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If amusement parks were not creepy enough, abandoned ones were even more eerie. Adrenaline racing through her veins, Batgirl followed the pig-tailed woman in hot pursuit, careful to keep aware of her surroundings. Despite her love for cardio, Babs would admit any day that she was not a fan of the chase. If anything, it only put her more on edge as they transitioned through a location that she already knew very little about. Her cape billowed behind her as she sprinted in the direction, trailing the woman and dodging a number of obstacles that seemed to find their way in her determined path. Her target’s manic cackle could be heard echoing around the room, motivating the redhead even more so to pick up speed and close the distance.

Batgirl skid to a complete halt when she the woman’s slender frame had seemed to envelope in complete darkness. She had vanished, causing the redhead to scowl slightly as she stood defensively. After having effectively dodged a series of booby traps that might have maimed her within seconds, she found her senses on overload as she tried to spot the woman she was only recently in hot pursuit of. Had she seriously lost her? The young woman swore silently to herself as she started cautiously around the abandoned amusement park.

One hand hovering over her utility belt, she started cautiously towards one of the only things in the park that seemed to be sparkling with colorful lights. A frown graced the exposed half of her face as she resisted the urge to roll her ice-blue eyes before pushing open the front door, only to be greeted by a wild laugh that caused her to jump. White faces with exaggerated expressions were plastered on the wall – resembling some kind of deranged troupe of clowns that were as equally terrifying as the next.

The redhead considered calling out, though she remained silent and sticking to what she thought was the shadows. Lips pursed together in almost annoyance as she started through the not-so-fun house, it was only a matter of time before she stumbled on a room encased with mirrors. Lovely…

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The thrill of the chase – law enforcements, vigilantes, gangs, whatever chases Harley Quinn, she has an absolute blast being the one on the run. It gives her the opportunity to mix her athleticism with her street smarts, and that’s just what she done here tonight, bringing the one chasing her to a place she’s very familiar with. Not a hint of exhaustion and a wide grin ear-to-ear, Harley was enjoying every second of this.

She had rebounded off of a wall and leaped up to the rafters above the hall of mirrors, watching down from above as Batgirl slipped through it, glancing at her dozens of reflections surrounding her as she tries to make her way through the large maze-like room. Harley is amused, laying down on one of the steel support beams, allowing her leg to swing back and forth. “Aw, Bratgirl, are ya lost?” She lets out an annoying cackle, knowing Batgirl isn’t even close to the exit.

“I’d be gettin’ frustrated if I was you too! Havin’ a buncha ugly girls all around ya!” Her voiced echoed throughout the entire room, making It difficult for Batgirl to figure out just where she is – Harley pushed herself up to her feet, walking around on the support beams, following the movements of her pursuer. She reaches down, gripping onto the beam and swinging down so she lands on the ground below, causing her reflection to appear in the mirrors too.

As she skips around in a circle before making her way to the next set of mirrors, she can hear the footsteps of Batgirl, knowing she’s close, Harley carefully reaches behind her, having a firm grasp on the end of her baseball bat and readying herself just in case. “Come find me, Bratgirl! If ya can!” The pigtail haired woman carefully moved forward, baseball bat in hand, just waiting for the opportunity to strike, hoping the mirrors will be enough of a diversion to get the job done.

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The redheaded heroine was growing quickly impatient with the series of mirrors that surrounded her. Impatience seemed to be one of her biggest downfalls, leading her to make some rather hasty decisions when she was behind the mask. Typical Barbara Gordon was surprisingly rational, greatly differing from the Batgirl persona that she slipped into nightly. Still struggling to unite the two in a more productive way, she resorted to sending her fist flying through one of the mirrors, shattering it as if it would end her humiliation.

Insisting on making her own path, the glass from the mirror not littered the floor. The glistening shards slid across the surface in their fragmented form. Void of emotion as Harley teased her, Batgirl simply attempted to follow the woman’s voice. “I’m not in the mood for games, Harley Quinn.” She said almost sternly, continuing to pursue the path of mirrors and hoping that she was going the right way.

