Arkham Asylum Game Harley Quinn Novels & Stories

Priscilla mutters to Noel as they stand off to the side and wait for Nolan to finish the transaction. Priscilla suddenly pulls on her arm and points over towards a set of arcade games lining the far wall of the store. "Isn't that Harken?" she asks. Noel peers at the back of the all too familiar frame, feeling her heart both drop to the pit of her stomach and start to race, making her feel slightly nauseous. What is he doing here? Before she has the chance to think about it, a girl comes into view with long black hair almost reaching her past her curvy, petite waist. She walks up to Harken and wraps her arms around his, pulling his attention away from the Street Fighter arcade game he is play

“Tell me something I don’t know about you, Rick.” “What?” She nodded. “Go ahead. Tell me something. Anything.” “Uh, I don’t know.” I paused, trying to think of something quick and clever to tell her. Nothing came. Not a damn thing. “I’ll go first,” Harley said, shifting in her seat. Her black top plunged perilously low, flashing her full cleavage. She had no clue just how dangerous it was for me to be so close to her. “I think I’m going to quit coordinating The Streets after this year.”

“I figured I should show you some of my skills, since you keep saying I should go on offensive,” Then a black halo appeared on Harlequin’s head and above a cross appeared. “In this board I am the king, the white king to be exact. And you will play the role of... the black king,” Harlequin, with his wide grin told Amon. “And, you cannot escape in this board until I let you so, or you defeat me, it’s either of the two,” Amon gritted her teeth and summoned her wand, preparing once again to attack. “That’s the fighting spirit! But what should I do, I don’t have spirits yet,” Harlequin problematically said.

I can feel the tension of the wolves and then feel them relax a bit when she takes control. When she’s given enough blood, I lean down, licking her hand as she did to mine, my eyes on hers as she did with me. Then, I step back and hand her the cup, watching as she takes her place as Queen. “My clan, my family, my friends, I am Leana Holstin-Castien, Guardian of the Realm, Councilwoman to the Supernatural, mate of King Drake Cazien, and now Queen of the Undead. Rise and come, swear your oaths to me. Know that I will always keep my oaths to you, and you will be bound to keep yours to me.”

And then my eyes landed on the one person who had free rein, the person whose loyalty I never questioned, the person who had been closest to me in the immediate aftermath of my discovery. My gaze snapped to Harley. She met my eyes, bristling with righteous fury at the accusation. "Harley," I began, feeling a sickness spread through me. "When you retrieved Elder Elara, did anyone else enter the room? Anyone who knew the maps were out?" "No, Scarlett! Just me, and then Elder Elara! I was checking on you—"

For the first time in a long time, she had hope that she would get revenge on the lycanthrope who had scarred her face. Madam Yvonne stirred her brew which contained the lycanthrope's blood and waited for it to boil. A visitor entered and immediately, Madam Yvonne positioned herself in front of the brew, effectively hiding it from the person's view. The visitor turned out to be Nick. “Ah, Nick. To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you here in your capacity as a detective or an Alpha?” Madam Yvonne said jovially. Ignoring her, Nick sniffed deeply, “I smell blood.” He said suspiciously.

That was why it did not matter if it was Mandy’s duty or for the sake of her good friend, Quinn, she had to arrest Chase as soon as possible! … It was half an hour later. Quinn was in a daze but snapped out of it when she heard an urgent knocking on the door. “Open up, Quinn! It’s me, Mandy!” She quickly stood up to open the door. “What’s wrong, Mandy?” Quinn looked a little pale, and she had a guess as to what had happened. Mandy said honestly, “The Little Rocky you can’t stop thinking about has killed again. This time, he killed Harlem Harrigan, the third son of the Harrigans. He twisted off Harlem’s head and took it with him.

But— A guard stood there. One of Fredrick’s loyal henchmen, bloodied but still standing, with a rifle in hand. “You won’t leave alive…” the henchman blocking their way said. Harley reached into Edgar’s pocket, taking out a small knife still attached to his belt. Without hesitation, Harley threw the knife. It hit the guard’s shoulder. The guard startled, dropping his weapon. Harley struck him across the face with the butt of her gun. She succeeded.

His statement was enough to vanquish the mood. "Yeah, uh… so thing is," Quinn nervously fidgeted. "Cinder worked for the council." Harley instantly scurried towards me and I stood tall. The smaller man hid behind me, small hands gripping what was left of a dirt and blood caked shirt. "She what?" I was in absolute disbelief that this had somehow slipped past Alpha Ryder. Lycans vetted their mates extensively.

For the first time, Harley wasn’t sure if she was truly the one in control—or if she was just a pawn in someone else’s game. And somewhere, far away, Elona watched Harley’s descent into chaos with a quiet satisfaction. The game had only just begun, and the queen was already three moves ahead.