harley quinn:she's got the whole city in her hands

grand opening

When it started people tiptoed around the nightclub trying not to ruin its shiny new look, but by 10 o clock The lights swung around the room shinning on hundreds of bodies, drinking men, dancing women, and singing bands. Sirens night club was banking in money from every one in Gotham. Every one with a social status came, every one including PENGUIN!  The chubby mobster walked out onto the stage and began to shoot at the ceiling. Every one screamed. "Where's the one in charge around here?" Penguin yelled. Harley walked out of the shadows, the click clack of her heels filled the silent room. When harley  reached the neon light there was a large grin on her face and her diamond patterned dress glistened in the light, she walked up to penguin and stomped on his toe with her heel. "BLOODY HELL!!!" penguin yelled. He aggressively pulled out a gun and pointed it at harley's nose, "You know why I'm here?" The small man asked, "I'm here because you decided to trash my night club, and that's exactly what I plan to do to you." Tons of men came into the already crowded room and began to place bombs on the walls. Harley turned around "Oh, you gonna pay for this." Harley punched the penguin in the face causing his long pointy nose to gush blood, grabbing his satin shirt harley slid the penguin across the floor and one of her goons kicked him right in the face. Penguins thugs began to turn on the bombs, all of harley's goons looked at harley for instruction, harley looked up with a wide grin "SICK 'EM!" with that every one began beating on eachother until the only ones standing were harley and her party people. Harley started toward penguin this time not looking so happy. She kicked him right in the gut and grabbed him by his pudgy face. "Ya stay outta my turf, ya can't hang around MY block got it?!?" Penguin nodded in fear as harley dragged him across the floor and kicked him down the stairs. Harley walked down nonchalantly and picked up his umbrella and beat him with it. Penguin was on the floor in a puddle of his own tears and blood, harley looked at him sternly, "You gimme 50 percent of all the money you get from every night club and drug deal or yer  head'll hang right next ta mistah j's!!!" Penguin looked up at harley and through his bloody tears agreed.