Vincent slowly but surely made his way across the dark corridor, to the half open door at the end where the shuffling came from. He tried desperately to not make a sound, no creaking floorboards or kicked rubble, no mind paid to the cobwebs and decay around him. A figure moved in front of the door, momentarily blocking the faint light inside... he reached for the revolver at his side.
He reached up with his thumb to the hammer and held his breath-
You were interrupted again by your 'room mate' as she loudly pops a bubble she had blown from her bubble gum. Looking across the couch, you see her. Harley Quinn, attired in nothing more than a pair of jean shorts and a big white t-shirt, her hair in her usual pigtails as she watches cartoons on the TV. Every now and then she lets out a laugh – which you don't mind - but it's her bubble gum that is aggravating you so.
Not long after arriving in Gotham you crossed paths with the former psychiatrist and