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After months of reworking Harley old jester costume that had been given to her by the Joker, I held the finished black and leather suit that Harley wanted in order to rework her image. She was tired of being thought of as The Joker's ex-girlfriend, and apparently a hair cut and new suit would help her accomplish exactly that.

The building was quiet, Selina had been gone for at least a week and since her fight with Harley Ivy was rarely seen. I quickly knocked on Harley's door before pushing it open.  

"Harley..."  I began to say before I froze in horror at the scene in front of me. It was like the ability to form words had left me at the sight of Harley and Ivy laying naked in bed together. There were vines curling around the bed and along the walls of the room and I decided to turn my attention to that as I looked away from them. "Sorry."

"Sparky! Is that my new suit?" Harley questioned as she leaped off the bed and headed towards me.

"Yeah, just finished it." I replied as I turned away and held the suit up towards her. Her hyenas were in the corner looking back at me with wide eyes, even after a couple of weeks of living with them they still managed to unsettle me. We often found them eating mysterious food, mostly meat that I had no real desire to learn its origins. 

Harley shrieked as she hugged the leather to her chest. "It's fucking amazing! You're a genius."

"I'm glad you like it." I said as I slowly began to take a couple of steps towards the door feeling terrible for interrupting such an intimate moment between the two. Though I wondered how long this had been going on. "Anyway I have to go."

Harley tilted her head to the side seeming truly confused by my words. "You don't wanna stay?"

I raised my eyebrows unsure of exactly what she was suggesting. It was difficult to read either Harley or Ivy's expressions. "I promised to meet Floyd at Penguins."

"Oh." Harley said with a pout. "Well, have fun!"

The moment the door shut in front of my I could hear Harley giggling on the other side. I didn't know how Harley and Ivy went from almost killing each other a couple of days ago to being in bed together. But the how hardly mattered, at least they were clearly on good terms with one another again.

And I felt happy for them, especially after everything that the both of them had been through the last couple of years. They deserved the happiness that they had now and hopefully it would last. Sometimes it felt that those moments of happiness and bliss were as rare as they were short. 

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Floyd Lawton and I had slipped into a routine of meeting every Friday night. Some part of me knew that the girl I was before would have been horrified of the idea of sleeping with a well known killer. Floyd was heartless when it came to taking the money and getting the job done without any remorse. But in some twisted way we had found comfort in one another simply because we were able to ease the loneliness that we both felt. 

Now I felt that loneliness now more than ever with Selina gone. She had decided to chase after a lead in Rome, still after answers that she might never get. Was I in her position I wouldn't want to know where Falcone was my father or not. But I didn't understand. I had been raised with two loving parent's before they were killed, I didn't know what it was like to grow up abandoned on the streets of a city like Gotham. 

But for the both of them the streets of Gotham had become their home. There was a time when I would have been concerned about walking the streets of Gotham on my own so late at night, but now in my black and blue costumes I knew that no one would dare approach me. 

As I turned the street corner towards the secret entrance of the Iceberg Lounge I came to a stop at the sight of two men, in grey suits that immediately told me that they were Falcone's men. 

"Are you lost boys?" I questioned as I studied the two men unnerved by the fact that it was only them. Maybe Falcone believed that there wouldn't be a need to use any real muscle, which meant that he had thought this through. 

"Carmine Falcone would like a word with you." The man stated simply as if all that was all that needed to be said for me to follow. 

And maybe it was.

My curiosity would always be one of my greatest weaknesses and I couldn't deny that I wanted to know what Carmine Falcone would want with me. Or maybe he finally realized that Selina and I were looking into him in search of whether or not he was Selina's father.

Whatever it was he wanted I knew better than to make and enemy out of Carmine Falcone, so I followed the men into a black van. It wasn't a long drive to the dock but stepping out of the van I was surprised about the amount of armed men guarding them old steel factory where Falcone did most of his business. Everyone knew that Falcone lived in the center of Gotham in one of the nicest penthouses in the city, but he did his business on the outskirts of the city. Of course that GCPD knew, but they turned a blind eye considering that they had yet to find anything truly incriminating on the famous crime family and that most of the GCPD was being paid off by Falcone and other criminals to ignore the criminal empire they had built within the city. 

