Femme Fatale.

Chapter Seven.

Both of you were now out on the street while you were savoring your coffee and Harley held onto her sandwich. "I don't know if it's the stray armineain arm hair or the fact that these cheese slices are always six months out of date, but god, no one makes a sandwich like Sal!"

You scrunch your nose and shook your head. "I'm sorry, what? Did you just say six month old cheese slices?" Harley nodded and started to unwrap her food. "I like to think I have an iron stomach of sorts!" You were so happy that you decided to just go with the coffee.

Just as soon as Harley was about to take a bite, you heard police sirens right in your midst. "Freeze, Gotham PD!" The police officer was pointing a gun at Harley. In this very second. You had a choice to make. Do you run with Harley or do you fess up to the authorities and come clean? The little voice in your head made the choice for you. Run.

Harley took off into the street and you followed right behind her. "Are you fucking kiddding me?" You didn't dare to look back, but you knew that those words came from the officer. After the two of you avoided a car that was about to hit you, Harley piped up. "Wait, why are you running? You know it's me she wants." "More running, less talking." This wasn't exactly the best time to be having a conversation. Everything was becoming a blur of colors as you and Harley continued to sprint down the sidewalk. "Here! This way down the alley!" You were right behind Harley, making sure that you weren't lagging behind. The running steps of the officer became louder, more aggressive. Was she...growling? You didn't even want to know.

Harley suddenly stopped in front of a vendor. You almost tripped over her. "What the hell are you doing, let's go!" "Give me a second Y/N! Do you think this would look cute on me?" She was referencing a purse with colorful sequins covering it. "Your tacky fashion sense is not my concern right now, keep moving!" "Rude!" She grabbed the item in question off of the hook and smiled. "Oh my god Harley, come on!" Having enough, you grabbed her wrist and kept running. You weren't in the mood to get arrested today. That thought was snapped out of your head when all of a sudden, an air conditioner fell in front of the two of you! Before you even had time to process, you were already on the ground, having tripped. "Shit, wrong one!" You looked up to see a woman with gaws on her nose. Harley helped you up. "Who the hell is that?" Harley cocked her head to the side. "I may or may not have...punched her in the nose." "Why would you do that?" "I'll tell you later, let's go!" Before taking off, Harley stuck her tongue out to the woman looking through her open window.

It wasn't very long until another obstacle stood in your way. This time it was a man in a truck that was absolutely furious to see Harley. You knew that whatever Harley did to this guy was really bad because when she saw him, you could hear a nervous gulp come from her. This time, you just raised an eyebrow at her and she mouthed the word later. You nodded in understanding. There was no time to waste. Both of you kept running, refusing to look back.

After a few minutes, the two of you let out a sigh of relief, feeling like you were finally safe. Harley smiled and flung her newly stolen purse on her shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry for what I said back there. Your fashion sense isn't all too bad, I was just panicked." "Thanks Y/N. I humbly accept your apology." As Harley was talking to you, she started to unwrap her sandwich. She looked at it lovingly and said, "Finally!"

You and her took only a handful of happy steps until you two saw a face that was all too familiar. Roman's driver. He was in a wheelchair holding a gun. "Well, I know what you did to this guy." You said through gritted teeth. Harley clicked her tongue and let out a whispered, "Yup."