Harley's POV

"Where the Hell is that backup you have!? You dumbasses!" Harley's voice is full of anger.

"it's coming boss! We promise!" Retorted one of the goons, meekly.

"it better be or else I'll stick a shotgun up your ass and pull the trigger" The goons shivered, praying that their backup would just arrive already. Harley was starting to get absolutely restless until she heard helicopter blades. "finally. I guess you shit heads aren't so useless after all." they both took a sigh a relief as the police tried to shoot it down. "shoot it down! Don't let them hit the asylum!" one officer says. A goon pulls out a RPG and fired. "GET DOWN!" the missile hit the asylum causing a explosion. "AGH! OFFICER DOWN! JONESY?! WHERE ARE YOU!?" a officer yells out. "JONESY! WHERE ARE YOU MAN?!" a groan was made and the officer followed it. "Jesus man! Are you alright?" the officer tries to pull him up but jonesy screams in pain. Officer Alex looks to see jonesy leg stuck on a pile of rocks. "shit man. Don't worry I-I got this." officer Alex walked to the pile of rocks to remove them but was struck with a metal bat. "GAH!" Alex fell to the ground with a thud. Harley hits the officer over and over and over until she saw the body stop twitching. "Alex! Alex you still there?!" Harley looks to jonesy and starts walking towards him twirling her bat. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" jonesy tried to tug away from the rock pile but with no luck. "no please...please god no..." he says with tears in his eyes. "please just let me go..PLEASE!" Harley raises her bat and struck it down.

Your POV

you wiped the sweat off your forehead as you set the weights down to relax. Alfred came around with some water. "thanks Alfred." you say grabbing the water bottle. "you're welcome sir." you breathed heavily as you took a sip. "hey Alfred." "yes master L/N?" "you think I'll ever meet the other robins soon?" you ask curious. "I cannot be fully sure you will, but I think it's best you don't." "they know?" Alfred nods. "of course." you sighed and took another sip. "you think I'm ready to use gadgets? Like batclaws? batarangs?" you ask. "you still need more training." "understandable. When am I gonna get my outfit anyways? I'm not gonna be wearing any tights am I?" you ask in fear. "not at all. We will have your suit ready when you're ready" once Alfred said that, he got up and left handing you a towel.