A/N Hey, everyone!

Now, I couldn't resist writing this; I just found myself bored and, before I knew it, this was typed up.

If you don't like the idea of this story, please don't leave a review because it's not helpful to the person who spent a long time writing something only for someone to be cruel. I warn you that there will be an OC in this so don't hate after i've warned you.

Anyway, to those who do like the idea of it, I hope you like it!

Sadistic Sweetheart

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I need you; I breathe you, I'd never leave you
They would rue the day I was alone without you

You're so crazy, baby, I love you forever, not maybe
You are my one true love; you are my one true love

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"When love is not madness, it is not love."

― Pedro Calderón de la Barca

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Present

"We lose a national hero, but you sit there looking like the cat that ate the canary."

"I've eaten a lot of canaries."Amanda firmly retorted, staring at the man across from her, almost brandishing her fork and knife as she pointed at him."It's taken some work, but I finally have them, the worst of the worst."

She reached down into her bag and pulled out a thick hardback, but he just glanced at it and returned to cutting up his food.

"There are rumors, Amanda, that some of them have abilities."

Amanda was quick to nod, confirming with an eager smile.

"The rumors are right. You know what the problem with a metahuman is? The human part."Amanda grabbed her fork and knife and began cutting up her food as she spoke."We got lucky with Superman; he shared our values. The next Superman might not."

Hearing the eagerness in her tone, he shook his head with a warning look.

"You're playing with fire."

She gave a sardonic smile, shaking her head.

"I'm fighting fire with fire."

"Oh, God."He sighed, sick of hearing her endless speeches and took a long sip of his drink."You're not going to pitch us that Task Force X project of yours again, are you?"

"Yes."She said, placing down her drink with such force it made him frown."But, this time, you're gonna listen."

And she opened the hardback and began to explain each person inside of it, gaining his attention. She told him about everyone in the book until, finally, she landed on a page that showed two pictures of two different women. He frowned, wondering why they were sharing a page as his eyes skimmed over the two faces.

They both shared the same heart tattoo on their cheekbones.

Name: Quinzel, Harleen

Aliases: Harley Quinn

Age:26

Gender:Female

D.O.B:07/20/90

Height:5'6

Weight:118

Other Info: Quinzel has an obsession with a previous patient from Arkham Asylum known now as The Joker, and sometimes referred to as the "Clown-Prince of Crime." She also has a fixation with Joker's other known girlfriend known as Erela (Angel) Charmeine. It is heavily implied that The Joker, Harley, and Charmeine are in a physical relationship and are indivisible to the point that they refused to be parted.

Name: Malachi, Jazmine

Aliases: Erela Charmeine

Age:25

Gender:Female

D.O.B:04/09/91

Height:5'7

Weight:118

Other Info: Charmeine is highly manipulative and seems to be able to hold her own in a physical fight, it is assumed that she was taught by her partners. Charmeine is only known to be physically deadly when either she, Quinn or The Joker are threatened. She has a strong attachment to Quinn and The Joker, and it is implied that they are in a physical relationship.

QUINN AND CHARMEINE ARE SEPARATED BY CELLS BUT ARE CONFINED WITHIN THE SAME ENCLOSURE.

"Why are they confined together?"

Hiding a smirk at his curious tone, Amanda looked up from her plate before she replied.

"It is beneficial for this project. With Quinn being mad as a hatter and Charmeine being the most stable of them both, they are a good combination for this project. Since they have been together, they have been more compliant. But they're watched 24/7 via camera, and there is always someone with a gun."

When he raised an eyebrow, Amanda gave a reluctant response."Quinn attempted to chew out a guard's tongue when he refused her access to Charmeine."

He rolled his eyes with a disgusted sound, tossing aside the hardback with a shake of his head.

"What is to say that they aren't working together on a ruse?"

Amanda shrugged, stabbing her fork into her steak before bringing it to her lips.

"Having two together is better than having them alone. It's better killing two birds with one stone."

"What's their stories? How did two, beautiful woman like this fall in love with..."He glanced over at the photo of The Joker, a shiver running down his spine at the broad, eerie grin."a freak of nature?"

"Before she ran off and joined the circus, she was known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel."Amanda tapped Harley's mugshot with her finger as she expanded on her reply."A psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She was assigned to the clown himself. She thought she was curing him, but she was falling in love."

"And what about doe-eyes?"The man asked, curiosity getting the better of him as he picked up the book, reading over her file."How did he get to her?"

