Harley Quinn looked at the test again. Just to be sure that she wasn't losing her mind. She felt her self grow lightheaded as she slumped to the floor. "It can't be..." she murmured to herself. "Oh, if Mistah J finds out..." She tugged at one of her blonde pigtails and took several deep breaths. "C'mon, Harl, you're not gonna throw up," she said, as her stomach began to turn.
But Harley couldn't hold it in. She leaned over the toilet bowl and emptied her stomach. "Oooh..." She groaned, wiping her mouth. She picked the test back up and stared at it. Two red lines. Sharp and defined. She was supposed to be on the pills. But Harley hadn't gotten a refill. And she couldn't just refuse Joker a few days ago when he had wanted to...
Harley shook her head. "I'm not dealing with this right now," she said, throwing the test into the garbage. "I'll... I'll take care of it later." And with that, she slammed the bathroom door behind her. But she knew she couldn't run away from this. Joker would find out sometime. And when that time came, Harley had no idea what could happen.