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Summary:

Poison Ivy owns a secret lethal weapon. The Batman knows that there is only one way to stop Ivy from making any damage. Harley Quinn is needed in this mission, so he seeks Amanda Waller and the task force x.

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Chapter 1: Meeting

Notes:

if you already read this chapter, i recommend you read it again, because i changed everything.
also, i altered the title, because Belle Reve was a ridiculous one. I stole it from a previous work of mine that i deleted because i wouldn't follow through with it. I'm currently working on chapter 4, and so far so good. we're almost there, folks!

Chapter Text

“Could you please bring a Bollinger to the table…” She extended her hand to turn a piece of wood. “…number twenty seven.” The waiter nodded and collected their menus before departing to Amanda Waller’s ‘thank you’.

She propped both her elbows on the table, raising her head to rest it on her laced hands, regarding Batman with an equally serious gaze. Curiosity lingered in his stare; her trained eyes recognized it. Surely you can’t afford a Bollinger.

“You arranged this conversation. You’re the one to pay the bill.” She explained without moving from her position.

“Fair enough.” He answered, and a tint of mirth could be heard, but his gloomy expression remained the same.

“There has been a situation in Gotham City.” He started, uselessly. His deep voice was collected to avoid any eavesdropping, so Waller had to lean in to understand what he was saying.

“Poison Ivy has created an acid capable of killing a grown man in a matter of seconds.” Straight to the point; as Waller knew him. “My team and I are currently working to find data about previous use of this acid.”

“How did you find out about Ivy?” She asked him.

“There is a video.” He answered, succinct.

“And what has this got to do with my task force?” Waller pursed her lips, picturing the outcomes of this mission.

“I’m not happy to seek assistance from your suicidal squad, but we have to act fast before she contaminates the Gotham canal point and the consequences get out of control.”

“And what do I win out of this?” She asked him, finally. Waller could say that Batman had expected this question, because he reached under the table and pulled out a briefcase, placing it in front of her.

She side-eyed him askingly, but opened the briefcase to find countless Benjamin Franklins staring back at her and she couldn’t help but to smile at the offer.

“Now you’re speaking my language.” She closed the briefcase with a click. “What do you need, Batman?” She asked him, propping her head on her laced hands once again. He waited a few moments, regarding Waller with an icy stare before he finally proclaimed himself again.

“Harley Quinn.”