"Jazmine Malachi. She was a priest's daughter, devoted to Him and when Harley and Joker blew up a church just for the fun of it, he found Jazmine in the midst of the rubble, cross held to her chest, praying."

He frowned at Amanda, thumb running over Erela's face."Oh, my God."

"He saw something inside of her, as he did with Harley, and took her."Amanda carried on, taking the book from him, knowing she had him hooked."Jazmine became convinced that The Joker was God himself. Still is. She became his messenger."

Amanda glanced at the photos of the women as she finished, pulling them out and placing one on each side of The Joker's photo.

"They are his masterpieces. Harley is the darkness, the maniac he sees himself as, his precious devil, his mirror while Erela is the epitome of innocence, he believes that she is sent from above, to guide him. The girls are completely different but both deadly when it comes to their 'Daddy' and their unbreakable bond. He had his yin and yang. Dark and light. They became his, as I said, masterpieces."

She hummed, looking down at the pictures, three smiles staring back at her.

"And God help those who looked at his favorite toys the wrong way..."

Seven Months Ago

"Don't be beggin' for your life cause that's a lost cause. High stakes, body armor, suicide boy. There's a time for games, and there's a time to kill, make up your mind baby, cause the time is here..."

"We finally meet."

"He don't shake hands."Frost cut in before Monster T could press for a handshake."But sit down and have a drink."

Frost gestured to the seat across from Joker's, and Monster T silently nodded before sitting down. He stared at The Joker for a long moment, who was still sitting in silence, fingers quietly running through the dark-haired woman's long locks.

Erela, who was sitting on The Joker's lap, looked over at the man she'd never seen before. Her green and red skater dress cut off just below mid-thigh. One of her hands were inside of his unbuttoned shirt, fingers tracing his tattoos while he other held a glass of wine.

Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes landed on the valley between her breasts, and he noticed a red heart in between them.

And there was dark writing in the middle of the heart.

PROPERTY

OF

H+J

"Hey, J?"Monster T tried to catch his attention, and when he saw The Joker silently turn his head, blue eyes meeting his dark ones, he continued."I wanted to come by and personally say thank you. You making me good money, i'm making you good money."

Before Monster T could continue, The Joker fully turned toward him, giving the other man his attention. The dark-haired woman, well known as Erela, remained silent. Her head still rested on The Joker's shoulder, and his fingers still wove themselves through her hair while his other hand rested on his famous cane.

Her eyes were on Harley, smiling almost giddily whenever the other woman would stop and blow her kisses.

"Are you sweet takin' me?"The Joker smirked, lifting his tattooed hand from Erela's hair and placing it in front of his painted mouth, chucking eerily for a moment, clearly disturbing Monster T."Hmm?

But Monster T didn't take the bait.

The Joker observed the other man, grinning again as his hand returned to Erela's hair. As his long fingers brushing through her dark, silky locks, Erela hummed in approval.

"I love this guy!"He declared, winding her dark strands around his finger as he spoke."He's so intense."

The Joker turned his head to Erela, fingers brushing her cheek as he asked."Do you like him, angel?"

Erela looked up, nose brushing The Joker's cheek as she did, doe eyes meeting his blue orbs.

"He's big. And playful. I'd like to play with him."She blinked innocently, as if she didn't realize the innuendo she'd made.

Monster T frowned as The Joker, once again, burst out laughing. While Monster To winced at the sound, Erela's lips curved up in amusement, eyes dancing with almost euphoria at the sound.

"Sweeting..."

Noticing her smile, T Joker pulled back, eyes leaving the other man almost instantly. He took hold of Erela's cheek, laughter fading to a soft croon as the pad of his thumb brushed her skin.

"Oh, you're so good..."

Monster T stayed quiet, turning his head as a loud cheer came from the cage that Harley was dancing in. She danced seductively, glancing at her lovers now and then. She licked her painted lips as she rocked her hips, spinning around with the gold chains in the cage.

Monster T then switched his attention to Erela who was still sat in The Joker's lap, her fingers dancing up his arm, bare legs folded over his thighs. Her eyes were back on Harley and, as she had with The Joker, Erela looked utterly captivated with the female clown and vice versa.

And, while the women watched each-other and The Joker, he watched them. They eyes rarely left each-other.

The three were never apart. The Joker always had his beauties on each side of him.

Dark and light but both still as deadly as their daddy.

"You're a lucky man, Joker."Monster T groaned, eyes flickering between Harley and Erela, a hungry look in his eyes."You got yourself some bad bitches."

