John took a look at Harley and knew that this was going to be hard on her. Having lost people in his life, he understood revenge. Understood the anger when someone took advantage of the fact they were gone. Waller was right, if anyone was gonna get the job done, it was going to be her. Harley would be able to put away this man and hopefully put a stop to this sort of behaviour from happening again.
“We’ve been tracking him."
"Good,” she replied, something in her gaze downright murderous, “Cause I’m gonna want a little chat when we find him.” Of course, unless it was deemed that the copycat was more dangerous alive than dead, Waller was likely to do everything in her power to keep her away from him. She’d have to figure out a way around that, if she could.
Diggle was with Lawton on not letting her out of the cell. Especially often. But when Waller had told him what the case was, he couldn’t help but agree that she needed to be out for this one. As crazy as she might be, they needed her to br apart of the team.
“Well it isn’t often that we have cases that you’d be the best at. We’ve got a Joker copy cat on our hands, we need your help."
It took a hell of a lot for Harley to show any other side of her personality than her usual hyperactive self, but Diggle’s words had her wide awake and far more serious than she’d ever usually be in an instant. The mention of her lover had instantly been almost painful, but the sadness was quickly replaced by anger that someone had dared try to take up his mantle after what had happened in Arkham City. If she got the chance, she’d be wringing this pathetic sap’s neck with her bare hands.
Diggle forced out a smile as he opened the door and nodded. ”Yeah you’ve all got a new project to work on and we need you Harley, especially you.”
Standing up and stretching, Harley made a half-hearted attempt to straighten out her bed-head in the glass window of the door to her cell before giving up and instead twisting it up into a bun. It could wait until she was more awake and found out exactly what Waller wanted them for.
”When ya put it like that, it sounds like we’re at school,” she laughed slightly, following him, “Me? It ain’t often Waller wants me doin’ anything specifically.”.
John wasn’t exactly wanting to be the one rounding them all up but everyone else was too busy getting everything ready. It was up to him to get Harley up and moving.
Rolling over, her hair sticking up at various angles, Harley blinked blearily, Diggle coming into focus as she made herself wake up.
“Mornin’ Dig,” she smiled sleepily as she sat up, “The Wall draggin’ us out ta play again I take it?”
She’s half asleep. All Harley really wants is a nice warm bed and to sleep for days. Hell, with how tired she was, even her ARGUS cell was seeming like a pretty cozy option.
As Rumlow turned towards her he shrugged his shoulders. While that gymnastic appearance was her thing it was far from what Rumlow would ever do. He had skills but he was a large body to be flipping around. He’d sooner use his figure for a more fist on face tactic which worked rather well for him. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I think it’s more your thing.” He offered as he licked his lips and cocked his gun to empty the casing and ensure it was ready to go once more before he turned back towards Harley. Once they were both ready he began to lead her down the hallway now that the coast was in fact clear and there wasn’t anything getting in their way.
He kept a close eye on everything as they moved before he paused and looked towards his company who had unexpectedly ventured a bit off course. “Harley…” He muttered in a low whisper trying to get her to come right back before she got her ass caught. The last thing he needed was to explain why he left her behind; he wasn’t in the business of saving lives after all.
“What are you doing? We go-….Oh.” He trailed off as she picked up the sledgehammer and brought it back towards him.
Rumlow couldn’t help the laugh as he looked it up and down and her as she proceeded to sling it over her shoulder with ease; impressive for a woman of her size. She definitely had strength and it showed in her gymnastic abilities. “I like the way you think, blondie.” He confessed as he eyed her up and down. “Come on, the room is this way.” He stated as he turned back towards the back room where the target they had to take out was hiding; supposedly.
Unmistakably proud of herself, Harley followed, humming happily and pointedly ignoring Waller’s voice in her comms when she was told to stop. Until there was a threat of her bomb being triggered, Harley usually found herself doing whatever she could to try and annoy her, much like a petulant child being forced to do something she didn’t want to by a parent.
From one of the nearby halls, a few more members of Brock’s team arrived, along with Ben whose tekko-kagi claws were streaked with blood. Apparently they weren’t the only ones who had encountered some of the guards. Almost as soon as he saw her carrying the sledgehammer, Ben couldn’t help laughing.
“Where the hell did you find that, Quinn?”
“Well, if the Wall won’t give me my mallet, a girl’s gotta improvise.”
The office they’d been directed to by Floyd was obvious enough to spot, its heavy wooden doors clearly denoting a room of importance. Though when they tried the handle, it was locked, presumably as one last ‘defence’ against’ them, since their target had presumably been expecting them, given the number of guards.
“Time for the skeleton key?” she asked, moving the hammer so she could hold it in both hands.
As they headed down the hallway he glanced towards Harley who quickly requested a report from Deadshot on where they needed to go to find their little rat. The sooner the target was found and eliminated the better for every one. He wasn’t just a SHIELD problem he was also a problem for the Squad which is why SHIELD was pulling all the stops off. It kept them off SHIELD’s ass and everybody happy after all.
