The games afoot

You bound through the lobby in pursuit of Harley Quinn.

"No time for the elevator" she says over her shoulder "We'll use the stairs"

A few hours ago she would've left you behind, as she leaps and pounces her way up the steps in front of her, but with your new agility and speed you have no problem keeping up. Within minutes you're both outside the newsroom of the Central City Citizen and from within you can hear things being broken and the sound of raised voices.

"TELL ME WHERE YOU GOT THESE PHOTOS!"

"Ooo" Harley whispers creeping up to the door and pushing it open quietly "Somebody sounds angry"
You both slide inside and hide behind opposite desks, one to the left, one to the right.

"I don't know what you're talking about!!!" a second voice offers weakly.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" the first voice yells "WHERE DID YOU GET THEM!"

You both peak around the corners of your desks. Before you you see two woman in the midst of a blazing argument, though the fight does to seem to be one sided. The woman protesting her innocence is backed up against a filling cabinet while the aggressor has hold of her by her shirt front, pinned in place.

"I'm only going to ask you once more" the angry lady says "Where did you get THESE PHOTOS!"

"Who's that?" you ask Harley

"Well" she replies "The woman on the end of the ass kicking that's..."

"...Iris West. She's a photo journalist for The Central City Citizen and, if rumors are to be believed, sometime fuck toy of The Flash, but nobody's ever been able to prove it, hence it being just a rumor"

"Well, rumor or not it looks like she could use his help about now" you reason as the second woman lifts Iris off of her feet "So who's the angry chick?"

"I have no idea" Harley says reaching down and picking up a photo that's laying on the floor and handing it to you "But as these seem to be scattered around all over the place and she seems to be pissed at an invasion of privacy I'm guessing this is her"

You cast your eye over the picture in your hand.

"Daaaaaaamn" you say gazing between the picture and the woman in front of you "This photo doesn't do her justice and it's a pretty good photo"

"Down boy" Harley whispers with a smile "This Silver Sable's gonna be a bit more hard to handle than the others"

You look Sable over, the way she's poured into that her outfit and leather boots is enough to convince you that no matter how hard the battle, you've got to at least try.

"Well" you whisper back at Harley "We can't just hide here and let her kill that reporter"

"Fine" Harley says rolling her eyes "I guess I better run distraction"