Humor drained from The Joker's face, and his hand froze in Erela's long brown hair. Then, all of a sudden, his face broke out into a smile.

An eerie one.

"Oh, that they are."The Joker purred, nose brushing Erela's cheekbone.

His hand clasped Erela's leg, fingers itching towards her inner thigh, eyes daring Monster T to look as he itched up her dress.

"This one is the definition of pristine tainted only by a wicked tongue and daddy's bat."

The Joker earnestly proclaimed with conviction, voice low, sounding almost like a growl. He tilted his head, watching as his hand moseyed over Erela body, fingers dancing up her arm, across her collarbone before he stopped at her tattoo. He traced the heart and the words before his head snapped up, eyes meeting Erela's.

"My messenger..."

He blinked, watching Erela watching him and, with an almost secretive smile, the pair glanced at Monster T with matching, beaming grins. Erela turned back to The Joker and kissed his cheek, just over his star tattoo then, almost eagerly, slid off his lap and onto the booth beside him.

"And my little monster!"

Monster T almost jumped at the sudden, booming tone as The Joker gracefully got to his feet. He held out his arms as he spun around theatrically, his flailing making Erela quietly giggle to herself as she watched."

"The fire in my loins, the itch in my crotch."

The Joker's tone got more darker, the raise in pitch demanding attention as he extended his arms with a flair. His eyes sought out Harley without direction, gaze drawn to her as if she'd called for him. She was perfectly concealed from outsiders in her gold cage, performing for her king and queen with devoted gyrations."

"...the one, the only, the infamous, Harley Quinn!"

Erela happily clapped at the performance, sitting on her knees as their eyes turned towards Harley who was still dancing, in a state of utter rapture as she moved with skill, head tilted back. Her eyes shut as the music pounded but, all that came to a sudden stop when a higher power hit her ears.

Her Puddin' whistling.

And always, she happily came running.

Harley skipped over to the booth, pushing irrelevant people out of her way. She hopped up onto the booth, throwing her legs over so that she was sitting just above Erela. The women, almost magnetically, gravitated towards one another. Erela straightened on her knees, extending an arm for Harley who'd already done the same.

The Joker took a step back to watch them, watching them with a mesmerized stare, beckoning them.

"Oh, come to Daddy..."

The Joker purred at his girls' who, after interlocking their fingers as they held hands, got to their feet. Erela and Harley, standing side by side, sent The Joker matching kittenish smiles, speaking in unison.

"Puddin'?"

"Sweeting?"

"Oh, yeah."The Joker breathily gasped with a wicked grin, gaze lingering on the pair before he turned around and faced Monster T, arms out."Listen, girls, you two my gift to this handsome hunka hunka!"

The Joker slicked back his hair as he chuckled, taking a step back to watch them and the other man.

"You both belong to him now!"

The girls, hands still locked together, pranced over to Monster T, Harley seating herself down onto his lap while Erela slowly got onto her knees in front of him, a move from the brunette that surprised him.

Harley snapped her teeth at the man, humming."Well..."

Harley wrapped her free arm snapping her teeth at him as Erela placed her hand on his thigh, fingers nearing where he wanted them most. She cocked her head, large dark eyes staring up at him.

"Mmm-hmm, girls."

Monster T let out a pleased chuckle, one hand on Harley's knee and the other on Erela's cheek.

"Hey..."Harley removed her free arm from around his neck and took hold of his chin, smiled at him before she moaned."You're cute."

Erela arched an eyebrow up at him, licking her bottom lip, fingernails digging into his thigh.

"You want us?"

The girls looked away from him, swinging their joined hands with grins. They smiled at each-other, Harley winking at the brunette who quietly giggled to herself. Monster T watched them, engrossed in their quiet mumbles and smiles they shared.

The women slowly turned back to him, offering Monster T seductive smiles.

"We're all yours."

Monster T's smile suddenly fell when he heard heavy breathing and a possessive growl that cut through him like a blade. The Joker. Everything had disappeared once the girls had touched him, they'd put him underneath a spell that had instantly broke when the snarl caught his ears.

"J?"

The Joker watched the three with wide eyes, his once beguiling baby blues almost black with rage. As he watched Harley and Erela touch and smile at another man, there was a glimmer of a jealous desire in his eyes.

And, while Monster T felt fear creep up his spine at the anger and jealousy, Harley and Erela looked like they were having the time of their lives. They wanted the rage.

It was like some aphrodisiac for them.

"Don't be sad, Sweeting."Erela breathily whispered with an innocent smile, reaching for The Joker while she remained knelt.

