Femme Fatale.

Chapter Eighteen.

It was later in the night. At this point, Harley and Cassandra finally told you what was going on. About the diamond, Roman's rage, and how essentially, they were on the run and couldn't trust anyone. Let's just say that your head was spinning! But you were thankful that you understood the full story and were no longer being kept in the dark.

You were relaxing on your phone while Harley was painting Cassandra's nails. "And that's why you should never partake in paying federal income taxes." You couldn't help but laugh listening to their conversation. "Kid, for the love of god, PLEASE pay your federal income taxes." Cassandra turned to look at you and smiled. "Eh, I'll think about it."

Cassandra turned back to Harley and attempted to open a milk carton. "Hey, you'll ruin your nails!" Harley took the carton and opened it for her. "Thank you." "Anyway, lesson 37. Why--" All of a sudden, there was a loud knock at the door that made you jump.

"You said they wouldn't find us." "Chillax. No one knows we're here." You all stayed quiet. "Harleen Quinzel, this is the Gotham Police." "Okay. So they know, let's scram!" All three of you shot up as Harley began to grab a couple of personal belongings. "Open the door!" "Holy backdoor beavy, this is getting outta hand. Bruce, Come here!" "I can hear you! Open the door." You could feel yourself beginning to sweat. You'll be damned if you spend the rest of your life in prison.

Harley began to open the window, but soon stopped when all of you saw a man with something on fire, intending to shoot it right through the window. "What is that?" Cassandra asked. "I don't have the slightest fucking clue." You admitted. "See you in hell, Harley!" "Get under the table!" The three of you wasted no time to get under there. The weapon in question flew through the window, causing a massive explosion. "Bruce? Bruce! Come here! No!" Everything in the path of the fireball was completely obliterated. After a few seconds, Harley got out from under the table. "Bruce?" You could hear the sadness in her voice and it completely broke your heart. "Come here boy, Bruce? Bruce?!" Cassandra followed next with the beaver in her arms. "This doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense. I don't understand. No one knew we were here. No one knew we were here, except Doc. Oh my god, Doc?" Harley bolted out of the store with you and Cassandra closely following behind her.

"Doc? Where is he? Doc?! I can't find Bruce. I can't find him. I..." You were all greeted with the sight of Doc packing his belongings in the back of a van. "No." "I'm sorry, Lotus flower." "You sold me out?" There were now tears making their way down Harley's face. "Too many people offering me too much money. I have enough now to open up a new restaurant. A really nice one." "But, Doc, it's me." "It's just business." 

With that, Doc turned around, closed the trunk to his van and drove away, not even bothering to give Harley a proper goodbye. "You're right." 

"Harley?" You and Cassandra said in unison. "He's right. Business is business."