The Stacked Deck, to steal a line from a great movie, you'll never find a greater hive of scum and villainy.
"Ugh,"Dr. Barbara Minerva groaned, trying to fight off her gag reflex. Her heightened sense of smell was not serving her well, the overwhelming scents of vomit, urine and other foul substances emanating from the dive bar across the street, causing her cat like features wrinkle in disgust under her fur. "Please tell me you're joking, Ravager..." Cheetah pleaded with her assigned partner for the night. "This can't be the only place to get information on this Harley woman."
"I don't joke, Cheetah," Rose Wilson, aka Ravager and estranged daughter of the assassin Deathstroke, answered stoically. The young woman turned her good eye to her temporary comrade before continuing,"and while it's not our 'only' option for gathering the intel we need, it 'is' our 'best' option given that we are in competition to find Harley Quinn first." The trained assassin explained as she moved to leave their vantage point on the roof of an abandoned hotel across the street from the bar.
"Wait, please tell me you're not actually taking the Joker's offer seriously...?" The feline woman asked in exasperation, her bemused stare following the silver haired teenager, who then paused and looked back with a questioning expression.
"He paid my fee, thus I am obligated to carry out the contract." Ravager explained in a matter-of-fact manner. It wasn't the entire truth, but Cheetah didn't need to hear anymore. "If he continues to pay, I will continue to work for him. If he doesn't, I will leave."
"So... the fact that he is a complete lunatic doesn't bother you?" Cheetah asked incredulously, she just couldn't understand how this 18 year old 'girl' could be so calm about the idea of working with that madman. Even if Ravager's uniform reflected her father's, her youth just seemed to inspire some unfamiliar maternal instincts in the older villainess.
"No, and if I recall, didn't you escape with him from Arkham?" Cheetah didn't really have an answer to that, so the young mercenary continued, "If the idea of working with him makes you so uncomfortable, then why are you here?"
"I refuse to owe that... man, if he can truly be called that, a favour!" Cheetah hissed, bringing her clawed fingers to the bridge of her nose in frustration at the fact she was working for such vermin as the Joker. "I have no grudge against this Harley Quinn, but if handing her over makes Joker forget I was even part of that breakout, I consider it a small price to pay." The less Barbara had to think about that the better. The Joker wasn't someone she would even wish upon her worst enemy, let alone someone she'd never even met. Just the wide variety of rumours about exactly how the clown had broken Harley Quinn's mind were just some of the many reasons Cheetah felt that way. "And Ravager," the former archaeologist added in a far darker tone, "I will thank you to never compare me to him again."
"So noted, I apologize." Ravager answered professionally to which Barbara nodded in acceptance, losing her threatening demeanour. "Shall we proceed?"
"If we must."