The Joker bared his grills at them, rapidly blinking as he processed that, while it was all a game, Erela kneeled in front of another man and Harley smiling her adoring revering smile, the smile she saved for him. It was a mere act, an act they performed regularly at his behest, but The Joker could never contain the reactions.

"Puddin', don't pout."Harley drawled, tutting scoldingly at the Clown Prince, patting Monster T's cheek too harshly."Ya can't play with us anymore. No take backs."

Harley winked at him before looking over her shoulder at The Joker, shaking her head with a teasing grin. Erela's lips curved up, still giddily swinging their hands, grip tight on Harley's hand, eyes focused on The Joker.

Monster T's eyes were also on The Joker but, unlike the women, he watched him with an unsettling stare. Almost fearful.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"The Joker nonchalantly asked Monster T, his tone eerily calm once again, but his eyes still flickered with a restless discontent. His question was directed to the other man, but his eyes remained on Erela and Harley."Hmm?"

Erela and Harley both turned to look back at Monster T, batting their eyelashes and smiling impishly. But, this time, their smiles were more malicious but seductive as they awaited his answer.

They fawned over him once more as he attempted to pull back.

Erela's doe eyes stared up at him as she pouted."Mister?"

Harley clasped his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes."You enjoyin' yourself?"

Monster T pulled away from Harley's grasp, eyes widening as the women started to giggle to themselves, turning around to look back at The Joker. He was watching them, looking more amused than before, his grills bared as his smirk broadened.

The Joker snapped his fingers, beckoning the other man with his finger."You ain't gonna answer my girls, hmm?"

Realisation dawned on Monster T as The Joker chimed in on the women's laughter, the sound cutting through him.

They were playing him; it was all a game.

Monster T felt the world on his shoulders as he pulled back and took a proper look at the two women wrapped around him once more.

He took a good look at their skin. Their skin that had The Joker's name tattooed on them along with each-others.

Erela, Harley, Joker. Precious, Angel, Puddin', Sweeting.

They belonged to The Joker; the triunity belonged to each-other. Monster T took his hands off of the two women as if they were made of fire and burned him.

"J..."

He looked up at The Joker, wary of his now stare that had once been filled with rage. Now he stared at Monster T almost vacantly, like he was looking through the other man, which made him even more uneasy.

"Hey, J, I don't want no beef."

"You don't want no beef? You don't want no beef?"The Joker repeated back in a derisive tone, cackling to himself when Monster T silently watched him. Lip curling up into a snarl, The Joker took a step closer, leaning down."You don't want no beef?"

"What's wrong?"Harley pouted, finger tips brushing down his cheek, nails scratching his skin.

Blinking up at him, Erela's eyes glassed over, and her bottom lip quivered. She tilted her head up at him once more, looking heartbroken. He knew better. She was fighting a smile.

"You don't like us?"Erela quietly asked, tone quiet and demanding."Hmm?"

Monster T didn't reply, making Harley huff and Erela whine. Harley shrugged as she got up from his lap, making Monster T sigh in relief when she also reached down for Erela.

"Fine, don't waste our time then."Harley sang with a click of her tone, taking Erela's hand in her own before she pulled the girl up from the ground, guiding her over to the booth."C'mon, angel baby."

Harley slumped down onto the booth with a gleeful him as The Joker gracefully and slowly moved forward towards Monster T like a great white shark prowled for prey. She looked up at Erela, tugging on her hand with a playful grin, pulling the other woman onto her lap like she'd done many a time before.

"C'mere, honeypie!"Harley lazily called, winding one around Erela's body to pull her closer, an excited raise in her voice."Puddin's working!"

Watching The Joker, Erela happily mewled against Harley's cheek as she shifted to get comfortable in her lap, fingers delving into her lighter locks, choosing to play with the dyed ends.

"These are your ladies, man."Monster T emphatically said as The Joker remained silent, still watching him."Okay?"

Releasing a long sigh, The Joker held out his hands, as if he were the victim and surrendering, then sat down next to Monster T. He leaned forward, red lips curved up into a wild smile, grills bare and eyes comically wide.

"Well..."He quietly laughed to himself as Monster T gulped, lingering to revel his uneasiness before he repeated mentally."Are you enjoying yourself?"

"No."Monster T slowly replied, trying to rectify the situation, firmly restating."They're your ladies, Joker."

Harley and Erela were quick to make sounds of agreement, still watching the exchange almost eagerly. As if they already knew how it would play out and they did, it always ended the same.

