The tireless pleasure of being a cop. [Harley Quinn]

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Members of a GCPD Swat team lined up behind a door of a broken down apartment. An abandoned apartment complex near Amusement mile, no longer in use. That apartment was said to belong to a dangerous criminal. That dangerous criminal being Harley Quinn. Basically the side kick for the most psychotic criminal in all of Gotham city, the Joker. GCPD got a tip earlier this week about Quinn being at this apartment at least twice a week. They studied her pattern. It turns out that today would be a day she would be visiting. At six in the morning the swat officers prepared to raid the apartment. One of the officers readied the door knocker. The others prepared themselves with their loaded weapons. Harley Quinn was known to be extremely dangerous. they'd have to count on their training and instinct to survive this. The raid was given to only swat members that volunteered. They knew what they were going into. Ones that wanted to prove themselves, or perhaps had a death wish signed up. They wanted to take Quinn down. It needed to happen.

"We break down the door on five, you hear me?" The sergeant in charge of the swat team relayed over the radio. The members of the team started to sweat, and get anxious. Today was the day they had a chance to capture Quinn. They listened to their sergeant count over the radio. "1" It had begun. The countdown until the raid. "2" For the first time in the lives of all these police officers, five seconds felt like an eternity. This would probably be one of the most dangerous raids in history. Or perhaps they were giving Quinn too much credit. It was her boyfriend. He was the real psychopath. "3" It was almost time now. The count would soon be concluded, and then GCPD swat would storm the room. Maybe she wouldn't even be in there. Only time would tell. "4" One more second and they would storm the room. 

"5" This was it. The swat member that had the large door knocker would break down the door to the apartment. The GCPD swat then entered the apartment. One by one. Checking each corner, preparing themselves for the unexpected. 

"GCPD, DO NOT MOVE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."

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Harley had been squatting in an apartment building for the past couple of weeks in amusement mile, the sound of the shows in the distance can be heard every evening and they never seem to change. While some would consider the sounds of carnival music and rides on a constant basis means to be driven insane, Harley finds it relaxing, as if it’s an atmospheric humming to help her unwind. However, those carnival sounds and rides aren’t the only ones she can hear this evening, something has disturbed the area – she can sense it, and she doesn’t like it.

Her eyebrows lower as the sound of a feint car break is heard outside – something’s wrong, nobody visits this area around this time of the year, not even her henchmen unless ordered otherwise. It has to be an intruder, but what could it be? The Batmobile pulling up on the outside? Maybe it was just her imagination? Or could it be something much worse? Regardless, she feels the need to take her necessary precautions to make sure nothing bad happens to her tonight – she quickly stumbles across the room of the empty apartment in search of something.

Upon finding just what she’s looking for, Harley sets it up in the center of the room – she can hear light footsteps drawing close with every passing moment. She’s not alone, the building is occupied. The clown princess of crime confirms her suspicions as she moves her ear to the door, hearing a muffled voice, not being able to make out what’s being said. Harley rushes back to the center of the room, fiddling around with the tall object in the center for a few more moments. After she feels she’s accomplished what she set out to do, Harley shows her athleticism with a quick cartwheel into the closet, her hand moving down to her waist.

She shuts the closet door just in time, and as suspected, the door swings open with a loud crashing noise that causes her to flinch slightly, "GCPD, DO NOT MOVE. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP." Drats. Coppers. Without any further hesitation, Harley’s eyebrows lower as she presses her index finger against a small button on the belt of her outfit, the tall object in the center of the room begins to make sounds, which sound just like her voice.

Automatically, the sound of “Look at me, puddin’!” repeatedly gets said over the course of ten seconds before it explodes into a burst of deadly laughing gas, filling the entire apartment in seconds – right on cue, Harley kicks open the closet door, now wielding a tommy gun with a crazed expression on her face. “ALRIGHT YA PIGS! START LAUGHIN’ OR EAT LEAD!” The laughter echoes throughout the building, it seems as though they made the right choice – despite not having any choice. “Poor lil coppers, that’ll teach ya to invade my property!”

Harley marches across the room, reaching down to one of the SWAT members that had fallen to the ground, laughing hysterically, she grabs hold of the walkie-talkie, moving it up to her painted lips as she presses the button. “I dunno who’s on the other end of this thingymajig, but ya better leave me alone! I’ve got more where this came from, so get the heck back to yer pen, pigs!”

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In hindsight, the GCPD should have expected the joker gas. They were dealing with Harley Quinn, a known associate of the joker. The gas hit the swat team hard. Some of them were hit by the gun fire, all of them were affected by the gas. The toxin would be most definitely lethal if the GCPD didn't have a cure mass produced. A concoction that was originally provided by Batman himself helps the Gotham City Police Department deal with the joker toxin. Whether it was inflicted on the GCPD or civilians. Team one was taken out. "Team one was taken out. I repeat, Team one was taken out. Put on your gas masks. Use riot equipment to take that clown bitch out. Do NOT hold back." The Swat sergeant stood outside of the apartment complex. Radioing the second team that was getting ready to enter the building. To see if they could take out the maniac known as Harley Quinn. They would have to get lucky, or at least be very careful. Team two climbed the stairs, positioning themselves outside of the broken down door. 

This time there was not a count down. "Go." Was said by the lead Swat officer of Team 2. Two canisters of tear gas were launched into the apartment, followed by a flash-bang grenade. The GCPD Swat officers would wait for both grenades to detonate. They would then storm the apartment, take all corners and proceed to try and incapacitate Harley Quinn. She was already highly dangerous. The members of Swat team one were already incapacitated. Which is why Team two would start out by using non-lethal methods. To try and smoke Harley out of the rather cramped room. They had her completely cornered. A third team of GCPD were outside preparing for a push, if this one were to fail. Although the GCPD had faith in their current assault. Harley Quinn was alone. The joker was no where to be seen. This was very good for the GCPD. Even then, she was still very dangerous. A force not to be trifled with. Even by highly trained GCPD officers. 

They waited for the audible 'pop' of the flash-bang detonation. 3...2...1. The grenade detonated, the small apartmentwas full of tear gas. Swat officers poured in, checking all corners. They had orders to fire on anything that moved. And they would, without a doubt. It would without a doubt be good for morale if Harley Quinn was caught, or taken out of commission. Though the Swat officers wanted to take her alive. While some wouldn't have any complaints with Harley getting killed in a fire fight, the retaliation by Joker and his gang would be fierce and unforgiving. 

Which is something Commissioner Gordon and the GCPD did not need right now.