Harley Quinn shifted in bed. She tried to remain silent, afraid she'd wake Rowan. She knew he wouldn't mind but he deserved peace. She winced in pain. What was wrong with her? Well a lot of things, but what was this? She clutched her neck. She felt as if her neck was exploding, like some tiny substance was inside of her scratching its way out, something slowly making her bleed on the inside. She lay in her back and began panting. She could barley breathe now. Is this how she was gonna die?

   "What's wrong ?!" Rowan asks as he was over her. Begging her to tell him what he needed to do. She screamed. And screamed.

   "Get it out! Get it out!" She chocked as tears burst from her eyes. She clutched her neck as she felt it. She rocked back in forth in misery.
  Then it all just stopped. Her fingers lingered on her neck, as she felt heat.
   A light. A red  light inside her neck.

     A tracker.

   The tracker Amanda Waller placed in all the suicide squad.
   It was activated. She was someone's  puppet again. But Waller is dead. Or is she?

   "I'm a puppet," she muttered, as Rowan held her, trying to calm her.  "I wish I would've died,....I'd rather die than have her pull my strings."

Merwin

   J lay next to Lucy. He wanted to be next to her. He immediately had  a connection with Lucy.
   
    "Finally someone like me," he had told her.

I felt a pain. Perhaps I slept in my neck wrong or something. It felt like a cramp inside my neck, like it was being twisted off me. I could barley stand.

  "Lucy," I begged. But then I realized she was going through the same thing. J was trying to calm her but she just shoved him off.

  "Ouch," J muttered. "I.....I feel like...that hurt,"

  "You feel it to?" Lucy asked.

  "What did you feel?" I asked him, I didn't mean to sound angry, his face crumpled. "I'm sorry..." I tell him. He was so fragile, it would take me a while to get use't him.

  "Felt like a flu shot in my neck," he spoke.

 
   "It feels like someone's breaking my neck," I say. J just shrugged as he went back to Lucy. Of course. Js' brain was different then ours, I bet he was stronger to. He could handle more pain than us.

 
   "Oh my,.-"

  "What is it Lucy?" I asked. And she pointed at my neck. A red light flashed.

   "Tracker?" J asks.

   "Who would do that?" I asked as Lucy pointed out the window. Someone was here when we were asleep. And now they were gone. I heard Lucy cuss.

   "Don't use bad words," J told her and she laughed. Then we heard a scream. "Momma?"

   What does this mean?

A/N: thanks so much for reading! I'll update again after Christmas. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter and for more to come. I'm planning to add more of Gotham in these next few chapters so let me know your thoughts. Have a great day and merry Christmas! Be happy! :)