"That's right."The Joker agreed with a proud laugh, inhaling a long breath as he slicked back his hair again, fingers itching towards his gun."All mine."

Then, all of a sudden, he swiftly grabbed his gun, standing up and pointing it at the man.

"Yo, J!"

And a shot fired throughout the club, screams following while his girls laughed.

Present—Belle Reve

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

Erela hummed along with Harley's singing as she hung off of the metal bed that had a horribly thin mattress. Her long legs were lifted up in the air, her lower back on the bed while the top half of her body hung off of the bed. Her long hair, which was usually curled because of the hours her home servants spent on it, were in long waves, almost folding over on the ground below her.

She pouted, missing the large round bed that she'd had at home. The bed was almost twice as large as a king-sized bed with a pleasurably comfortable mattress that felt as if she were floating on a feather. She had been taken from her castle and put into a metal box.

The Queens of Gotham didn't deserve a cage.

Erela's brown eyes turned to Harley's own cage which was the same as hers sans the metal bed. They had taken it away from her because of her fights before they had returned to each-other otherwise Erela wouldn't have had one. Harley was now attached to the top of the cage hanging by the sheets. She found it comfier than a bed, in fact, and spent her time rocking back and forth, hanging from it in different positions and, even sometimes, sleeping in the air.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are! Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."

Harley giggled, index fingers and thumbs meeting in a horribly shaped diamond before she continued singing along with Erela's humming.

"When the blazing sun is gone, when he nothing shines upon, when you show your little light. Twinkle, twinkle, all the night."

Harley spun around in a circle, letting go of the sheets and, just before she hit the ground, her hands reached up and grabbed she sheets. She hung upside down, spreading her legs wide, as if making half a star.

"Then the traveler in the dark, thanks you for your tiny sparks; He could not see which way to go, if you did not twinkle so."

Harley opened her mouth to sing the next verse but, before she could, the doors opened up, and the usual army of guards poured in, scattering around, guns pointed at the two women.

Erela moved backwards, legs moving behind her head, body turning in a full circle before her feet met the ground. She remained on the ground in a kneeling position, eyes on Harley who kept smiling at her.

Griggs appeared from the middle of the group, an almost mocking smile curving at his mouth as his eyes flickered between the two women.

"I was singing to my baby."Harley called over to the guard with an indignant pout, still hanging upside down."...you ruined it, ya meanie."

Eyes glimmering with a perverse sparkle that made Erela's body stiffen and smile quickly falter, Griggs ambled towards the cages.

"How are my ladies doing, huh?"He asked with a playful smirk, taking a moment to study the two women with a hungry gaze.

They didn't answer. Instead, the girls seemed more interested in staring at eachother than anything else.

"BRAVO 14, open up the perimeter fence."He demanded, and a moment later the door was unlocked, and Griggs stepped in, standing in the meter that separated the two cages.

"Are you gonna come down, sweetness?"He drawled with a tone seductive yet mocking tone that made Erela's eyes narrow."You got a visitor down here..."

Mouth forming an 'O,' Erela finally turned her head to look at Griggs with a curiously raised eyebrow. He beckoned her with a gloved finger and Erela, still in a kneeling position, kept her eyes on Griggs.

"Really?"Erela asked with a smile, eyes widening as she started to perk up when Griggs nodded."Is Mistah J here?"

The brunette looked over the guards, smile faltering a little when she failed to see any sign of her beloved Sweeting. There was no purple, no green. There was no sign of The Joker.

"Uh, let me think..."Griggs quietly mumbled, pretending to ponder before he shook his head, grip tightening on his gun."Nope. Just me."

Erela's brow furrowed, and she blinked slowly, doe eyes darkening as her lower lip jut out in an indignant pout. She suddenly stood up with a huff, making her way over to the side of the cage, looking over up Harley.

"Precious, precious, precious."Erela quietly called, raising her head to look up at Harley who swiftly turned to look down at Erela. The brunette shook her head, blowing hair from her face as she crawled over to the side of the cage. "Was that a joke he played on me?"

"Yeah, honeypie, it was,"Harley answered, reaching down with an arm, fingers brushing the bars of her cage softly and with a bright smile. Her touch on the metal was almost soothing. As if Harley thought she was touching Erela."Wasn't funny, huh?"

Erela straightened on her knees, eyes following Harley's touch on the bars and she also reached up to touch the metal.

"Nope."Erela breathily replied, teeth scraping her bottom lip when she nibbled on the flesh, eyes vacant when she glanced at Griggs."No, it wasn't funny. It was not funny."