Suddenly, the pale-faced woman made an appearance – or several really. If it were not only her words taunting Batgirl, but now her reflection also surrounded the teenage hero. “I think you are liking this way too much.” For a fun house, it certainly seemed to be absent of such an element for her, though the clown appeared to be having a blast. The redhead attempted to decipher which image actually held the woman and which only held her image. Batgirl reached for three bat-a-rangs, sending them toward three different mirrors and shattering them. With the absence of angles, the mirrors started to lose their effect and eliminate some of the reflections.

“You can’t hide for long.” Batgirl called with a smirk on her lips as she continued to shatter the mirrors and eliminate options.

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The shards of broken mirror scatter across the hard concrete ground at Harley’s feet, causing her to stumble back a little bit, not quite expecting Batgirl to take this approach to the situation at hand. “That’s cheatin’, BRATGIRL!” Another mirror shatters and Harley manages to get out of the way of any flying sharp shards, only four mirrors remaining, she needed to think and she needed to think quickly or this is going to be an issue.

Things are starting to get risky, far too risky. Harley backs up a bit, her mirror reflections still helping to create a diversion – she raises her baseball bat, trying to look at the ground to see if she can find where Batgirl is standing, but it’s far too dark. Harley swings for a random target, but only manages to smash one of the mirrors. Another one down. Three left. “M-Mistah J won’t like this! He loves this room! STOP RUININ’ IT!” Not taking blame for her own actions, Harley stomps her foot down on the ground in frustration, keeping hold of the bat as her eyes dart around, looking for another target.

“Let’s see how lucky ya are this time!” Harley needed to pick another target, there was three mirrors left but four Batgirls. She inhales a deep breath, closing her eyes and lets out a short high-pitched sigh, Harley’s ready to pick her next target. “Eeny meeny miny moe! Catch a brat with a bat, if she squeals…ah, screw it! I never was good at rhymin’!” Harley increases her grip, grinding her teeth together and takes another swing for one of the targets. The baseball bat swings through the air, and then…

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“Cheating? I was unaware there were any rules to begin with.” Batgirl replied, shattering another mirror with a forceful kick. Glass scattered everywhere, littering the floor with colorful shards. It was only a matter of time before all of the mirrors would lie in pieces at her feet and this little game of hide and go seek would come to a quick end. Batgirl had gone against Harley on numerous occasions and she seemed to be fond of stalling with useless tricks and games. The redheaded heroine simply wanted to get down to business.

The little light that the mirrors seemed to reflect also decreased with the destruction of each one, leaving them in a rather dark room. “Oh does he now? For some reason I’m not a bit sorry. Speaking of the devil, where is the Joker?” She could tell by the inflection in the other woman’s voice that she was getting aggravated from the approach that she had taken. “What’s wrong? Don’t like my version of the game?” Batgirl said, shattering another mirror so that there was only a handful left.

This was actually somewhat therapeutic; destroying all of the mirrors without a moment of remorse. There would be no punishment for doing so, unlike if she were to destroy one in an individual’s home. Then again, this did serve as someone’s home – just a certain someone she happened to strongly dislike. It wasn’t until Harley started toward her with a manic chant and a forceful swing of her bat did the redhead stop attempting to move out of the way in order to avoid a painful collision. As she did, our heroine slipped on the shards that scattered across the floor.

The base of the bat collided painfully with her neck, causing the wind to be knocked from it and her breathing to be shallow. She gasped with eyes wide, clutching her throat as she attempted to catch her breath. The redhead stumbled backwards for a moment, one hand still clutching her throat while the other reached toward her utility belt, attempting to send some batarangs in the woman’s direction while she recovered.

