- Chapter 22 -

                                    

                                          
{Before story}

Why Helena Wayne who turned into Aspyn Wayne turned into Helena Again?
= Because I learned 'Helena Rosa Bertinelli' and 'Helena Wayne' is different person... i learned there is not much detailed plot about Helena Wayne except her parents so I just decided to make her plot. I don't prefer to many OGs. It confuses readers I think.
Thanks for reading my story again!
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Harley's POV _
"... boss?" The man trembles and call Mista J for second time. "Yes?" Joker finally raises his head slowly from his note book that's filled with chemical symbols. "You told us to check on her and..." The poor man who somehow selected to tell the process to Joker -I'm pretty sure Henchman men did some games and he lost- begins to explain. "Nah, nah." Mista J shakes his head and lifts one end of his lips, like the man's shaking voice is entertaining him.
Oh maybe it is.
Cause my ear is kinda enjoying it.
"I was not listening." He says and I can see confusion is filling the man's eyes.
Ops, hehe.
I get it.
We were almost mad, I mean... we always are but about a week ago we are craziest and screamed  using both of our neck and gun.
'Find everything about a goddess of fight.'
We MAY killed few people who were questioning or saying 'We don't have to' or something.
"Cause my Harley was listening." He points at me and says. The man's eyes meet with mine.
No, more like... his upside down eyes.
"..." He stares at me like he cant believe it.
I smile and straighten myself up from Puddin's desk. I was dangling my head down and finally, I can see everything right-sidedown. No, maybe... right-sideup?
"What if I didn't hear it too cause I thought you were listening to it?" I smirk and Joker smirks back, messing my hair. "Oh than that idiot has to repeat everything again."
I smile and look back to the pitiful man.
"Would ya?" I ask and he opens his mouse.
"Oh, how kind of you!" I answer before I hear.
"But you don't have to, I heard it. So you are saying she is rising new 'killer' of Gotham?" I say and Puddin murmurs next me. "Home sweet home.."
"That's normal." I say.
"But she is never quested or something.... Hu. Funny." I murmur.
"And she is young? Like... teenager? Mm.... " I add and Joker stands up from his chair.
The man's eyes follow him and Joker opens the door in our office.
"And..." He says, crashing another man's head to the floor who was bleeding inside the room.
The room, AKA our main torturing room.
The man, who wronged the goddess of fight as our daughter and who sadly told us about it.
 "Tell us." He says casually, wiping the blood to the wall.
"She... she laughed." The man says and our henchman stares at him.