POISONED BAZOOKA JOKES

PROLOUGE

ARE YOU SURE MISTAH J?

Harley never considered herself a team player. With Mistah J. it wasdifferent. They were partners not a team of three, but to pull this one offthey needed another person. Just one more and yet that really didn't changehow she felt on the subject. She liked being the only female within spittingdistance of Mistah J.

"Who do ya think, Puddin'?" Harley asked the Joker with a huge grin. Sheloved being in his company, especially right after a break out from Arkham. Hewas always in a wonderful mood then. She liked sitting next to him in the caras he looked out his window admiring Gotham speeding by, not that there wasmuch to admire. Though his grin was huge, usually was when he had a plan andthis time his plan, though she only had a very minimal amount of info, waswonderful, or atleast she knew it would be, and was sure to be absolutelybanana sandwich.

The Joker gave Harley a teasing grin. He knew exactly who he wanted to helpwith the job. He was The Joker for heaven's sakes. He had planned and pulledthe biggest heists Gotham had ever and would ever see. He had escaped Gothammore times then anybody else and. last but not least, avoided the clutches ofBatman more than any other villain could even fathom. People seemed to thinkthat because his face was painted like a clown he didn't plan but he did. Andthis time he had it all figured out and every detail thought out for hislittle plan.

"Who else but someone who knows how to use what the good lord gave 'em!"Joker exclaimed with a rather hysterical laugh and enough enthusiastic run New York City for an entire day.

In a way when he got like this it scared Harley but, in a good way. She lovedseeing that maniacal grin and hearing that twisted laugh. It made her feel socomfortable, so safe, so secure. 'Weird how Mistah J. is so excited about thisplan.' Harley thought. Though she wasn't too upset at the idea of who shethought he meant. After all they did get along. For the most part. Still,Harley didn't like sharing the female spotlight.

"Are ya sure Mistah J.? I mean, she's not necessarily the badest of themall." Harley questioned without sounding doubtful. She knew how Joker got whensomeone doubted him and that was never a pretty sight. Especially if you wereunlucky enough to be the one doubting him. For some people, though very few,it wasn't as bad as it was when she doubted him and she knew that. She triedher hardest not to make him angery and usually took out any doubt when it cameto questioning him.

"Har, Do I detect a bit of jealousy?" The Joker raised his eyebrows with atruly amused look on his face. Harley could tell that she wasn't in troublefor questioning him but she wasn't off the hook for wanting to be the onlyfemale getting any attention. It was obvious to him that she wanted to be theonly villaness in this plan. 'To bad for Harley.' His plan was set and noteven Harley Quinn could change that.

"Jealous of what, Puddin'? She hasn't even got buds! Get it buds?" BothHarley and Joker started laughing. Harley loved when she came up with her ownclever little puns. Joker seemed to have them down so easily and she wasreally jealous, but not too much.

"Well, if your not Jealous, Har, then there's no reason why she can't joinus." Joker said tickling Harley's chin. He knew that he was in control but,Harley was emotionally fragile and if he shattered her emotions his planswould shatter too. "Besides your my one and only." He said stretching it out abit more then need be. Still if he wanted Harley to be all in, he knew he hadto be as well.

It wasn't that he didn't care about Harley. Yes she was important to him. Butshe was disposable. Very disposable. He gave her a reassuring glance and aloving touch on the shoulder.

Harley lit up and her grin shot ear to ear. The Joker really was in a goodmood and Harley absolutely loved it when Joker got all loving like that. Itwas all that she could really hope for. Even after a breakout from Arkham and a the smell of freedom mixed with anew, and completely oblivious driver, The Joker was rarely this happy andHarley loved it.

"Okay, Mistah J.! You do normally know what's best!" she said planting a peckon his cheek. Besides she didn't particularly mind their soon to beaccomplice. She kept her face kinda close to his after giving him the peck. The Joker decided to pull things out again despite the unimportance of it.

"Give daddy some real sugar!" he said kissing Harley on the lips andbeginning a make-out session in the back seat of the car. The driver continuedto drive around aimlessly. He knew better than to interrupt Joker ever. Surehe had heard every word but he knew better then to rat on the Joker. That wassuicide and to be honest he wasn't quite ready to die though he probably wouldin the process of this new mission, even he knew that if you worked for theJoker you weren't likely to be around for much long.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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