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Harley is a bit taken back, almost astonished by her own abilities as she watches the baseball bat collide with the neck of Batgirl – she hits the right target after all, imagine that! She watches as the heroic redhead falls to the ground, a wide smile spreading across Quinn’s lips at the sight, but it isn’t there for long as she notices Batgirl reaching for the utility belt, which always leads to disaster if allowed. “Oh no ya don’t, brat!” She handsprings forward, landing on top of Batgirl and straddling her before she can grasp the batarangs. “Got ya!”

“Say goodnight!” Harley grasps the baseball bat at both ends and raises it up, striking it down as quick as possible onto the forehead of Batgirl, colliding with it and knocking her unconscious. “Oh, Mistah J is going to be so proud of me!” She moves up to her feet, pulling rope out of her outfit, not able to wipe the grin off of her face. Harley leans down, flipping Batgirl onto her stomach and tying her hands behind her back. She sits Batgirl up, wrapping the rope around her body five times; pulling to make sure it’s tight enough so she can’t escape. Harley also takes the opportunity to wrap the rope around the ankles of the heroine.

Clapping her hands together as if she just did something successful, impressed by herself, Harley holds her chin high. “All done! Now I just haf’ta carry her to the room and wait for Mistah J!” She uses her strength to lift Batgirl off of the ground and over her right shoulder. “Geez, ya gotta lose some weight!” Struggling a bit as she carries Batgirl through the mirror maze, pretty much memorizing the path to the end due to how much she’s been through here, they eventually come to the door that leads to the next room.

Harley’s hands being full, one hand holding the baseball bat while the other is gripping onto the costumed hero, she has no choice but to take a step back and throw her leg forward, kicking the door with the rest of her strength, making it fly open with a loud bang. She enters the room, keeping hold of Batgirl and walking to the center of the room. She lowers Batgirl gently onto the ground below, quickly moving across the room with a skip in her step. The obsessed harlequin drags a wooden chair across the room to the middle.

The room is empty, a huge window covers the majority of one side, and the open door from the mirror room is still left open from Harley as she hadn’t bothered to close it. Swinging back and forth on the ceiling is a cheap occasionally flickering light bulb hanging from a cord. The room doesn’t have many defining features other than it looks like an old abandoned gift shop, but the shelves are completely wiped. Dusty, too. In the center of the room is the wooden chair that Harley just dragged across the floor and placed in the middle, she purposely placed it directly below the ceiling light for a cliché effect.

The sidekick of the clown prince of crime heaves as she lifts the unconscious tied up Batgirl onto the uncomfortable sturdy wooden chair, which makes a creaking sound just as her weight comes down on top of it. Harley uses the last of her rope to wrap it around both Batgirl and the chair, just as extra insurance that she won’t be able to move or escape. “That should do it!” Harley says with a hint of pride in her voice, taking a step back. A sight to see, she had managed to knock out and tie up Batgirl…maybe Joker will be proud of her, maybe he won’t even care or maybe he’ll kill Batgirl if he shows up! Oh, the possibilities! “Come on, Brat…wake up!” Harley slaps Batgirl across the face with a bit of force, causing her to stir a little bit…

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Literally gasping for air, Batgirl coughed as she attempted to ignore the throbbing pain radiated from the source of the blow. She swore to herself, frustrated at her own mistake as far as footing was concerned. The redhead was convinced that if she had only avoided slipping on the glass she would not have put herself in such a vulnerable position. Her hand firmly reached for the devices she was so familiar with, only to find Harley Quinn on top of her. The pale woman’s thighs pinned her arms to her sides, causing Batgirl to squirm endlessly under her as she attempted to escape. Batgirl kicked her legs up to wrap them around Harley’s upper half, but missed – distracted as the villainess raised the bat once more.

Batgirl glared and moved to turn her head, still trapped between the woman’s muscular thighs. The last thing she saw was the bat starting toward her face when everything went completely black…

A painful slap caused the redhead to stir, a groan falling from her pink lips as her eyelids fluttered open. “Ahhhhh.” She winced, her head throbbing and blossoming with pain as she rolled her head. She cringed at the light, even the slightest amount in the dim room causing the pain in her head to radiate throughout her skull. Her memory was foggy, but it only took her a matter of moments to lay eyes on the woman before her, beaming as if she had just won a gold medal.

