It was a week since the funeral and I was on the brink of discovering my parents' murderer. Bruce had been reluctantly helping me in figuring out the case.
It was after my last patient of the day, a hypochondriac that self-harmed, had been taken away that I recieved a text.
Kat,
I know who it is.
Meet me at the usual place in 10.
Bruce.
I hopped out of the chair, filed all my notes from the day's sessions, grabbed my coat and jogged out of the building. I had to call a cab but I was used to this after the... well...
Only to see Ace barking at the gate. I paid and got out. Ace soon recognised me and went limp at my feet epecting belly rubs. I couldn't resist, he was just too cute! "Kat! There you are, where've you been?" Yelled Bruce. I almost gave him a piece of my mind but refrained from doing so as I knew he was only doing all this for me.
Inside the Batcave he explained how he cracked the case and when he told me who it was, I lost it. I didn't dare wait for him to suit up, less he try and stop me. This would be impossible but I knew he'd try and I wasn't in the mood to argue with my best friend.
I suited up in my MockingBird skin suit which was pretty much like any mid-night black cat-suit except for a few special little extra functions. I put on my skeletal mask and ran to the Mock-Mobile [lame I know] but Batz had insisted. I drove it as fast as the engine would let me stopping only to hide the bike out of site.
There were four burly guards at the gate of the Steel Mill all standing in the snow "perfect" I snickered. I lowered my hand to the ice and listened to their radio
"Mistah J needs you to keep any pests outa the gate. He won't be very happy if you mess up!" came Harley's annoying nasally voice.
"Y...yess m...maa'am. I...I, w...we only a...asked for s...some jackets it's f...freezing?" came a nervous reply. No reply came though, she'd turned off her mic. "Crazy b*. Must be all nice and cozy in your nice warm steel mill, in the boiler room of all places!"
I snickered, they'd just given me exactly what I needed to find Quinn and exact my revenge on her. I then continued to confuse the guards by sending them false impulses. They soon dropped their weapons sitting on the ground curled up in balls. I might've slipped in their mortal fears while I was at it, I wanted something incommon with my brother.
After paralysing all the guards leading up to Quinn's location I found myself at the door. I didn't only feel her presence, Joker must be in the room to. I tapped into the sound waves in the room and heard the following;
"You need to stop that Harley, I'm not in the mood!"
"But Puddin..."
"No harley!!" Then he mumbled: "I wish I had Kat instead of you!"
She'd heard it though "You what!!!! I devoted my life to you I even warned that stupid girl by killing her parents maybe I should've rather killed her!" Joker's emotions were nearly choking me they were so intense but before a word was uttered through his mouth I burst through the door and crippled Harley Quinn with the equivalent of a cruciatus curse.
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Mocking-Bird
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