Injustice 2 Harley Novels & Stories

Yup, that's the shit my brother got me wrapped up in. I wheeled the Kawasaki to my spot and killed the stand. She was already drawing attention like the beauty she is. Her name is Sissy. The only good thing about this whole mess. Matte black with a single red stripe running the length of the body. Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Supercharged. 310 horsepower. Built for tracks they hadn't invented yet. I checked the tires. The chain tension. The brake fluid. Partly because the ritual mattered, partly because I had rebuilt this bike from components with my own hands over eight months. Checking meant I was present.

Elder Harold announced, “After causing irreversible damage to the Ledger family, omega Harley can’t escape the penalty. The council thinks she should be punished severely to make her an example for flagrant women. They have forgotten their true place.” What? A prickling sensation shot up my spine as I witnessed this new definition of justice, utterly baffled. Xander’s venomous tone sprinkled salt over my injuries as he smirked coldly. “I really appreciate your profound understanding, honorable elders. Even after her misdeeds, I am willing to take Harley back if she kneels and apologizes sincerely.” “That’s right!” Elder Harold agreed to him, “Then her apology will be played on every TV chann

He probably didn't want to see me, or Mama had notified him that I was coming to meet him. I hissed , he can go wherever he wants to. I went to the bathroom, it was another sight I couldn't stop feeding my eyes on. James was really rich, but I thought judges are just supposed to be comfortable. My eyes caught a clean shaving stick and I knew my moustache was begging to be shaved. It didn't take five minutes before bits of hair was sprawled all over the sink. I went to the bath tub and scrubbed my body clean. The soap was scented with pineapple and strawberries. I reached to scrub my shoulders as I came face to face with a tattoo I got before the law caught up with me. It was a lion head. Mam

Harley didn't know what I was doing, but when he saw me destroy the memory card, he instinctively realized something was wrong. Moments later, police sirens could be heard approaching. Officers stepped out, produced handcuffs, and arrested him. "Harley Gunn, you're suspected of car theft, as well as the theft of 10 million dollars' worth of jewelry from said vehicle. Please follow us to the precinct for further investigation." Harley's eyes widened, and he stared at me in defeat and disbelief. "Were you the one who made the report? You did everything on purpose, didn't you? This was your plan all along, right?"

A hidden mistake. The city air rushed against her as the motorcycle devoured the road. The sensation was foreign yet achingly familiar. She hadn’t ridden since selling her own bike years ago—for Dio’s birth, for survival, for a life that demanded sacrifice. When she arrived at Harmoni Medika Hospital, she slid the bike into its slot. But before stepping off, her gaze snagged on the machine parked beside her. A Harley. Black as midnight. Its body bore military markings—hard lines, unapologetic. And on its tank, faint scratches like battle scars.

I have other things that need my attention. Captain Howard is waiting for me, propped up against the wall in the lobby when I return, and he leads us through the station toward the forensics lab. "How is Harley?" I glance over at him, but don't break my stride. "She's paralyzed, Captain. The doctor called it a temporary loss of muscle control because of the trauma. Steve cut her up like she was the catch of the day."