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"Am I dead?"

Katherine voiced her words as quietly as she could as soon as she was able to utter them, eyes widening in horror once her vision settled on the night sky. Remaining as still as she could until the feeling in her legs returned, she glanced out of the corner of her eye to try and figure out where she'd landed. Only to come up with nothing when all she could see was shards of glass, broken window frames and other sorts of rubbish she couldn't discern.

Then, as she turned her head, the stars glaring down at her.

"Huh."

Licking her dry lips then wincing when a sharp pang followed when her tongue skimmed a cut, Katherine then sighed in relief when she was able to move without any more pain. Katherine groaned low in her throat as she got up on her elbows, a sharp ache in her lower back that made her wince.

As she straightened, Katherine's eyes darted around sceptically as she wondered why she'd had such a lucky landing. Perhaps she'd hurt herself and blocked out pain or, as she'd previously considered, had died.

The brunette looked around, frowning when she saw a duffel bag in the corner of the roof and clothes strewn around as well as cans of food. Someone had attempted to hide from something or someone.

Katherine's brow furrowed as she glanced around, looking down to see what she'd landed on then chanced another scan of her surroundings.

"Oh."

She had, by some lucky chance, landed in a mess of debris of a caved in retail outlet. She felt shards of glass underneath her hands but, as if something had been looking out for her, Katherine had luckily landed on a spot where the most pain would be in her back.

It's like i've got nine lives.

"Ha, ha, ha!"Katherine croakily giggled to herself almost manically, tears welling in her eyes and smearing her already messed up make up when a tear escaped."Well, I am a kitty."

Katherine wiped her face as her laughter faded and kicked at the debris in frustration. As she pulled her hand away she finally noticed the large piece of glass sticking through her palm.

"Ow."

Clearing her throat, Katherine blankly started at the bloody shard of glass before simply pulling it out and tossing it aside.

As she continued to kick at the debris she was stuck in, she felt something shift then the thump of it rolling away from her followed by a crack. She turned to see what it was and felt the urge to throw up. A dead man, missing a few body parts lay beside her with a bullet wound to the head and a gun beside him. He'd killed himself by the looks of it and, going by how bad he smelled, he'd been there for a while.

Losing his store and hiding hadn't been good for him Katherine assumed.

"The economy is just horrendous."

Huh.

Katherine frowned at him, shaking her head with a sigh before, her mind catching up with the situation, fear suddenly crept up on her. The shock left her and was replaced with panic when her mind connected with what had happened.

It had been a long fall.

Her baby.

Her baby.

"No, no, my baby."Katherine's heart thumped against her ribcage as she grew more panicked, rubbing her bump as she attempted to urge her baby to kick."Come on, now ain't the time to sleep on me."

She waited and waited, eyes wide and staring up at the night sky. She mouthed pleas to herself, an ache in her chest that was almost unbearable.

No response.

"No."Katherine suddenly could no longer breathe and she could almost feel her heart starting to break then, without knowing it, she started to beg."No, please, wake up. Baby, please."

Wake up for your momma.

Wiping a hand down her face, sob came from the young woman as she sat up and looked down at her bump, forlorn and utterly defeated. She let out a gasp of horror, hands shaking as she slowly reached down and touched her stomach. She winced when her bloody fingers gripped her clothing.

She ground her teeth together in an attempt to hold the sobs back as her fingers touched her bump before she finally started to lovingly caress it hopefully.

Oh, God. I messed up. I messed up.

I messed up and I want my dad―

Suddenly, she felt three light but robust kicks against her palm and Katherine lost her train of thought.

Her eyes snapped open and the brunette didn't fight the relieved tears that streamed down her cheeks. She suddenly started to laugh in relief, almost hyperventilating as her baby continued to kick against her palm, reassuring Katherine with each kick.

"Oh, thank you."Katherine whispered to her baby as she got to her feet, hugging herself protectively and calming down almost instantly."Thank you, thank you―"

The smile on her face suddenly vanished when Katherine felt a shift in the air.

She suddenly felt warm

She slowly raised her head just in time to witness what she could only describe as the sun falling from the sky. A large bulk of fire flew through the air, coming closer to the ground with each second that passed, completely out of control. As the nose of the helicopter aimed towards a large building, the memory of the helicopter being engulfed in flames came to mind.

Her heart lurched.

No.

"Oh, my―"A scream tore from Katherine's throat, it backfiring on her when it felt like fire to inhale because of how much she'd screamed earlier.

Scrambling to get to her feet and ignoring the searing pangs pain rushing up her leg and back, Katherine didn't even react as her nails scratched the ground and blood pooled.

On her feet as quickly as she could, Katherine's eyes remained locked on the helicopter as it continued to plummet. Although knowing she wouldn't be able to help, she wasn't quick enough. Seconds later the helicopter was gone, crashing straight into the building.

