Femme Fatale.

Chapter Twenty-Two.

Everything around you was blurry and had an echo to it. You were slowly realizing that you were tranquilized.

A strange man with white hair and a silver tooth knelt down next to Harley while he put her arm around his neck. Victor. That was his name. You were fading in and out, but you were still able to hear what he was saying.

"Hm, This is nice. You're still conscious. You can still feel. Look at me, are you a good girl now?" He started to mock Harley. "I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl." After, he showed his bare chest, covered in scars. "I got one for all the little birds I helped fly away from this world. I'm saving a special spot for you two." He then made his way to you.

"You might not know me, but I certainly know you. Roman and I have been keeping a close eye on you. Such a pretty girl." Unfortunately from Harley, you did know who he was. He scrunched your face and kissed your forehead. After, he walked into the bathroom to find Cassandra.

You tried to move your head to Harley the best you could, but it was almost impossible. "Y/N, try to move your body a little." She said in a strained voice. It was like your mind and body were two separate things now. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't move.

"You're a filthy fucking rat." Victor was now holding a gun to Dinah. Harley helped you put a name to the face. She was the woman you saw in the club that very first night on stage, singing, before things got so out of hand.

 "I'm a rat?" "I knew you couldn't be trusted. Roman's little bird. You little fucking bird. That's why he needs me to look out for him." You saw out of the corner of your eye that Harley started to move a little. You tried and you could too! The effect was wearing off little by little. Victor continued on. "That's why he needs me to take care of him." "You know you're just being paranoid, Zsasz." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Prove it to me. Rip open her little tummy." "Yeah, that's not going to happen." "Now! Rip it open!" As soon as he finished yelling, Harley ripped the dart out of her neck. Victor turned around and pointed his gun at her. Your heart stopped. He was about to shoot her and there was nothing you could do. You closed your eyes and waited for the gun to go off, but it never happened. Instead, you opened your eyes to see a dart shoot through his neck from the door. 

It was none other than Helena Bertinelli.