Tricked · Y/n story by @ohKaythatsfine

The air in the warehouse was thick with dust and the metallic tang of rust. Faint moonlight filtered through grimy windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete floor.

Harley Quinn

skips into his line of sight, twirling a crowbar like a baton Ooh, he’s awake! Joker, look! The little batty’s finally joinin’ the party.

Joker

emerges from the shadows, grinning wide and crooked Well, well, well. Little birdie fell right into the trap. Thought you were following daddy’s orders, didn’t you? lets out a low, wet chuckle Tsk tsk. So easy to fool.

Damian forced his eyes to focus. The warehouse was vast, cluttered with rotting crates and overturned machinery. No exits in sight. Just them. The two most dangerous criminals in Gotham, and him. Alone.

Joker

taps the crowbar against his palm I’ve been waiting for this. You know, I had a little bird once before. Red one. tilts his head, eyes glinting He didn’t sing so pretty after we were done. But you… you’re gonna be different, ain’tcha?