Harley leaned back against the sleek leather sofa in their penthouse, the soft glow of the city lights casting long shadows across the room. The drive lay on the coffee table in front of her, and she couldn't help but smile at it. It was the key to their future—well, at least the key to all the chaos they were going to unleash.
Joker hadn't said much since they got back, but she could feel the tension in the air. She knew he was calculating something in that twisted brain of his, deciding how best to make things go boom.
Finally, she picked up the drive and twirled it between her fingers, getting his attention.
"Hey, puddin'," she cooed, her voice light and playful, "I got something I think you'll find interesting."
Joker didn't look up at first, still fiddling with something on his desk, but he couldn't ignore her for long. He finally glanced over, his wild eyes gleaming.
"Well, what's that?" he asked, a devilish grin creeping onto his lips.
She held the drive out in front of him, watching his expression shift from curiosity to amusement.
"This," Harley said, "is our ticket to bringing Gotham to its knees. I've got everything on here—the dirt on Roman, the Birds of Prey, and every little hidden secret in this godforsaken city. All the juicy stuff." She paused for a dramatic effect. "We're going to use it all, puddin'."
Joker's grin stretched even wider. "I like the sound of that," he purred, eyeing the drive with a gleam in his eyes.
Just as Harley leaned forward to finish explaining her grand plan, there was a sharp knock at the door. Her smile faded into an exaggerated pout.
"Who the hell could that be?" she muttered, setting the drive down and pushing herself up from the couch.
Joker remained seated, spinning a knife like a top on his knee, unfazed.
Harley swiftly walked to the door, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She peeked through the peephole, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. She swung the door open, revealing Roman Sionis standing in the hallway, looking as smug as ever.
"Well, well, well…" Harley cooed, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smile. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Black Mask?"
Roman's jaw tightened, his expression darkening as he stepped into the apartment without waiting for an invitation.
"You know why I'm here, Quinn," he said, his voice low and threatening. "I want the drive."
Harley arched an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Oh, come on, Roman. You know I can't just give it to you like that." She stepped aside, allowing him to enter fully as she closed the door behind him.
Roman turned to face her, crossing his arms. "You don't have much of a choice, Harley. If you want to keep that pretty head of yours on your shoulders, you'll give me what I want."
"Oh, sweetie, don't threaten me with a good time," Harley teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've got other plans, and they don't include you."
Roman's eyes narrowed. "And what, exactly, do you think you're going to do with it? You really think anyone is going to help you? The Joker left you, no one wants you now!"
Harley's smile widened as she casually glanced toward the back of the room. "Oh, I think you'll find that my help never left my side. You just didn't notice."
"Harley I'm done with your games. Give me the drive." He scowled as he threw his hand out infront of her.
"What, this drive?" Joker asked, twirling it between his fingers like a toy. He grinned wide, his voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, Roman, why so serious? It's just a little something we picked up. Nothing special."
Roman's expression faltered as he processed the situation. His eyes flickered between Joker and Harley, and then he frowned, clearly confused. "Wait a minute… Didn't you two break up?" he asked, his voice filled with incredulity.
Harley crossed her arms, smirking. "Oh, Roman. You should know better than that. I'm never leaving my puddin'!" She threw her hand into his, who wrapped his fingers around hers. "I just needed to throw Batsy off my trail, you know? And you, well… you gave me the perfect reason to lie and manipulate those birdies into helping me."
Roman's face turned red with rage. "You lied to me? You used me, Harley?"
Harley shrugged, unaffected. "I never said I was a saint, did I?" She gave him a wicked grin. "Now, you can leave, or we can have some fun. Your choice, sweetheart."
Roman's anger flared, and for a moment, it seemed like he might try to fight his way to the drive. But Joker had already stepped forward, his playful expression turning dark.
"Roman, Roman, Roman…" Joker drawled, his tone turning dangerously sweet. "Weren't you taught you should never try to steal from your superiors?"
Before Roman could react, Joker whipped out his purple and gold plated gun from his holster and shot the window behind him. The next thing Roman knew, Joker was casually tossing him out the penthouse window with a wicked laugh.
"No hard feelings, right?" Joker sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm as Roman plummeted 102 floors to the street below. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the apartment as Joker slid the gun back into its holster.
Harley clapped her hands, delighted by the display. "That was fun! Now, where were we? Oh, right—the drive."
Joker turned to her, a gleam in his eye. "It's just the beginning, darling."
And with that, the couple shared a dark laugh, the city of Gotham oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold once again.
As the night wore on, the gleam of the drive caught Harley's eye. She couldn't help but think of all the fun she and Joker were going to have. With Black Mask out of the picture and Gotham's underworld at their feet, there was no telling what they'd do next. The city was about to burn, and they were the match that would set it ablaze.