Batgirl went to move, only to find herself tightly rooted to the back of a wooden chair. She scowled and looked up at her captor, almost embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall into such a vulnerable position. She looked down and began to struggle, shimming and jerking in attempt to loosen the tight ropes that restrained her. Her hands roamed the encasing of rope that secured her wrists together behind the chair, fumbling for some sort of knot that she had used to secure her. It didn’t take her long before she found it and attempted to make work of it.

Though her ankles were bound together, she was sure that she could still stand up, direct her weight and fall so that she shattered the chair. It was sturdy and she was sure it would take a great deal of effort to do so, but she needed to wait until she was alone or Harley was distracted – just in case she was to fail. That would help her maneuver out of the tight ropes above and below her chest that restrained her to the chair at least.

Then after if she could only reach her utility belt she would be free….

With a bit of a plan, she looked from her restrained body and back up to Harley Quinn. “What are you up too? This is unusual behavior even for you…” She attempted, hoping the clown might spill. “Whatever you’re planning, you might as well give up now. This isn’t going to keep me for long.” The redhead replied confidently, trying to ignore the pounding of her head.

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Although Harley’s mind tends to drift off from time to time, and she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, she’s wise enough to know that Batgirl is planning some kind of escape. Who wouldn’t be in her position? HOW Batgirl is planning to escape is a different matter entirely, but with her tied up on the wooden chair, all Harley had to do was keep an eye on her. Easier said than done with the kind of absent mind that she has. The “hench-wench” of The Joker rests the baseball bat on her shoulder, cocking her head to the side to allow her pig-tails to dangle as she watches the redheaded heroine.

“Ya know, B-Girl, today is a great day!” Harley reaches forward to the exposed half of Batgirl’s face, pinching her cheek between her index finger and thumb. “Mistah J is going to love this anniversary present! I caught the Bratgirl all by myself! Oh, he’ll be so happy!” Her mind wonders off a bit, but she shakes her head quickly and snaps out of her day dream, making sure Batgirl doesn’t make any funny moves. “And that’s why…” Harley reaches behind her, digging her hand into her pocket and taking hold of something out of Batgirl’s sight. “I can’t let ya get out of my sight!” The woman in make-up tugs out a small pistol, her finger resting on the trigger as she aims it towards the face of her “guest”.

“So no funny business, got it? Good!” Harley keeps the gun held up; she doesn’t really know how long it will be before Joker comes here, but her love for him means she’s willing to wait for a long while. She squints her eyes and lowers her eyebrows, an amusing look of determination on her face. That expression quickly fades as she makes little clicking noises with her tongue, getting gbored already, but she keeps the gun held up, watching her closely. “So uh…what am I suppose’ta talk about to somebody I captured?”

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Batgirl continued to struggle endlessly against her restraints and slowly but surely she noticed the bonds become slightly looser than they had originally started. The redhead was growing a bit tired from the struggling, but it didn’t slow her efforts to get loose whatsoever. As Harley came closer, moving to pinch her cheek Babs jerked her head so that she was no longer being patronized by her captor. She reared her head back and spit at the woman, fully knowing it was a dirty habit but the only way that she could show her spite with her wrists bound tightly behind her back. She wasn’t going to dignify her with a response until Harley Quinn’s plot spilled from her dark lips.

“What?” Batgirl said in almost shock. “You are using me as an anniversary present?” The redhead began to struggle full force now that she had discovered the woman’s intentions. While she was positive that the longer she remained captive, the larger the possibility that she would be presented to the Joker she didn’t think that it would represent such an occasion. “Maybe you should go with a new bowtie instead? I highly doubt that I would make a very good gift.” Batgirl attempted, almost smiling as she managed to undo the tight ropes that bound her wrists. He held onto them, not allowing them to fall to the floor and grab the attention of her captor –especially at the arrival of her gun.