"NO!"

Katherine couldn't keep herself up anymore and she didn't resist as her legs gave out from underneath her. Her eyes went wide in in disbelief as she stared at the carnage. The helicopter that she had found safety in and been reunited with her family on had crashed into a building.

The fire was a wild inferno that held her best friend and her uncle. Her family.

Crying out in distress and horror, Katherine let herself fall to the ground, eyes focused on the scene as she forced herself to continue watching. Hoping that both clowns would appear with their usual smiles and, hopefully, her father who had just somehow joined them.

That had to happen, they just needed to be just fine. Her father had to be alive and kicking because Katherine had no idea what to do without him.

Just then another explosion happened, bursting up into the air like a firework and her eyes followed., vision slightly blurry as wetness pooled in her eyes.

"Oh, fuck you!"Katherine sneered up at the sky with an aggrieved sniff, angrily wiping at her now wet cheeks."...straight to hell."

Lookie there, my teensy-weensy princess is shedding a tear for her dear ol' uncle J. Katherine flinched as, no matter how impossible, The Joker's infamous cackle resounded in her ears. It echoed far and wide before, as his usual mercurial nature, it suddenly came to a sharp halt. Booming, demanding and somewhat scolding, Katherine felt a rush of abashment soar through her as his tone dropped. Stop it. Now.

Unable to look anymore, the brunette shut her eyes and bowed her head, stars dancing in front of her eyes. She couldn't stop it, no matter how much she hated herself for it. Katherine finally let the sobs escape, a mix of happy tears and grieving sobs spilling from her cut, bloodied lips. Relieved that her baby was safe and sound—she was more than sure she'd jump off the nearest building if her baby wasn't still with her—but anguished that her family had destroyed in a matter of seconds.

Katherine sat in a long drawn out stillness, unable to make sense of what was happening and her mind unable to process what had happened.

Everything just went on pause.

Until she felt a hand clasp her shoulder and she froze. Katherine slowly raised her head, licking salt from her cut lips as she her fingers searched for her weapon but, despite that, remained still.

"You know if anyone can cheat death it's your uncle J. I've seen him escape from worse and, excluding a few bruises or a gunshot wound, he's always unscathed."

The world around her shifted as she instantly recognised the voice and Katherine snapped back into reality. She swallowed thickly, blinked several times as she tried to make sense of what was happening. The voice struck something deep within her and, for a short moment, she suspected it wasn't real.

Then the hand on her shoulder squeezed comfortingly and Katherine sniffed, slowly turning her head and looking up to see her father standing over her.

"You also know that Miss Harley won't die unless she's following him."Frost's voice was barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the blaze before he inclined his head and met his daughter's eyes, a ghost of a smile on his face."I've been around long enough to learn a few survival tips from him."

Katherine gasped in awe at the sight of him, the weight that had been pressing down on her chest instantly remitting as she returned his small smile.

"Dad."

He surely knew how to make an entrance.

He had a deep gash from underneath his eye to his jawline, the rubble he had been thrust onto had not only been his landing but had caused most of the gashes on his body, mostly his face. Blood trailed from a wound to his forehead and his nose. He'd be donning more than a few bruises if they lived to see the next day.

It looked like her father was to be out of action for a while. Accidents was to be expected if you worked side by side with The Joker and because of that her father had recovered from worse. Katherine and Harley had spent hours pulling out bullets from The Joker and Frost just because the clown had decided to go gallivanting.

"I've also escaped from worse."

Katherine suddenly felt chagrined for assuming the worst. But, then again, she'd never needed to worry about her father before.

Her father was a soldier, nothing or nobody could convince her otherwise. It would have to take much more than a fall, a few broken bones and scrapes to keep him down.

"Dad."Katherine mumbled in relief, wincing as she got to her feet and lunged into her father's arms, making sure not to irritate his wounds."You scared the hell outta me."

"I'm fine. Are you?"Her father pulled back a little, checking his daughter over, scanning the bruises and cuts, lingering on how he'd noticed a slight limp in her step, but he knew she was fine. Knowing this, he then swiftly focused on the baby."The both of you."

"Feel like death and i'm half sure I broke something but i'm good."Katherine murmured with a firm nod, taking her father's hand and placing it on her bump."We're good. I got a fighter."

Frost watched their hands, eyes narrowing in concentration as he waited. For what, he didn't know until he noticed a smile brimming on Katherine's features. Katherine watched her father with an amused smile, carefully studying him because he rarely showed any emotion. She kept her eyes on him and gave a grin when his eyes widened after the baby kicked. He shifted from foot to foot suddenly, a little startled before he allowed himself to smile, squeezing Katherine's hand proudly.

"You do."