Turning his head he looked back towards Harley as she suggested he take a turn at showing off. He laughed as he withdrew his gun from his pocket and then proceeded to look back at her. “Alright, but I’m not about to do back slips, and crush men’s heads with my thighs.” He spoke as he stepped forwards hands at his side as he advanced around the corner towards the men.
“Boys.” He called as he raised his hand held his gun in the air as he smirked moving forwards. Both guards aiming the gun towards him he couldn’t help but chuckle. They thought it was threatening but he couldn’t help but laugh because they were convinced he might actually be afraid of them. “Oh you want me to put the gun do—okay. I can do that.”
The gun began to drop but he wasted no time dropping to the ground he caught the gun landing on his side and firing two shots into each man as they dropped. Climbing to his feet Rumlow moved forwards one of the men still moving around. He cocked his head to the side and pulled a baton like object out of his side.
Pressing a button a blue light shot forwards, electricity shooting from the end as he stepped forwards. Pressing the object all but kindly to the bullet wound he watched the man wither and cry before passing out completely.
Giving a sort of laugh he flipped the baton and shoved it back into his pocket. “Too easy.” He spoke before he turned. “Coming Harley?”
Poking her head around the corner of the wall, Harley watched as Rumlow took down the two men, giggling as he put down one of them with a taser shock to his bullet wound. Any ARGUS agent might have been more than a little freaked out by her attitudes to violence – she’d seen it first hand on a couple of occasions when she’d gone into particularly vivid detail about some of the more ‘colourful’ punishments she’d seen the Joker dish out - but she’d always had a sense of how people would handle her way of looking at the world. Rumlow, she figured, was highly unlikely to be bothered by it. Stepping out as he turned to ask if she was coming, she grinned at him as she followed.
”Impressive. Coulda maybe done with a couple more backflips though,” she teased lightly.
Heading a little further down the hall, Harley suddenly stopped as she walked past what appeared to be a kitchen undergoing some sort of renovation. Stepping inside, she made a beeline for the far side of the room, her attention drawn away from the mission. The heavy flagstones of the floor in one corner were broken, ready to be replaced, and leaning against the wall was a sledgehammer, the sight making Harley squeak in delight as she picked it up, testing its weight. It wasn’t her mallet, but she could make do very nicely with this instead.
”Just in case we need ta be smashin’ down a few doors,” she explained brightly as she returned, sledgehammer slung over one shoulder, “Or, ya know, breakin’ a few legs.”
“Eddie? He works on these? Is he — is he an inmate?”
“Well, I dunno if she really had him workin’ on it. Just seems like somethin’ Waller’d have him do when she had him. An’ he was on the squad for a while. At least until he found out how ta fry out our bombs and pissed her off enough by escapin’ that she tried ta have him killed. But he survived that, and he’s probably in Gotham pissin’ off B-Man with some riddle-tastic challenge. Either that or he’s in Arkham again.”
Giving her a nod he seemed incredibly intrigued and curious to know what this mysterious Harley Quinn was capable of. She was a curious figure and he was ready to learn what she was capable of, what she was like, who she was, he was going to learn. What made her tick? How good was she? Was she really a few screws loose? A woman who hung out with the famed Joker had to have something wrong with her.
Then again Rumlow was hardly one to talk given his own insanities. However, this wasn’t about him and he merely waited for her to go forth and show him just what it was that made her whole. As she took to doing her job he stepped back and let her. Now he could have popped both and carried on but he was far more curious to know who he was working with.
Watching the way she moved, the use of her thighs as she knocked both guys down with ease. For such a small looking thing he had to make a note not to piss her off unless he wanted a good hard fight on his hands. He preferred to keep his punches for the people inside rather then her.
As she waved the card key he laughed and lowered his gun walking up after her and giving her a once over. “You’re full of surprises.” He confessed before he took the card key from her gasp and moved towards the door quickly.
Swiping the key he opened it and held it for her so that he was able to let it close quietly. Gesturing two fingers in the desired direction he began to lead her deeper inside.The targets couldn’t be too far from here.
”Ya don’t survive in Gotham without learnin’ a few tricks,” she grinned, practically skipping after him into the building. Of course, you didn’t survive a man like her beloved Joker without being quick-minded and fast on your feet, but that wasn’t a thought she didn’t feel like voicing.
Following quietly behind Rulmow as the door closed behind them, Harley raised her free hand to her comms, listening carefully to the other teams to get an idea of where they currently were and what might lie ahead.
”Deadshot, ya got eyes on where we need ta be?”
”End of the hall you’re in now, turn left. Looks like there’s a big office where our guy’s probably hiding out” Lawton replied, “Careful Quinn, it looks like there’s a fair few guards nearby.”
”Aww, I knew ya cared, Cowboy,” Harley laughed quietly, glancing out of one of the nearby windows to see if she could spot the tell-tale red glint of his scope on nearby potential sniper spots, “I think me an’ Rumlow’ll be just fine.”
Slowing a little as they reached the end of the hall, she carefully poked her head a little way out to sure enough, see a few more guards.