Finding herself face to face with the gun, she eased up on her struggling slightly so that she would not provoke the Joker’s sweet heart into redecorating this particular room with her blood and brains. “Alright, whatever you say. No funny business.” She said calmly, still holding the rope in her recently freed hands. Deep impressions still encircled her sore wrists as she literally forced herself to retain the posture so that Harley wouldn’t notice. “Surely you wouldn’t want to shoot me though. Wouldn’t that ruin the whole present idea?” She asked, sounding almost cocky as she contemplated what to do with the rope. It would be easy to break the chair now that her hands were free, but she needed to find a way to distract Harley first – something told her this wasn’t going to be as easy.

The woman seemed determine to keep her restrained until she was ready to present her to the Clown Prince of Chaos himself. “I don’t know. Usually when I capture someone I don’t let them talk.” She attempted to shrug, though the ropes made it a bit difficult. “So what Anniversary is it?” She asked,

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Harley keeps her held at gunpoint, not taking her eyes off of her and keeping her index finger wrapped around the trigger, ready to pull it at a moment’s notice. Feeling so empowered, so in control…it’s not something she gets to experience often, being a henchwoman to her “puddin’”. Also mostly being on the losing end in fights when it comes to masked vigilantes…this is a good and fresh new feeling. Even so, she’s not unfair – she listens to what Batgirl has to say, and patiently waits for her lover to arrive…it could take minutes, hours…days…who knows? Harley is willing to wait as long as she has to.

She runs her tongue across her painted lips as she watches her captured subject struggle, listening to her as she speaks, then Batgirl asks the question that gets Harley in an excited mood. “Oh! It’s the anniversary of when we first met…I…I don’t know if Mistah J even knows about it…but, he will! I’ve got his present for ‘im right here!” Pausing for a moment, Harley lowers the guy as her eyelids close over gently, inhaling a deep breath and letting out a happy sigh with a smile on her face. “Maybe he’ll finally show how he actually feels about me when he sees what I did for ‘im...he’ll be so proud of me!”

Harley realizes she just gave Batgirl an opportunity to break free, but it hadn’t quite been enough time. “Nuh-uh, Bratgirl! No funny business! It’s gonna take a lot more than that for ya to escape from me!” She raises her gun back up, pointing it towards the head of her living, breathing present for the clown prince of crime; Harley grinds her teeth together and lowers her eyebrows. “What’s your deal anyway? Why do ya gotta be all borin’ and a goody-two-shoes like B-Man and Birdbrain? Don’t you wanna have fun with your life like me!?”

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Simply to amuse Harley, Batgirl felt it would be better to engage in some kind of conversation rather than giving the woman the silent treatment. Though she was bitter for her capture, Harley Quinn was known to be easily manipulated – something that Batgirl hoped to accomplish if the struggle for her freedom lasted much longer. With an escape plan in her head, the only real obstacle in her way was the gun that was trained on her every move. She balled up the rope into her hand and with great difficulty she managed to tuck it between herself and the seat, knowing that if it were to fall to the ground Harley would be aware that her wrists were free.

She looked down at her hourglass frame, encased with tight ropes. The moment her eyes laid on her utility belt, a new idea blossomed that served as a perfect addition to her old one. Batgirl reached toward her back hip, coming in contact with the comm-link she used for communication. With great difficulty, she managed to find the distress button, which would silently send a signal to the rest of the Bat family. “So, you got something for him- what if he forgets to give you something? Does that mean I get to go free?” She said the last part quietly, mostly for her own amusement and poke at the couple’s unhealthy relationship.

