T R A P P E D 2

19. Guess Who's Back

*~Omniscient~*

"Hiya handsome." Harley smiled, approaching the one man she hadn't seen since the night Joker caught her cheating. She took a seat on his lap, kissing his lips, as she wrapped her left arm around his neck.

"Harley Quinn. Long time, no see dollface. How you been?" He smirked, placing his hands on her thighs. He hadn't seen Harley in months, knowing that she went running back to that clown, but he really didn't care. He was out doing him, making money, and lurking in the shadows; watching and waiting to catch Batman slipping.

"I've been better. I've missed you though."

"I bet you did. What is it that you called me for?" He knew that she didn't call him for a romantic rendezvous, which meant that she wanted something.

"You still the best shooter around, right?" She questioned, knowing the answer to her question.

"Of course." He answered.

"Good, because I need a shooter. There's someone I want to get rid of, and to sweeten the deal...I know how you can catch Batsy slipping and finally get your revenge on him." That information made his ears perk up as he looked up at her, biting down on his bottom lip, as she smirked down at him.

"I'm all ears, baby girl."

"There's this rich bitch that I need to get rid of. You ever heard of Alexandria Wayne?" She asked him.

"I'm familiar with the name, but the real question is...what did that girl ever do to you?" He questioned.

"Is that really important, Floyd?" She knew he wouldn't do it if he knew the real reason, which is why she didn't want to tell him the entire story.

"No, it's really not important, but I'm curious." He placed soft kisses on her arm, looking up at her, as she leaned down and kissed him.

"Can you just trust me on this one? That girl is bad news and the quicker I can get rid of her, the better." She told him. Harley never understood why Alex got under her skin so much, but she knew for a fact that it was because of Joker. He was the only person that linked them two together, so if she couldn't have him...neither could Alex.

"The last time you told me to trust you, I was almost killed by that clown ass boyfriend of yours." He stated, arching an eyebrow at her. That night was still fresh on his mind, and he never could forget that night, no matter how much he wanted to:

Harley was on her back, with her legs wrapped around Floyd's waists, as she dug her nails into his back. She was drunk off some of Joker's disgusting whisky, and all she wanted was the release that she felt building up inside of her.

"Harder!" She begged, as he rammed into her, doing what she asked of him. Tears fell from her eyes, both from the pleasure she was feeling, and the pain she felt when she returned to be with Joker and he hadn't even acknowledged her absence. Only thing he was focused on was killing Batman and taking over Gotham, which was a dream she once had until she gave birth to their daughter. After that...everything changed.

"You like that?" Deadshot grunted, feeling their position change, as Harley flipped them and ended up on top. "Well damn."

"Something you should know about me, handsome. I like to take control." She leaned down and kissed him, feeling him grip her waist, as he bounced her to the speed he wanted her to go. She let out a loud moan, sitting up, as she bounced up and down on him.

Their moans and groans could be heard throughout the house, which filled Joker's ears as soon as he stepped into the house; with Frost and his henchmen right behind him.

"Who the fuck is that?" He growled, turning around and glaring at Frost. He then heard Harley's high pitch laughs and moans, making his eye twitch, as he pulled the gun from his holster. "Naughty, naughty girl." He made his way upstairs, following the moans to his bedroom, as he stopped outside the door and peered inside. There, he saw Harley and an unknown man, having passionate sex in his bed and that sent him over the edge. Harley didn't notice Joker, but Deadshot did and he wasted no time shoving her off of him and rolling out of bed.

"Puddin"! This isn't what it looks like!" Harley squeaked, knowing how stupid she sounded. She grabbed her panties and slid them on, along with one of his button down shirts, before looking up to see a gun in her face.

"You must've forgotten whose house this is, dollface." He snickered. She looked over at Floyd, who was searching for a way out of the mess she got him in, and she refused to let Joker kill him. This was her mess and she was going to have to clean it up, even if that meant that she would be losing her life tonight.

"Forgive me, Puddin'." She snatched his gun from him and shoved him as hard as she could, running towards Floyd, as she started shooting towards Frost and the rest of Joker's henchman. "JUMP!" They both went crashing through the window, sliding down the roof, and falling directly into the pool.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GET ME INTO, QUINN?" He shouted, as soon as they both came up for air. She didn't even get the chance to explain, before the gunshots started to spread, giving them little to no time to escape with their lives.

"Earth to Floyd!" Harley said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He shook his head a little, looking up at her, as she changed positions on his lap; straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "So...will you do this favor for me? I can make it worth your while."

"Tell me...where does Batman come into all of this?"

"We both know that Batman will swoop in and save little miss Alex, which will give you the advantage to take a shot, and we both know you never miss." She smirked.

"I did once." He chuckled, referring to the night he was asked to shoot and kill Harley, only to purposely miss her by a few inches.

"Well...that was by choice, even though I wouldn't have blamed you if you did take that shot. I know you'd do just about anything for your daughter and I admire that." I wish I was the same way, but I'm not. She thought to herself.

"She isn't the only girl in my life that I'd do anything for. I'm in." Her smile widened as she kissed him long and hard, feeling a twinge of guilt for the way she was playing him. She did have feelings for Floyd and wished that things could be different between them, but they couldn't. She loved Joker and she wanted things to work between them, even though she knew it wouldn't happen if Alex was still in the picture. Things in Gotham were about to get a little more...intense.