Katherine made a sound of agreement, nodding to herself. Frost watched his daughter attentively, noticing a good change in her as she happily murmured about how strong her baby was. About how her baby had stopped her from going insane inside, kept her in check and had kept her focused.

"You jumped out after me."

Instantly ceasing her speaking, Katherine's head snapped up and she frowned at her father, aghast at his claim.

"I did not."

Shaking his head, her father continued to stare at her and Katherine stared back, unwilling to believe such a thing. She honestly could not recall jumping out after him, she couldn't have. Katherine been careful from the moment she'd found out about her pregnancy, there was no way she'd put her child in danger.

Then again, Katherine had almost died twice in one day.

But it did sound like her, Katherine never had been stable when it came to her emotions, she'd never had to be.

"I did?"

Her father narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms over his chest, hands clasping over his forearms and expression resolute. His stare was void of emotion, staring through her, a more than obvious sign that he didn't buy it.

She knew what he was saying without him voicing the words.

You did.

"Dad, i didn't know."Katherine murmured, a feeling of shame soaring through her body, something that cascaded through her tenfold as her father continued to stare at her."I didn't know. I didn't―"

"I know."He affirmed with such unwavering belief that it made Katherine's distress subside a little. And noticing for the first time that Katherine was second guessing herself, Frost took her hand in his own."I know."

"I wouldn't let you die alone."She quickly asserted, taking a moment to breathe before looking up at her father, eyes wide with unwavering loyalty."Harley and J have eachother, you have me. We all have each..."

Katherine trailed off thickly, swallowing the lump in her throat before shaking her head numbly, staring up at him in uncertainty.

"Have?"Katherine quietly questioned, truly and utterly flummoxed and unable to look at the inferno behind her."Had?"

As soon as the word left her mouth, as soon as she'd used past tense, the feeling hitting her like a punch to the gut and Katherine instantly felt abashed for thinking such a thing.

Your good ol' uncle J is a cut above everyone else. Invincible. Infinite.

She could already hear him scolding her for doubting him, doubting his intelligence and competency. He prided himself in such things, as well as Harley. They were both a constant in her life that she didn't want to even consider losing.

"Come here."

Her father's hand clasped the back of her head and he gently pulled his daughter into his embrace. Katherine drew in a long breath as her father wrapped his arms around her once more, ensuring she feel fortified. She hugged him back, hiding her face in his shoulder and screwed her eyes shut.

"I didn't mean―"

"I know, I got you. But you will not jump after me. Not anymore. You got that?"Katherine clung to her father, ready to protest his words but he hushed her, hugging her tighter when she sniffed."That fall? It should have killed you and..."

That fall should have killed your baby. Katherine silently added for him.

"But it didn't. You're lucky. Thing is, how lucky for if you keep acting without thinking?"Katherine's forehead rested on his shoulder, silently surrendering any protests she had and admitting he was right."I know you didn't think and, yes, I'd jump after you. You're my baby but you've got your own to think about."

He didn't need to say anymore. Katherine already knew.

You can't be impulsive anymore. You are not stupid. I taught you better than that.

Pulling back to look up at him, Katherine bowed her head respectfully as her father wiped her tears away a second time, gaze boring into her as he silently asked if she understood.

"I got it."Katherine whispered, nodding in understanding and feeling slightly chagrined when he raised an eyebrow, not convinced the first time and she spoke again, more firmer and declared."I understand. It won't happen again."

"No, it won't."Frost asserted with a stern nod of his own, gaze lingering on her features before his eyes drifted down to her hand, his jaw tightening as blood trickled from her palm to the ground."It could be worse but that needs to be wrapped. You're lucky enough to have walked away in one piece."

Simply nodding, Katherine's eyes followed his gaze down to her hand, brows furrowing as she turned it round then back again to study the wound.

"Come on."Fingers motioning beckoningly, Frost unzipped the top of his uniform to tug off the tie, the dapper suit he donned showing from underneath the custom made Joker regalia."Give me your hand."

Silently complying, Katherine held out her hand with her palm upwards and watched while her father wrapped the tie around it once. He then wrapped it around her hand a second time, his manoeuvring of the make shift bandage done with the precision of a man who was proficient in the actions.

And he was. Excluding his boss and his sweetheart Jonny Frost had bandaged up his daughter too many times to count. Starting from her first skinned knee to when she'd first been shot at. Katherine could always trust her father to pick her up whenever she fell.

"Guess it was a blessing in disguise, though."

Katherine resisted a wince as her father pulled on each end of the tie to tighten the grip.

"I'd be burning to death if i'd stayed."

"You can't change it."Frost firmly stated with a quick reproving glance, fingers deftly lacing the ends of the tie to form a loop before he knotted it to ensure it would keep."It was instinct. And it resulted in your survival."

This time. Katherine silently concluded for him. Again. You can't be impulsive.

