Getting to the penthouse apartment had been no easy feat - for a lesser criminal it would’ve been impossible. She’d been careful not to hurt anyone - protecting her chances of getting help. Where Harley Quinn was motivated, she was unstoppable, and there was no motivation like having most of a broken glass bottle shoved into your abdomen. “Normally, I wouldn’t wanna be injured anywhere near a Wayne, ‘cause I know Bruce is friendly with Commissioner Gordon who’s friendly with Batman. But I can’t fix this one, and Poison Ivy is outta town, and I read the papers. If a Wayne so much as farts in this city everybody’s gotta know.” Harley’s free hand grasped a switchblade loosely, so she used two fingers to pull a piece of newspaper out of her back pocket. As she looked at it just before letting it fall to the floor, she laughed weakly. “Turns out you’re the only doctor in the city I know the home address of who isn’t also a rogue. You might not mind seein’ me dead, either, but I can’t go to a hospital where the Joker’ll find me, so you’re my best shot.” The longer she spoke, the quieter the words became, and the more tired Harley appeared until she was fully leaning against the countertop in an effort to stay on her feet. “If ya help me, I can...protect ya from him...”

❛      ----    i  have  to  do  something  to  help  them  !          ❜

A  tight-lipped  smile  then  when  the  door  opens,  badge  visible  and  features  at  least  attempting  to  showcase  some  form  of  friendliness.  “  Miss  Wayne,  I’m  Special  Agent  Moa  Zhao.  I  gave  you  a  call  earlier today.  Can  I  come  in?  ”

             for once, bruce isn’t going to complain or even try to fix his hair that goes from being perfectly combed over to a mess of dark ruffly waves. in fact, he’s hanging on to maddie longer than expected. only letting go when he hears her next response, blue hues flickering up to his sister. “i did.” speaking in confusion, what does she mean? the texts SHOULD be on her phone, he’s sure they sent. “thank you but i don’t want any gifts--” gently shaking his head, softly smiling for the thought however, although brows are creased a little in concern, “i just missed you.” but happy to have her presence again, nonetheless, despite his worry. having family is the better gift.

         how the hell oliver ended up in gotham of all places was...okay, so maybe it wasn’t that much of a mystery. his parents died. the military screwed him with nightmares and scars. he was...over it. to wind up in gotham though? not really on the plan. but lots of crazy shit seemed to happen there and for a guy with a bit of a danger kink and the ability to actually do his job that was all fine and well. his sisters didn’t agree but that’s why they still lived in london, wasn’t it? what he didn’t care for were the fundraisers he was sucked into. he remembered them from when he was a boy. his parents weren’t exactly wayne rich, but close enough that was roped into those things more often than not. this time it was on the behalf of the police department. he couldn’t say no. he wasn’t allowed to. he tried. the night had been boring and like any good scot he found liquor to be his saving grace. downing it in one fell swoop. “don’t tell.” he said, a soft smile on his lips. “i’ll share.” 

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dick scrambled for the frames, huffing when he finally realized he wasn’t going to get them back.  “ ...you don’t know that ! ”  great counter, grayson, just brilliant.  he still refused to make eye contact even though maddie was basically blocking his entire view.  “ he could be one of those weirdos that seem nice and are nefarious behind closed doors.  what if he’s planning on you being his next victim ?  nope, can’t let that happen.  alfred’d be upset.”