Batgirl halted any motion despite how mild in surrender when Harley realized that she was simply attempting to distract her. “Does it look like I am going anywhere anytime soon? I mean look at me. She said dryly, though little did the masked woman know that she was already in the process of achieving freedom. However, she didn’t want to get to assured to soon. Harley Quinn had captured her in the first place, who was to say she wouldn’t eventually notice and completely halt the teenager’s efforts. One thing was for sure, Batgirl didn’t want to end up as a ‘present’ for her ‘puddin’

Harley’s question actually results in an almost smug grin from the captured Batgirl. “I think we have very different definitions of fun.” Taking the opportunity to progress her escape now that they were once more engaged in conversation, she pressed the button on her radio to subtly communicate her location and captor – the boys back at the bat cave would surely swoop in with haste and free her in no time. "Amuse me for a moment, Harley….” She began, releasing the button before continuing. “Don’t you think it might be a little more normal to get him a cake or a card or something? I mean, I wouldn’t want my presence to interfere with your special day. It's kind of supposed to be a thing shared between two people - not three.”

She moved to turn off her comm-link, so that no one would try to communicate with her and alert the woman before her. While it only appeared as if she were struggling amongst the tight ropes when she was truly fiddling with the equipment on her utility belt, she found it much more difficult to turn the device off than it had been to turn it on. Her hand brushed across a button, accidently hitting it and causing it to release a horrible feedback. Batgirl’s eyes grew wide when she realized what she had done, hurrying to smoother the noise before Harley grew suspicious and came to investigate.

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“Oh, don’t worry! I got ‘im them too! Puddin’ will be so surprised at the big day I’ve got planned!” Harley places her empty hand on her hip, leaning towards Batgirl slightly. “And just between us girls? I got a naughty outfit, too!” She winks and giggles a little, returning to her original stance, the face paint-clad woman’s arm begins to get tired from holding up the gun this long. She moves the gun to her left hand, letting her other arm fall down to the side. Harley narrows her eyes and looks to the side for a few seconds. “I hope he doesn’t take too long…”

She lets out a sigh, the wait becoming tiresome already, she misses her puddin’…Harley is also feeling dehydrated from the chase and effort she went through to capture Batgirl, she glances around the room in search of something interesting to find – that’s when she finds a cabinet, one she hasn’t looked in before. Maybe it could have something worthwhile inside? Harley slowly lowers her gun, taking a few steps towards the cabinet, talking as she moves. “I’m gonna look around, don’t try anythin’ funny, Brat.”

Just as Harley draws close to the cabinet, an odd sound is heard, but she doesn’t know where it’s coming from, before she can investigate it at all, it stops. The clown-girl turns to face the woman she has tied up, raising an eyebrow. “Hm…ya hear that?” her eye pupils move around, searching the room for the source of whatever it could be. “Guess it was just my imagination! Somethin’ ya don’t have, Bratgirl!” Harley keeps the gun in hand, turning back around as she begins to head back towards the cabinet, as she reaches it; she crouches down and opens it up. A loud bang is heard as confetti blows out of it while the sound of a clown laughter sound effect can be heard and sends Harley flying back, dropping her gun and landing on her rear. “Damn it, Mistah J! He has to stop plantin’ these surprises everywhere…they get me every time!”

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She literally had to do everything in her power to hide her annoyance with her captor. Out of all of her enemies that she could have been captured by, it was safe to say until this point that Harley Quinn was the least likely to take her prisoner. Despite her speed, flexibility and her arsenal of deadly weapons, Batgirl hadn’t exactly considered very threatening and was now feeling foolish for discarding her. While she was minutes away from being free, she knew that she couldn’t attempt an escape as long as the gun was trained on her. Thankfully enough for Batgirl – it seemed as though Harley was easily distracted.

Attempting to sound interested as Harley informed her of the couple’s big day, she couldn’t help but cringe. “Sounds – uh, great. But I mean, are you sure you want me around? I mean, an anniversary is best shared between the two lovebirds and I feel like I would just make it a little less special, you know? I wouldn’t want to take that away from you and have all the attention on me” For now she was just talking for the sake of taking and possibly getting Harley to go on some kind of tangent where she paid little or no attention to the masked heroine.