Katherine shrugged as casually as she could, blowing loose strands that had fallen in front of her eyes again, turning and looking around at the pit of fire that had abated a little. She rapidly blinked as more tears threatened to spill—enraged with herself for allowing herself to shed the earlier tears—and inwardly attempted to convince herself that they were most likely just fine.

They had to be fine.

"What do we do now?"

Her father's eyes flittered up to her face momentarily, silently letting her know that she had his attention.

"Everything—the hideouts, the club, home—is no go. Either ruined or just...impossible to reach."Hands falling back by her sides, fingers flexing against the tie, Katherine's eyes billowed with unfamiliar apprehension."It There's a whole swarm of those...things closing in on us. There's nothing."

"There's us."Frost bluntly asserted, extracting bullets from a pocket on his slacks—it was rare for her father to be without bullets or a handful of weapons on his person—before he began to load up the chamber."You and me. We'll get through this. And Mr. J and Miss Harley...well, they'll come for us."

"Yeah?"Katherine complied when her father motioned for her to raise her arm, fondly smiling as they conversed about the pair in the present. They weren't to be thought of as were, was and definitely not used to be.

"Mr. J doesn't like his work to go to squander. Especially if he's put years into it and it differs from his main objective."Frost absently recounted his boss' word for word, having been told it many a time. Tightening the strap of the holster underneath Katherine's arm, he straightened."It's not part of the bigger picture."

Not part of the bigger picture. Katherine musingly repeated, unsure of how to process it.

"Take these."Her father ordered, extracting more bullets and depositing them in Katherine's awaiting hand. Then, scooping out a handful of the remaining dozen bullets left in his pocket, he began to load up the chamber of his second gun."Use them wisely."

Slowly nodding in understanding, Katherine stared down at the bullets and silently counted them, mentally playing out situations and how much she'd fire before having to ask for more. Once she'd barely reached thirteen, she felt her father grab her hand again. Then one of his many guns being placed in her palm, grip tightening on her reassuringly before he folded her fingers over the weapon.

"Wisely."Katherine restated before, following her father, she started to load up the chamber.

Sliding his gun into his holster, Frost reached into his pocket for more bullets to fill up his second handgun."We can't rely on impulse."

Katherine cleared her throat, fingers soothingly tracing patterns on her swollen stomach as she absently watched her father load up his weapon. The deft capability on how he handled the weapon and how swift he was to use it made her feel all the more protected and secure. It had been that way for as long as she could remember and, at that moment, Katherine needed to feel that way.

Her father was there. Everything had to be okay.

"So what do we do?"Katherine urgently queried after a long bout of silence, lifting her shoulders with a forced, shaky laugh."It's the end of days."

The gun held tightly in his hand, Frost slowly blinked and met his daughter's eyes, parting his lips to reply.

"We put a stop it."

Snapping his mouth shut at the voice and shoulders stiffening when it didn't register, Frost abruptly pivoted on his heel, an arm extending and the gun pointed at the source of the voice. His free arm reached out, his hand clamping down on Katherine's shoulder as he stepped aside, placing his daughter behind him defensibly.

"'ey!"

The figure standing behind them narrowly missed the bullet fired, it gliding just past their ear and shattering a glass window across the street. Katherine's eyes rounded in shock when her eyes settled on the intruder and, once her ears stopped ringing, she lunged out to grab her father.

"Dad! It's fine, it's fine."Katherine reached out and placed a hand on Frost's shoulder."He's safe."

Frost narrowed his eyes dubiously and didn't lower his arm but he did release the trigger, fingers curling around the grip. He remained rooted in front of his daughter protectively, eyes trailing over the impending the group standing across from them. Armed to the teeth with weapons—as well as a man or reptile, Frost wasn't certain—the group was nestled together and soaked by the rain.

"The name's Deadshot."The man gestured to himself with a controlled, faint smile, fingers curling around the grip of his weapon."You must be the old man. You got a good shot. Must run in the family."

Grip tightening around his weapon, Frost's eyes eventually resettled on the person who'd addressed them and been vouched for by Katherine. An assault rifle clutched in his grasp as well as other weapons on his person, Deadshot stood tall and loomed over the others, rain dripping from his chin and a mono-scope eyepatch over one eye.

Frost said nothing nor did he lower his weapon but, taking the other man's silence for curiosity, Deadshot simply hummed. He directed a nod at Katherine over Frost's shoulder who, understanding the silent query, imitated his nod.

Taking a slow step forward, Deadshot kept his weapon lowered as a quiet sign of peace and another reassurance that there was no hostility between them.

"Look, we need all the help we can get, and you ain't got anything else going on."

Glancing over his shoulder at the squad behind him, Deadshot turned back to Frost with an earnest expression.

"So, question is—you want in on this shitshow?"

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