A world of capes and masks (11-Final)

I was taken into a mass of policemen and women dressed in riot gear and armed with assault rifles, it was a sight to behold, they were not here to arrest some gang members, they were here to fight a war. 

Then it dawned on me, Joker was not just looking to draw Batman away, he was looking to draw away the GCPD too. And seeing those thick bulwarked vests in front of basically APCs I would have done the same thing.

Still, as I melted into the stream, I was being guided towards Jason, he was here to take me home apparently. 

I was shuttled to him, quick and fast. "What about my friends?" I asked the man beside me. 

"They are safe, your brother is here to get you."

From the distance, I could see Jason rhythmically tapping the pavement under his boots. I sighed in relief, if Harley were to attack—and somehow get away from Batman's clutches—she wouldn't be able to harm me with him around. 

'Besides' As I walked, I checked the forager crawling underneath my jacket. 'This should buy time.' 

It was a special surprise for any would-be attackers.

The gun was supported by the forager. Held in place as I walked, I was planning to dump it quietly later.

"Mira–" Jason said as soon as he saw me but was cut off by the sound of the gates opening as Batman walked out with a struggling Harley flailing in his clutches.

And as he approached them, he threw her at the police. They were hardly a few feet from us.

She was beaten and broken. The clown looked like she was going to faint.

I felt a sting of laughter wash over me as I saw the woman who was responsible for everything that had happened today wrangle against the floor, but that deranged smile still etched onto her face ticked me off. She looked content. Fuck? Why do you look so content? Everything has been out of control tonight. One frenetic moment to the next. Waging my life on risky ploys.

And the cause of all this? This clown. Who was bloody smiling? Fucking hell. Still somehow managing some strength from her arms, she withered, trying to get up.

I sighed, letting my clenched fist rest. Who cares about this bitch—my thoughts came to a sudden halt as I felt a hand grip me. My eyes turned towards him as he threw me back. Jason's eyes reflected the face of a mad clown lunging like a wild dog toward me.

Jason moved in the way, trying to interfere, but the wild fucking bitch took a shoulder hit to her face and nabbed me midair, sending us both tossing and turning on the road pavement.

"He he he," Her broken deranged laugh echoing for all to hear, she dragged me up with her, standing in front of a crowd of cops with their guns drawn. A drop of blood dripped onto my face. One arm grasped me. The other pressed a thick needle against my neck.

Her legs were shaking. I didn't know how she was keeping herself upright—neither did I care. As I felt my fingers twitch.

This bitch had caused me so much trouble, yet she still wasn't done. I screamed as the needle invaded my skin. A trickle of blood cascaded down my neck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! I felt the forager grow restless as I did. "Let her go.!" Batman growled as he walked in front of the crowd.

"Do not come near me Batfreak or this girl gets it, capeesh?" Harley snarled at the crowd, which, on Gordon's gesture, slowly lowered their guns, "There? Now let the girl go," He addressed her, venom dripping with each word.

Wasn't Batman the one who threw her near me? Did he not think about the danger? No way, this bastard was Batman. He fucking knew. Something was up. I felt my heart pick up a Waverly gear. 

Did he want me to be dragged in? No way. Batman would not endanger kids. Not without an excellent reason, at least. So what could he get from Harley getting a hostage? She would just escape. Or was his plan just to have her escape?

My eyes drifted to Jason.

He gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed, not toward Harley but towards Batman, even if momentarily. So, this was Batman's plan?

To endanger me? To threaten my survival?

Fuck you.

Fuck your plan.

I grit my teeth as I waited for the right time.

"The moment I do, I am fucked, right? How about this? I let her go after I am—" She couldn't finish her words as my Glock caught her gaze, "Fuc—" 

She couldn't even react as I used the forager's peering eye to aim and pull. Normally I would have missed, but so close? It went through her skull just as a Batarang smashed the gun out of my hand.

For a moment, there was utter silence as we fell together. The police were almost dumbstruck as I commanded the forager to run and hide. I was surely going to be checked.

Just as we crashed, Batman was almost beside us as I kicked the corpse toward him. His eyes were wide and his jaw slightly slackened as he soon glared at me, I cowered but still spat out, "It was self-def—" I only said that much as I pushed my hands to my puffing mouth, pretending that bile had frothed in my mouth and let my hands shake. 

But out of the corner of my eye, I looked at him barely holding back a sneer. 

Yeah, get fucked you orphan son of a bitch. 

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[Sometime Later]

In the Batcave.

"That blew up in your face, didn't it?" Jason scoffed at Batman before adding, "Hard. And look at who gets the consequences—Mira."

Batman sighed in disbelief as he looked at the man dressed in his Red Hood outfit, "She was safe, I had sleeping pellets attached underneath her Jacket, and Tim was ready to follow them as Harley left—I just didn't know she hid a gun."

"The girl is paranoid." Alfred placed down a tea set at the table where Batman was resting.

"I took her in so she wouldn't go down that path." His face reflected on the tea's brown surface, his features twisted in anger and guilt. Bruce took a deep breath before continuing.

"She is a murderer before ten."

"The law doesn't see it that way," Jason commented. 

"It doesn't," Batman admitted. 

"Besides, master Bruce. I believe as much as the city needs Batman. The young miss needs her father." Alfred said, after a moment of silent contemplation Bruce got up and nodded.

"Right. Jason is on patrol. I will go visit her" 

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Editor-Vita.

[A/N: Arc ends here! Give your thoughts guys! What you think can be and should be improved.

By the way, I have exams for the next four months, so only one chapter every week.]