A/N: Welcome, readers, to the sequel to An Indelible Smile! Just a little note before I actually start the story. You know, your basic things like review (For every review I don't get, I'll blow up a hospital :3) and warnings (Rated M for the same stuff as the last chapter; language, violence, probably some sexual content). It might be a little more graphic, but I dunno yet. OH YEAH! This one in is The Joker's POV. So without further ado, the story begins.

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Chapter 1

I sat calmly on what barely passed off as a bed in what was more of a prison cell than a room. Ah, Arkham asylum; it was good to be home. But sometimes you just had to leave the nest. I waited patiently until it happened. The lights flickered slightly until they finally went out completely. There was a click, indicating that the electric lock on the door had deactivated itself. It was only a matter of time now.

I continued to sit there and wait, when the door opened slowly. A familiar face poked through and broke into a smile. "Puddin!" It squealed happily.

I got up and pushed past her, "It took you long enough." I barked harshly. "Where the fuck were you? I said in six months I wanted to get out, not in four years."

Harley looked up at me, "I'm sorry, Mistah J. But after you were gone, it was only me! The others went to find somewhere else to –"

I put up and hand to silence her. I didn't want to hear this right now. "Do you have the van?"

"Yeah! It's parked right outside!"

I nodded, "Well, come on. I don't want to get caught by any buffoon who realized that crazies can escape." And with that, I began walking swiftly out of the asylum.

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"Puddin, you don't know how much I missed you." Harley rambled from the passenger's seat of the van.

It was the next morning and she still hadn't shut up yet. I rubbed my temples as I drove without a real destination. Christ, I had to get some more henchmen and fast. I couldn't put up with this for another minute.

"And when the others left, I was just so lonely." She brightened, "But now you're back, and we can be together like before and –"

"Harley, shut up." I pulled into a parking space and cut the engine. I stared forward not trusting my eyesight. Was I really as crazy as they said?

"Why are we at a park?" Harley asked loudly.

"Shut. Up." I turned to glare at her briefly before deciding that I would deal with it later. Facing forward once more, I watched as a woman with long black hair and smile-shaped scars scooped a little boy up into her arms and carried him to the children's playground. She set him on a swing and pushed him while he laughed. I blinked once or twice, trying to determine if I was just dreaming her up again.

"Puddin, what are we doing?" Harley whined, "I don't want to stay here anymore!"

Finally, I couldn't take her voice any longer. I reeled my hand back and smacked her in the face. Silently glowering, I started the car again and put it in reverse. As I drove on to a more dangerous part of Gotham to find some worthy henches, I immersed myself in thoughts. She had grown her hair out.

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Hey look! Another author's note: I know this chapter was short, and maybe a little iffy, but it was just a starter for the story so don't give up on it! The next one's going to be a lot better, I promise.