“Maintenance.. Storage… Office! Down the hall to the right!” Harley said gleefully reading the sign on the wall.
She ran towards her destination, but stopped at the door when she heard the intercom.
“Leave your hammer at the door dollface. Or Lawton here gets it.” Joker snarled over the microphone. Complying and putting down her weapon, Quinn cautiously entered.
Deathstroke had been waiting behind the door and grabbed her by the arms, forcing them behind her back.
“Well well, look who came crawling back to Mr. J.” Joker taunted as he held a gun to Deadshots head. “Couldn't stay away Harl?” She spit in his direction.
“I came for HIM. Not you.” She said in a hostile voice. “That's a shame. Nothing worse than a dog that's outlived its use.”
“Wilson, take her into the hall and finish her. I don't care how you do it.” Slade nodded and shoved her out the door.
“I like a fair fight. Pick up your mallet.” He demanded, pushing Harley away from him.
“You're gonna pay for this you traitor!’ She said as she delivered a roundhouse to his head.
He fell to the ground, not expecting her to play dirty. She picked up the mallet and prepared to bash his head in when Joker cocked his gun. “Not so fast babe.”
“We do this MY WAY now.”