leather armor and his mask. The left half painted yellow or gold reveals his only his eye, while the right part is plain black with no opening. The mask covers his whole face except for his eye.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Slade said that night, shaking hands with an entrepreneur.

"You as well, mister Wilson. Your investment is would come in handy due to Bruce Wayne's sudden disappearance."

The entrepreneur had left while Slade relaxed on the office chair.

The windows broke as Harley Quinn and Nightwing barged in.

"Hello, Slade." Nightwing said.

"Let me guess. You think I killed the Batman and the Joker." Slade replied.

"Smart. We know you did it." Nightwing said.

"Why? Nigma told you?" Slade asked.

"You bastard." Nightwing said, enraged and hit his electric arnis onto his chest.

"Look, I respect whoever managed to kill the both of them. But it wasn't me. I'm not that kind of person. If I was, the world would already know who Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson are." Slade replied, rubbing his chest.

"It adds up Slade. You were the only one wise enough to set that bomb, which not even Batman himself could defuse it." Nightwing said, pinning him down.

"You flatter, boy wonder." Slade replied, then kicking him into the air. "Though you are gravely mistaken." Slade said.

"Enough!! Answer me, where were you on the night of November Twenty Eight?" Harley screamed.

"I was on a plane from Star City to Gotham. I reached Gotham in the morning." Slade replied.

"Who's to say it wasn't one of your men who pulled the trigger? You gave the blueprints to the bomb. He just had to assemble it. Give it up, Slade." Nightwing said.

"Look, Why are you really trying to make it look like it was me? Perhaps... the Huntress?" Slade asked.

"Answer my Question, Slade." Nightwing said.

"All my men are stationed in Star City. I went to Gotham for a business trip. If there was some rogue who didobeyed my orders and travelled to Gotham to kill those two, or some jerk trying to frame me, I wouldn't know. Now you answer mine, Boy wonder." Slade said.

"That's none of your business, Slade." Nightwing replied.

"It isn't him. Come on, Let's go." Harley said.

"Go where?" Nightwing asked.

"Back to Arkham." Harley said.

Unknown to them, someone else beat them to Arkham.

"It's... It's you!! You killed the Batman and the Joker!!" The Black Mask said. The dark figure was in a robe, without taking a closer look, you won't know who he or she is.

The gun was fired, it killed the Mask dead. The figure rushed and shot Harvey Dent as well. It kept firing at the inmates at Arkham Asylum. Bane, Falcone, Dr. Freeze, and Oswald Cobblepot. Jonathan Crane was nearly hit, but he survived. Then it walked to The cell of Edward Nigma.

"Riddle me this...

Riddle me that...

I was right, it was you.

You killed the Scary Bat." He chanted.

"Suspect number..." He was shot before he could finish.