A Message to Deliver

Prologue

The Joker sat in an old disused warehouse in Gotham's industrial district, whilst Harley Quinn nursed his bruises.

"Ow!" he winced as she dabbed the damp napkin on his cheek and he smacked her hand away, pressing a hand to it.

"Sorry, puddin' but this is the only way I'm gonna get rid of those bruises of yours! Blame the Dork Knight, not me." Harley Quinn went for his cheek again, prompting another recoil from the Joker.

"No! I'll just wait it out." Harley Quinn put the bottle and rag down on a nearby table that groaned under the pressure.

"You know, I like Bats but I'd like him a lot more if he didn't feel the need to wail on me at every opportunity."

Harley sat on his lap, her legs on the armrest of the chair and her arms around the Joker. He seemed not to even notice her as she spoke.

"I'm sure you'll think of somethin', sweetie. You're ever so smart." She stared at him with loving eyes, which he did not meet.

"I don't know. It's just so boring around here. I come up with a plan, Batman brings out some counter-plan, beats me up, rinse and repeat. I wish something would come along and-!"

There was shouting from downstairs and Harley jumped off the Joker and walked over to the door.

"I'll see what those bozos are up to, Mr J. You just relax."

The door closed and Joker slumped back in his chair, shutting his eyes and letting himself be lost in his imagination. He then remembered what was in his imagination and his eyes quickly snapped open to the sound of gunfire.

Harley staggered through the door, clutching her shoulder. Fresh, red blood escaped through the gaps between her finger and her face was bunched up with pain.

"Mr...J. Run..." was all she could manage to say before she collapsed on the floor, her blood forming into a little pool spreading out from her shoulder.

The Joker jumped over her and sprinted towards the door. He slammed it and used all of the locks to keep whatever was gunning down his men away from him. He sprinted over to the emergency exit and paused, looking back at Harley struggiling for life on the floor. He sighed, rolled his eyes and ran back to her, scooping her up in a fireman's lift.

Something pounded on the door and the Joker ran towards the emergency exit, wrenching it open and running into the night as the door was blasted off its hinges.

-H-

Commissioner Gordon sat at home, sipping a mug of coffee with his feet up on the coffee table. He had been in a particularly long meeting with the mayor, who he found rather irritating and wanted nothing more to relax. He checked the clock. Eighteen minutes to midnight. This made it all the more peculiar when there was a knock on the door.

Gordon straightened up, staring at the door. There was another knock. It sounded impatient and so he quickly got up and walked over to it, holding his gun in one hand.

He pulled the door open and his eyes widened when he saw a panting Joker, holding a near-dead Harley Quinn in his arms. Gordon put his gun away and Joker handed him Harley. They stared at each other in silence for a while.

"I didn't know...where Batman lived..." panted Joker, who gave a weak grin and then passed out, leaving Gordon standing dazed in the doorway of the apartment.

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