Grin fading at the raise in Erela's tone pitch, Harley pursed her lips, and she drummed her fingers on the metal before she nodded. The female clown quirked an eyebrow at Erela who, almost instantly, changed moods and beamed.

Griggs watched the exchange between the two and cleared his throat, demanding their attention.

"Come on, girls, get over here."

Harley spun around the sheets, gracefully landing on her feet a moment later with a melodic giggle.

Erela jumped to her feet with a proud laugh, clapping her hands."Bravo, bravo!"

Bowing before her audience, Harley secretly placed a finger over her lips, quietly telling Erela to be quiet before she turned on her heels. Griggs perked up when Harley danced over to him with an obedient smile, eyes glimmering with a mischief.

"Coming!"

She slowed down as she came up in front of Griggs, stopping just an inch from the bars. Erela followed, coming up to her own bars, fingers touching the metal with a curious look.

The pair batted their eyelashes at Griggs, eagerly pressing up against the bars."Hi!"

Quietly greeting them, Griggs' eyes flickered between Harley and Erela who, without speaking to each-other, seemed to wear the same wide, secretive grins.

"What?"Harley curtly demanded, tone hard, garnering Griggs' attention which, going by her teasing smile when he looked away from Erela, was what she'd wanted."Ya want us girlies to put a show on for ya, huh?"

"Does your boyfriend like that?"

Harley blinked innocently, biting her lower lip."He never complained."

"Tell me, what did the freak do to get you fine ladies in the sack?"

Both women went silent for a long moment, eyes boring into Griggs, their smiles still plastered on their faces. They looked amused, gleeful even but their eyes had clouded over.

Suddenly, Harley let out a loud squeal, making the guards wince.

"Oh!"Harley's smile widened as she bounced on her heels with an excited laugh, raising one arm as if she were a student waiting for permission to speak. She playfully pouted, wiggling her fingers while her other hand bravely wrapped around the bars of the cage."I know, I know, I know!"

Griggs leaned forward with a nod of encouragement, glancing at Harley and Erela.

"And what's that?"

Harley leaned forward, standing on her tiptoes so that she could keep Grigg's eyes, grip tightening on the bars.

"He don't pay for no nookie. Puddin' always takes care of his girls."Harley stage-whispered, wagging a finger back and forth, fingertip tapping on each par as it moved to and fro."He ain't no gambling man. Ain't that right, baby?"

Griggs' smile faltered almost instantly, and he froze.

"Uh-huh."Erela made a sound of agreement, smiling adoringly at Harley with a fawning sigh, hands sliding down the bars as she tipped her head back."He doesn't take any risks 'cause he always comes out on top. Sometimes. He loves our games."

Erela followed Harley's gaze, eyes now on Griggs', repeating."He ain't no gambling man."

Their words dug deep and the look in Harley's eyes, the darkness glimmering with a knowing flicker, drove the knife deeper. She knew, they both did. They knew what Griggs did with his money, how he spent it the rare times he won.

They knew.

Erela and Harley's sweet smiles turned mischievous and, in unison, they tilted their heads.

"You a gambler, mister?"Harley's teeth trapped her lower lip as she leaned back, keeping herself upright by holding onto the bars."You wanna play with us?"

Griggs' eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched."Shut up."

The girls were quiet and looked forlorn for a second before, all of a sudden, they burst into laughter. Tutting at Griggs with an amused expression Harley skipped over to the side of her cage, arms held out for Erela who was quick to follow. Their arms stretched as far as the could between the bars despite their cages being a meter apart.

"Funny, funny, funny!"

The girls laughed loudly, their cackles loud and clear, echoing so loud that the guards started to flinch.

Griggs glared at them, embarrassed and angry."Shut up!"

"Mr. Guardman..."Erela finally spoke, pointing at Griggs, brow furrowing in an almost pitying manner."Why so sad?"

Griggs continued to glare at them as he stepped backwards, the perimeter fence shutting after him as he yelled.

"FIRE THOSE BITCHES UP. NOW!"

He took a step back, cheeks flushed with rage, looking utterly chagrined. He watched the two women as they continued to clutch at the bars, side by side without fear.

"And make sure it hurts!"

The women shared a quick look, heads tilting before they Erela and Harley suddenly thrown backwards, the pair landing on the ground with a thump. Their vision blurred, the room spinning around them, including one another.

But that didn't stop their laughter.

The girls continued to laugh as the guards left because they knew that they would all pay.

Mistah J would come for them.

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