As Harley moved to go investigate, Batgirl didn’t dignify her captor with a reply, only panicking when her communicator goes off. A voice echoes though the room, though Harley is a good distance away and it is possible that she didn’t hear it. Once the pigtailed woman brushes off the noise and continued to move on to what she was doing. At the loud bang, Batgirl wasted no more time – foolishly assuming her cry for help on the comm-links was being answered. Pushing both feet forcefully off the ground, she went airborne for a brief moment and allowed all her weight to come crashing to the ground while attached to the chair –hoping that it would break.

Ankles and torso still bound, she managed to achieve her goal, though she hadn’t expected it to hurt nearly as much as it did. “Ahhh” She let out a moan of pain as she lands painfully on an edge of the chair. Her ribs were killing her, but the ropes that bound her from the chair now feel loose around her and she was no longer rooted to the back of (what used to be) the chair which now were in wooden fragments.

Lying on the floor, she struggled against what left of the ropes lingered while Harley discovered the surprise that her ‘puddin’ had left maliciously in the cabinet. Here she though it was the rest of her Bat family that had quickly responded to her call for help, but it seemed as though she was clearly mistaken.

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Harley rubs the dome of her aching head, the sound of a crashing sound is heard – oh no, it seems like she screwed up by leaving her guest unattended. Harley’s eyes dart around, searching the area around her, finding the gun she had – Harley crawls towards it, grasping it in her hand, she grabs onto the counter in front of her with her free hand and uses her strength to pull herself up to her feet. Leaning forward, she presses her chest against the countertop and grabs the pistol with both of her hands with her fingers on the trigger, her hands trembling slightly.

“Oh…no…ya…don’t!” Doing all of that in the span of two seconds took a lot out of her, but she still has enough energy to keep her gun held up and sights on Batgirl…but now there’s a major problem – she’s no longer tied up, meaning Harley is going to have a tough time keeping her under control this time around. Not knowing how to handle this whole thing, unsure what to do, Harley runs her tongue across her painted lips and waits for Batgirl to make just one wrong move.

“I thought we were gettin’ along, Brat! What are ya gonna do, huh!?” Carefully pacing her steps, Harley makes her way around to the other side of the counter, keeping the gun held up and locked onto Batgirl, that little trick planted by The Joker really caught Harley off-guard, but it seems she’s managed to regain control of the situation…but it won’t be easy, especially not now that the only chair in this place is broken. Even if Harley does tie up Batgirl again, where would she keep her? The pigtailed woman squints her eyes, carefully getting close to Batgirl, the gun pointed in her direction. “Ya ain’t gettin’ away, got it?”

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Pain from the impact had surprised the young heroine, as she winced and attempted to push herself through it. Though she was more than capable of blocking out pain, the panic that had risen in her chest made the pain all the more evident. As long as she was restrained in some form and Harley had the upper hand, it was going to be very difficult to escape. She needed some kind of distraction and while one was practically handed to her, it wasn’t enough to actually succeed in her escape.

Harley was quick to compose herself, and the escape party that the redhead had been relying on was clearly nowhere to be seen. With her ankles and upper body still unfortunately bound, Batgirl freezes when the thread of the gun is revived once more. Pursing her lips, she looks up at Harley almost soothingly. “Alright Harley, calm down. What do you want me to do?” She replied, almost finding it hard to surface the words. She never thought she would actually be meeting of Harley Quinn’s demands, making her slightly embarrassed.

“Okay- okay. Whatever you say.” Batgirl replied, as she continued to close the distance between them. “But, you know….Batman is going to find me. He's probably already tracked me, bats are pretty good at that. What happens if he gets here before your pudding?” As much as she hated herself for surfacing the familiar nickname, she knew she needed to cater to the woman at this point. “Then you are outnumbered, I escape and you have no anniversary present to show at all for it – well, except failure. I don't think you have thought this through.”

While the ropes were loose enough around her torso for her to free herself, she didn’t move to at this point. “I was just thinking- maybe this room isn’t exactly as festive enough. You know? Surely there is somewhere else in this lovely place that would be more suiting. Don’t you think?” The redhead attempted.