The men were silent as they led my through the building. Although it looked abandoned on the outside, the side was carefully furnished. Falcone was clearly a man who was very specific about his tastes. As I was led into his office the smell of cigar smoke was strong in the air, and although I intended on taking in my surroundings my eyes immediately went to the head of the Falcone crime family. Carmine Falcone was a man that demanded your attention, and although many said he was losing his power to the new mobsters like Penguin and Roman Sionis, I high doubted that he would go down without a fight. 

"Falcone." I said casually as I approached Carmine Falcone, who was casually leaning back on his chair. If only Selina were here now, though I still was unsure how she felt about the man who could possibly be her father.

His expression gave nothing away as he leaned forward, seeming almost disinterested. "Blackout. That is what they call you right?"

I let a small smile touch my lips as I studied Carmine Falcone. I had never been in front of the man who practically ran Gotham, and I had no idea why he would want to meet with me. "Do you really care what they call me?"

Now it was him who began to study me, almost like he was seeing me for the first time. Oddly enough he seemed to appreciate for direct I was as he nodded in agreement. "I only care about what I hear you can do."

"And according to you what's that?"

"I heard you're deadly." He stated firmly his Italian accent thick as he took a long drink from his glass of whiskey. "That your gifts can make something look like an accident."

I raised my eyebrows at his words, not so much because of what he was suggesting but my curiosity was piqued. The Falcone's were slowly being taken down one by one, I doubted that they had discovered the identity of the Holiday Killer. So, who could Falcone be trying to get rid of? "You have the wrong idea of who I am."

"Ah so you're one of the one's with a moral code. Like the Batman."

A small laugh escaped my lips, amused at the fact that Falcone seemed to believe comparing me to Batman was accurate. "I would hardly compare myself to The Bat."

"Name your price." He said immediately, and if it wasn't for his calm demeanor I would have thought he was almost eager. 

I thought about why he would want to hire me for this little job. I was still relatively new in Gotham's criminal underground, but I wasn't known as a killer like some of the others. Maybe if it wasn't for the fact that Falcone had a price on Catwoman's head he would have gone to Selina first. But since the night where we had broken into his office and stolen his ledger, Selina wasn't an option since she and Batman were the only one's found at the scene. 

"Tell Mr. Falcone why not hire one of the other who wouldn't mind getting their hands a little dirty?"

For the first time Falcone's face twisted into something that wasn't indifference. In fact, he seemed disgusted by my suggestion. Seeing his reaction I finally understood. Falcone was an old school criminal, who's family had practically ruled Gotham decades before The Rogues slowly began to appear. And he didn't like the shifts of power that were occurring. Especially with criminals like Penguin and Black Mask who were slowly starting to overshadow that power of the Falcone and Maroni crime families. "I don't like dealing with the others."

"Because they're unpredictable?" I questioned. 

"Because they're freaks. I don't want to be associated with any of Gotham's Freaks." Falcone replied his disgust and disdain unwavering. Even now he looked at me with a certain amount of uneasiness as he looked over the black and blue of my suit. The fact that I was masked couldn't possibly sit well with him either. 

His words seemed to hit a nerve with me, but I wasn't going to let it show. Over the last couple of months I had come to understand many of the Rogues and how sometimes things weren't as black and white as they seemed. Then there was Harley and Ivy who I was sure Falcone also viewed as freaks. 

"If you want to get rid of someone talk to Deadshot." I told him having no interest in what he had to other. I was aware of the fact that he would give me what I asked for if I got his job done, but Bruce's words still echoed in my mind. Sure, I didn't take the path that he or Dick expected of me but that didn't mean I had to lose my way like many of Gotham's other rogues. It was like what Floyd had told me, there's no going back once you take a life. "If you want to steal something or get some information, you know where to find me."

Without another word I stepped out of Falcone's office knowing that he would go to Floyd to get the job done. Once he did I could simply ask Floyd who it was that Falcone wanted gone. But even as I stepped out of the large Falcone mansion I couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time that Falcone would want something from me. Things were getting messy in Gotham with the havoc that the Holiday Killer was leaving. 

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A/N: Now that they've announced a release fate for Titans season three I'm determined to try to finish this story before the start of the next season. Will it happen? Probably not. But one can hope.