Red Hood and Harley

Out of the Woodwork

Damien came home throwing his cowl down on the massive computer in the Batcave. It had taken hours to help the crowded mall of hysteria calm down. Tim has went to the bridge to help people escape cars. It seemed there were no casualties, shockingly. The screen was lighting up on the computer, Babs must've seen his location at the cave. He answered the video call,

"Oracle"

The red head glared at Damien's exhausted face,

"Those clowns knew we were in Blüdhaven! How many people are dead Damien?"

He shook his head,

"Not a single person, they just let off non-lethal venom at the mall and blew up the bridge in the middle of the day. Tim got everyone off the bridge safely. It's like-"

Selina's voice interrupted

"It's like Althea wanted to terrorize the Batclan? Doubtful. She knew Helena was in Blüdhaven, she is screwing with her."

Bruce nodded as the couple appeared in front of the screen,

"I agree, to Althea and Jerome this was a harmless prank. It was meant to upset Helena. Which I'm sure it has. I can send the jet but it's going to be a couple days, Fox took it China. If anything more happens Damien can bring the Batjet but I don't want to be so obvious just yet."

Selina laughed,

"If Althea sees the Batjet go towards Blüdhaven she's going to think this is hysterical. It will become a monthly gag."

Babs rolled her eyes as Dick snickered in the background,

"Just because she's not killing anymore doesn't make her less of a pain in the ass."

Damien nodded in agreement.

Harley and Jason sat at the warehouse with Ace watching the boys unload a shipment of guns and explosives.

"Hello boys! So glad to see you haven't stopped your hard work while we was gone!"

Althea and Jerome waltzed in looking every bit of the psychotic clown couple. Harley did a double take at Jerome's new look. Apparently Althea had talked him into making his face up with hers. Althea skipped over to a crate Fred was opening and squealed,

"I do love rocket launchers!"

The dark black around her eyes matched with her alabaster skin gave her a ghoulish look that made the man uncomfortable. Some of these new recruits had never met Althea or Jerome. Althea's blood red lips split her face into a grin as she picked up the launcher. Fred made a fatal error,

"That is Ms.Quinn's rocket launcher ma'am."

Althea glared at the older man and back at her mother before shrugging with a smirk,

"Well by all means Ms.Quinn I wouldn't want to steal from the boss."

Jerome cackled but quickly silenced when Harley spoke,

"Listen kid, I get the clubs and the crew were ran by you but I took back over. And contrary to what Joker or anyone else may think or thought this is my gang. I helped build it and when you went on your mental health break I kept it going. I will not let ya come in and fuck with it anymore. This is mine. You can run the clubs and boss Lucy and Johnny around I don't care. But this? This is mine. Now Freddi dear there are two rocket launchers. My lovely daughter can have one, then I would prefer Althea if you and Jerome left."

Althea stares in shock and slight rage at her mom before she thought better of that fight and smiled the same fake smile Joker face before someone would die.