"Come out come out wherever you are! Come on out! I promise I won't hurt you!" Harley paced back and forth peering through the window of your office block and hoping to catch a glimpse of you. "Don't make me count down to one or there won't be an office for you to hide in!" From your hidden position behind the security desk you watched as Harley grasped a small device with two comically red encased button seated in the centre. "I've got nothing to be angry about, I just want to talk about why you thought you had the right to steal my contract." She flicked the clear cover up and joyfully depressed the first of the two buttons. A repetitive beep quickly emerged from all around you, the seating area, the vents. Wherever Harley could think to hide a small package of explosive compound she did.

"Fine. But remember, you asked for this. Ten, nine, eight, seven. It isn't too late you douchebag. Six, five, four, three. Getting closer, not long left. Two."

"Okay, okay." You slowly rose from your cover with your arms held straight above your head. "I didn't know somebody was already sorting out the... thing."

"You don't have to hide it anymore y/n, everybody knows you're a gun for hire, you're welcome by the way. You can finally tell that bitch in HR how much of a little fucker she is." Harley called you out into the courtyard, at first your feet didn't want to move but you didn't want the lives of all these innocent people on your hands, a few you could handle, but not this many. "Just a little bit closer..." She pulled you forward with her waving finger until she was close enough to touch. "Perfect." With a very joyful grin she slammed her fist onto the second button and watched with wide eyes as your official place of employment tumbled down into little more than dust.

"What are you doing! I'm here aren't I." She tossed the detonator onto the ground but failed to pull her eyes from the burning rubble. "Hey... Earth to Harley Quinn!"

"I spent ages putting all those explosives, and then you see that... I made it myself. I couldn't let all that fine craftsmanship go to waste. Now, I heard that somebody put a little prize on the head of a certain bounty hunter."

"What!? Who would put any money on me?"

"Oh, it was me. I just wanted an excuse to come and kill you."

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Written by Aaron.