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Who: Harley, Barbara and Wesker
What: The Death of Harley Quinn
Where: Tomorrowland
When: 3rd week
Warnings: Well...death.

"Look, all I'm saying is, this place isn't so bad compared to Gotham. At least around here more of the crazy people are in charge and running around free. It keeps it interesting!"

Harley had once again hooked up with Barbara. The two had been having a fun game of hide and seek and tag where Harley would dash off into dangerous areas and see if Barbara was going to follow. The blond had to confess she was impressed with how brave the commissioners daughter had been.

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"And leave you?" she asked, trying to put a little humor in her voice. Ignore the fear. Put the humor in.

That only works so long, though, when Whesker is moving in a blur like that. With him moving, suddenly in front of Barbara. Her searching for something, anything, to throw at him. She's not going to be on time, though. She can tell.

Harley's eyes went wide at the speed this freak possessed and only her own metahuman agility saved her life. But his fist caught her in the shoulder and there was a crunch that she was sure could have been heard throughout the park. If it wasn't the scream she let out really was.

She spin like a top on one foot when the punch connected and stumbled backwards clutching at her ruined shoulder. Under her fingers she could feel fragments of splintered bone stabbing out and was sure if she applied even slight pressure something would poke through.

It was worse then fire. Worse then needles. And as horrible as it was she hated to admit she felt a rush of life surge through her with every throbbing pulse of pain.

"T-that the best you got tough guy?" She laughed, and laughed. Throwing her head back she cackled wildly and charged Wesker with reckless abandon. The wild look in her eyes revealed the true insanity behind all her playful childishness.

Hopefully Barbara wouldn't spoil her one chance.

Wesker didn't move, holding his ground as Harley rushed at him - until suddenly, with all the grace of a dancer, he pivoted on his heel, twisting to the side and one arm sweeping out to catch at the charging woman.

For a moment they appeared to be doing just that, some strange tango, as they turned together, Wesker leading Harley by the hand that clamped onto her arm. He pulled at her, spinning her until, like Barbara before her, she was trapped in his embrace. One muscular arm wrapped across her throat, the back of his hand pressed against her cheek; the other draped over the top of her head, fingers digging into her hair.

A flash of grim determination crossed his face, tightening his mouth.

Just one hard jerk. One clean snap....

A rock. It was all Barbara had - a tiny piece of rubble. She tossed it toward the pair anyway, trying to get Whesker focused back on her. "I thought you were after me."

Maybe Harley was crazy; maybe death here wasn't permanent. None of that meant that Barbara was going to willingly let the woman sacrifice herself. She was supposed to be the hero, here.

She didn't dare move closer, though, when the man was holding Harley like that.

There was almost nothing she could do.

The pain in her arm was making her light headed which she was sure at this point probably helped ignore the actual pain part. What strength she had left in her arm had failed her as she clung to the arm around her neck.

The world was getting white and hazy in the corners of her vision, somewhere she could see the blurry dark figure of Barbara.

She could barely breath around the thick arm tucked under her chin so her last words were wheezed, but audible in the open echoed area.

"Run you idiot."

With her legs being the only thing that was free she clenched her teeth and threw all the remaining strength she had into one last shot, slamming the back of her heels into his knees. But the moment she felt the impact of her boots on bone there was a CRACK!

The sound filled her ears and suddenly all the tension left her muscles.

The hazy white cloud in her eyes spread like a fog settling over the park.

It wasn't so bad. Dieing. Not as funny as she'd expected.

But not as painful either.

It wasn't so bad.

It wasn't...

The breaking of bone still echoing in his ears, Wesker's arms opened and the blonde tumbled to the ground, lifeless, as the cannon boomed above them.

He didn't even look down as he stepped over the corpse and turned to Barbara.

...It was funny. Heroes supposedly faced down death every day. There had been a least a few times when she'd been in serious danger of dying herself. Yet Barbara couldn't remember actually seeing someone die before. Maybe a rare corpse or two. But always after the fact. Never like this.

Alive. Dying. Dead. Dead saving Barbara. Dropping to the ground like so much meat... she'd never felt fear like that, before, when he turned toward her. She didn't see a human there, or a villain at that moment. She saw a killing machine that had picked her as its next target. She saw herself mismatched and useless.

She didn't remember deciding to run. But she was already twisting away. She had to think, but it was hard to - with her heart pounding in her ears. She had to get up somewhere high...

Wesker followed, doggedly pursuing, trailing the bitter scent of her fear as it twisted and turned down the paths of Tomorrowland. He tracked her until the trail suddenly veered away, traveling impressively upward.

He could have continued after her... but after a moment's consideration, he decided against it, staring up in the direction she'd climbed, his expression unreadable.

Some other time.

For now, rest and a chance for the virus to complete its work.

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