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Joker POV

The abandoned warehouse in the Narrows of the city was the perfect place. No one could see past the barbed wire fence that surrounded the property, unless of course, like me, you were already on the other side. It towered up for numerous storeys, many of the windows were busted and the bricks were sprouting moss and vines

Harls and I made our way down the dank hallway, the gang followed. After months of meticulous planning, things were finally coming to a head. Speaking of, the Head of the Taccone crime family was moments away from a meeting with yours truly. And what a meeting it shall be! I have every intention of dragging it out, after all we've all come a long way tonight, and it has taken a lot out of us, especially my poor Harley. At the thought of Harley, I wanted to go back to our stolen penthouse and drag her into our bed and never let her go, maybe this could be over within the hour…

Just behind me I could practically hear Harley's smile. I dared glance at her, and was greeted with the most gleeful grin I had ever seen.

"Whatchya' smilin' at Harls?" I asked, slightly irritated.

"I just love ya, Mistah J! You look amazing tonight Puddin'… have you done something with your hair?"

She reached out to touch my green locks, but I swatted her hand away. Instead of putting her hand down completely though, she held onto mine, leaving me slightly thrown off. I didn't press her on it, besides I had grown… fond of her recently. We continued walking to the end of the building, to the stairs that would lead us to our target. Stealthily as possible on the crumbling staircase we made our way to the top floor, me first, followed by Harley and at least 6 others. Once on the highest level, I turned to engage the group, motioning for Harley to stand by my side.

"Right gentlemen, this is how it's gonna work," I cleared my throat dramatically but kept my voice low, "The boss man is in the next room, however rumour has it he's a hard nut to crack, and lets just say if he doesn't comply exactly to what I want… well, we all know how it'll end, don't we Harley"

"Right you are, Mistah J!" She beamed at me, a kind of sickeningly sweet smile of unwavering dedication. I smirked to myself, she really was adorable. Taking a steadying breath I prepared myself for our little meeting, before practically breaking down the door. I waltzed into the room, only to be met by none other than the whole Taccone family, who stood up abruptly at the intrusion.

"Hmmm, Tony Taccone, where are y- there you are! Poor lamb doesn't count so well, huh? Thought there was only supposed to be one of ya', not all of ya'!" I laughed manically, "Nice to meet you all, I'm the Joker! Might I know who all of you are?" I asked, in the same way you might ask a child why they decided to eat paste. I wasn't surprised when none of them answered, my mood sobered considerably.

"Now, either I'm going deaf in my old age, or you have, and I doubt it's me." Harley giggled, blushing when I winked at her, "Anyways, where are my manners, please sit yourselves down!" I gestured at them, and they complied reluctantly. I took up a chair at the head of the table, sitting Harley on the arm of the chair and wrapping my arm around her tiny waist.

"So here's what I propose." I ignored the man making eyes at Harley, "You and your goons infiltrate Wayne Enterprise, get on every level," I'm definitely ignoring that, "Get as much information on the place as possible, rake in the chips, and whatever you get, I get half of it." I finished triumphantly, my free arm in the air, which shook slightly from rage. "Oh and let me get one thing straight, anyone else makes eyes at my girl and they'll be ripped out of your face, understood?"

At least members of the family stood up and started to protest, causing me to slam my hand on the table, Harley, amongst others, jumped. Denying the buzzing in my hand I stared at the man who had looked at Harls, no not looked, he had assessed her, practically groping her with his eyes, I wasn't having that.

"You, what's your name?" I said, eyes boring into his.

"Albaldo, freak." He spat, glaring back at me, "You think you can negotiate half of our profits for nothing? You're mad!"

"Let me tell you a few things about myself, Albaldo. One, I'm not a freak, two I'm not… I'm not mad. And thirdly, the money you are giving me will help you out. Listen, the money you will give me will fund the death of your number one enemy, the Batman. Seem fair?" My voice was low in my throat and my temper was quickly reaching tipping point.

"How would you like to take this outside, freak…? He smirked at me, a dangerous, predatory smile, "Then we can prove to your bitch who the better man is."

"Hey!" Harley jumped up angrily, giving me enough time to leap to my feet and push the idiot Italian through an already broken window, and with that he fell to the ground, twelve floors below. It was over before no one really registered what had happened, not until I lunged at the next family member. Then the whole room erupted, clowns versus an Italian crime family, angry versus annoyed, sane versus the criminally insane. Colors flew, purples and greens against black and grey pinstripe, with ruby red highlights. I threw precise punches to two of the Taccone brood, trying to gain enough time to retrieve my flick knife from my pocket. The window of opportunity arose, and I slashed one of them across the throat, warm red liquid coating my face and hands. I killed the other attacker much quicker, yet dragging it out enough to enjoy the look of horror and pain on his face as the life drained out of him.

I spun around to see all of my men engaging the remaining Taccone's. But I couldn't spot the one face I needed to see: Harley. Where was she? Then I heard a cry, coming from the staircase. I stormed out of the door and to my horror saw Harley being pursued by two mob goons. I approached the group, bearing my knife, when one of them grabbed her and pushed her down the stairs. I cried out and ran at them, grounding one of them in the process, hearing a satisfying crack. I dared not look at Harley's form at the bottom of the stairs; for fear that I would find my body gravitating towards hers. Instead, I decided to finish the job at hand, murdering her attackers. I started with the one who wasn't cradling his leg on the floor. I grabbed his oversized body by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him towards me.

"You think it's ok to treat a lady like that, huh? You think it's ok, knowing whom she belongs to, to go and pull a stunt like that?" I looked pointedly at him, watching the sweat forming over his brows mixing with the blood of our battle. He was trying not to let the look of fear reach his eyes, but he was unsuccessful. I opened my flick knife once more.

"You look nervous… why do all of you people take things so seriously? You need to learn to smile! Lemme tell ya' a joke. There once was this handsome fella, looked a lot like me, actually, and he had this girl. She lurrvvved her man, and well, he was very fond of her too. So one day, they're own business when some pig headed small-dicks come up to her and push her down a flight of stairs. Her man doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. And you know what he does? He kills the guys! Isn't that just hilarious?" Before he could answer I had already plunged the knife deep into his heart, watching his eyes bulge as he doubled over from the blow. I could almost hear him choking on his own blood as it traveled up his throat, I retrieved my knife from his body and wiped it on his shirt, it was already soaked in blood so what difference would it make? Just as victim no. 1 fell on the floor, victim no. 2 stood, limping slightly as he tried to run at me, but failing, only to fall onto me instead. Luckily my knife hadn't got any of his vitals… yet. I wanted to drag this out, since I had the luxury of time, what with my henchmen still grappling with a couple of remaining family members.

I pushed Harley's attacker to his feet, grabbing his swollen face between a gloved hand to keep him from falling. This time I didn't say anything, only glowered at him, making sure his eyes locked with mine. I was glad that the last thing he ever saw would be me welcoming him into hell. I smiled at him, a sick, demonic smile, before stabbing him repeatedly. He screamed out as I continued my assault on him, covering the both of us. Soon his cries died down and I felt his breathing against my arm cease. Quickly I dropped his corpse and ran down the stairs to where Harley was lying. She looked like a rag doll, strewn carelessly across the floor. I almost chocked out a sob, almost but not quite. I knelt down next to her, checking her pulse. Her heart beat faintly, but regularly.

"C'mon Dollface, wake up for ya' Mistah J. Please, Harley Baby, open your eyes!" I began to shake her, starting to panic, when she began to stir. For a moment she didn't open her eyes, but when her baby blues met mine, and focused properly, she took one look at me, and started to scream frantically.