Troublesome.

You’ve got to hand it to Redline. She’s doing all the heavy lifting. Your partner was drawing the attention of all of the clown henchmen and even Harley Quinn herself, giving you ample opportunities to outflank and ambush quite a few of the henchmen on your side of the rooftop area.

Despite seemingly having drawn the wrath of the entire insane clown posse, from the sound of how things are going, Redline seems to be straight up massacring the clown army on her side of the rooftop. Having gotten the gist of her abilities, you vaguely understood that she was able to sense certain **** and thus easily evade it. You remember reading a report on how Redline had walked into a base full of insurgents who were fully expecting her and had prepared an ambush for her. She walked out of the base without a scratch and left no survivors.

“What are you idiots doing?! She’s just one person! Get that fucking bitch!” Harley could be heard screaming as she blasted away with her submachine gun.

Having disposed the last of the henchmen in your immediate area, you carefully made your way towards the platform where Harley was.

You quietly started up the short flight of stairs, turned a corner, and came upon Harley who was crouching with her back towards you and was busy reloading her submachine gun while muttering under her breath.

“Drop it.” You ordered gruffly.

“Ahhh!” Harley yelped in surprise and spun around. She saw your rifle aimed straight at her and immediately dropped her gun. She raised her arms in exasperation. “Where the fuck did you come from? Jeez.”

You threw a pair of handcuffs at her feet. “Put those on,” you ordered.

Harley giggled. “Kinky. But shouldn’t we at least get to know each other first? Who are you bozos? You don’t look like you’re friends with Bats!” Harley said, cocking her head sideways to study your masked faced. “You’re not horny enough,” she added with a grin while mimicking a pair of horns with her fingers on her head.

“I’m not fucking around. Put on those cuffs now or I blow off a kneecap and do it myself.”

“Okay, okay! Sheesh. What’s the deal with this city. Everyone’s always so fucking serious,” Harley said and pouted as she bent down to pick up the handcuffs. “All puddin and I ever wanted out of you people was to get a LAUGH!!!” Harley suddenly said and straightened up, flinging something right at you.

“Shittt!” You hissed and dodged to the side. The flying knife zipped across your left cheek, splitting open the cloth balaclava mask and drawing blood.

Before you could react further, Harley was already rushing towards you with a wide mad grin on her face. She held a baseball bat wreathed in barbed wire cocked all the way behind her, primed for a hard swing.

“Crazy fucking bitch!” You cussed as you instinctively raised your rifle sideways to parry the heavy blow. When the baseball bat slammed hard against your battle rifle, the **** ripped it from your fingers. You scrambled backwards as Harley’s next couple of follow-up swings narrowly missed your head by inches.

“Hey, stay still will ya?!” Harley squealed and giggled as she continued to swing her bat wildly at you.

You managed to grab her arm to stop her in mid bat-swing but the bitch immediately planted her boot into your abdomen, forcefully pushing you back. You fell heavily on your ass.

“Hahahaha, ooopsie. Let me help you up. Here, grab hold onto this!” Harley said as she raised her spiked bat high above her head and flashed you a crazy smile.

Suddenly, a gunshot went off behind Harley and her spiky bat was promptly shot out of her hands.

“Eeeeek! What the hell?” Harley said, ducking and turning to look back.

You saw that Redline had made it up the opposite end of the platform and was pointing her rifle right at Harley.

“Are you serious?” Harley said in disbelief. “Heyy boyyyyssss! What the heck are you doin down there? Hellooo? Anyone there?” she called out to her goons.

All was silent on the rooftop below.

Harley looked genuinely astonished. “You took out all of those goofs by yourself? Who the hell are you people?”

You lunged forwards and grabbed hold of Harley’s arm before slamming her onto the ground and twisting her arm behind her back.

“Ow-ow-ow-ow! Take it easy, mister! You win okay?” Harley said.

You quickly handcuffed the young woman before sitting back and letting out a huge sigh of relief. “I almost got red-lined there Redline,” you said and chuckled.

“I noticed,” Redline replied coldly.

“Shit, I’ve been out of the game too long. Lost my edge.”

“Awww…” Harley said as she lay faced down beside you, “There, there. I thought you did great mister!”

“Shut up. Are the other targets as bad as her?” You asked.

“She doesn’t have any powers. The others do. What do you think?” Redline replied.

“Fuck my life…”

“Ooooh? What other targets?” Harley asked, trying look back over her shoulders at you. A look of understanding suddenly dawned in her crazed eyes. “I get it nowww… Waller sent you! I knew we got to her too easily. We blew up a double, didn’t we?”

“No, she’s dead,” you mumbled, “But what did you expect? It just means you’re now under new management.”

“No! I don’t wanna go back! I wanna stay with Mistah J! You can’t keep doing this! This is illegal!” Harley whined and wiggled on the floor like a caterpillar.”

You glanced at the cityscape beyond the edge of the rooftop where dozens of columns of smoke were streaming in the wind from various fiery hotspots. “Yeah, I don’t think you get to call us out for illegal activity,” you said and glanced up at Redline who was now pressing two fingers on the communication device plugged into her ear. She was listening to comms.

You brought your hand up to your right ear and discovered your communication device was missing.

“Shit, I lost comms,” you said, “So what now?”

Redline met your gaze as she continued to listen for several more seconds. “The director says EVAC is delayed since we lost the chopper,” Redline finally said, “She recommends that you… recruit the secured target, and proceed to the next waypoint.”

“Huh. Figures.”

“Does that mean we’re all friends nowwww?” Harley asked and giggled. “I’ll do it! I’ll be good mister. Just uncuff me! You can count on me, I promise!”

Redline narrowed her eyes at Harley, then shifted her gaze onto you. “Well? Are you going to get to work?”

“S-sure… Umm… Are you going to watch?” You asked.

Redlined blinked at you.

“Do you even know what I do? How much did the director tell you?”

“Only that you’re a means of asset acquisition and control. Your methods remain classified. The roof is clear. I’ll head inside and scout out the lower level. Join me when you’re ready,” Redline said.

With that Redline carefully entered the rooftop door and shut the door behind her.

“What is she? A robot?” Harley asked.

“I often wonder that too, sweetcheeks,” you said as you lowered your gaze onto Harley’s prominent, nubile, peachy backside, barely contained in her tight, little shorts.