Please favorite my story if you like it. Chapter gets a bit violent, but it's worth it to see the violent side of a good guy (hint hint). Next chapter will be published on July 15th.
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Chapter 2: An Old Friend and A New Enemy
I slowly walk into the spacious living room where J sits in his favorite chair. I start show off my new costume by twirling around. Mistah J claps and whistles as his eyes ravenously take in my body.
My hair is in braided pigtails that start near my ears and go past my chest. My outfit was tailored by the best in Gotham. With a little persuasion from my J of course.
My bubble gum pink and baby blue leather jeans hug my body. The tightness accentuates my big ass and thighs splendidly. The shirt is my favorite part of the whole ensemble. Especially designed just for me. Keeping the same colors just adding white as the base. All over, except on the different colored sleeves, is the word "ha" in Mistah J's scraggly hand writing. In my loopy, pretty handwriting is "Property of The Joker" on the front of the low cut shirt. I found the most perfect black stilleto heels that I trained to do anything in. With my lips dyed a dark red from the acid already I had no need for makeup so all I had to do was add a few pink and blue diamonds to my cheek just like a jester's.
"Now this is a treat..." Mistah J purrs pulling me into his lap once I walk over. "I love the jester diamonds."
"I know! Aren't they adorable?" I giggle merrily as he takes me to the bedroom to strip me of my gorgeous costume.
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With my new mind I finally see how wrong everyone else was. Being insane is amazing! You're never alone and if I get bored all I have to do is tell Mistah J and we go have fun. Right now I feel extremely bored.
I walk into the kitchen where he's chewing three goons out. I listen in on it interested.
"I fucking told you! I hate vanilla! Now go out, get some chocolate fucking pudding, and when you come back I'm shooting all three of you and throwing you off the roof." The Joker growls pointing his pistol at the middle man.
They run out quickly toppling over each other. I giggle hugging Mistah J from behind.
"What was that about?"
"My goons are stupendously dumb! I asked them to go out and buy me chocolate pudding, but oh no they thought I said vanilla." He growls menacingly.
I kiss his cheek. "They're just big meanie heads... Puddin." I grin happy to find a new nickname for him.
"I like that." He laughs heartily. "Puddin!" He kisses me deeply while giggling. "Now what did you need, Princes?"
"I'm bored. I thought we could go have some fun on the town."
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"Put your fucking hands up!" Mistah J screams to the bank occupants. I hold up double pistols smirking evilly as I stand next to him.
"Puddin can I shoot someone?" I plead pouting up at his stern face.
"Not yet. Shoot the person who moves first." He looks to the cowering people and shouts, "If anyone moves, my little princess shoots you square in the head! No mercy will be given."
I giggle merrily as I watch for any movement from the occupants. I ignore the banker J is growling at to go faster with taking the money out and putting it in the huge duffle bags.
I catch sight of a gaurd moving towards the door. "Don't be a hero, sweetie. You'll only get hurt." I whisper after walking over to him.
I shoot him with both pistols in the back of his head as blood spurts out onto my face. I giggle turning around.
"Such a pretty face." The Joker smirks admiringly at me as I saunter over.
"Are we almost done Puddin?" I ask pouting as I pet his chest with a pistol.
"Yes, princess. We'll be gone in just a minute."
We grab the money filled bags running out the back after shooting the bankers.
"Don't think you'll be leaving with that money." A dark, booming growl echoes through the alley.
Mistah J laughs as he locates the owner of the voice. "Well Bat, I think I will be leaving. Right now in fact." He slings his leg onto his motorcycle. "Come on Harley. Let's get out of here." I hop on quickly.
"That slut isn't happy with you, Joker." Batman growls ferociously. I look up at J as he trembles with rage.
"What did you call her?" He whispers glaring at the ground.
"You heard me. That slut! Will never be ha..." He's cut short as Mistah J punches him from his perch on the overhang between the two buildings. How he got up there is beyond me since he was just in my arms.
"Never call my Princess a slut! She is the happiest she has ever been with me and that will not be ruined!" He screams as his green hair falls raggedly into his eyes.
The Bat looks up at him smiling with a bloody cheek. "We used to be pals Joke. Don't you remember?"
"You betrayed me! You stole away my happiness and my smile! Jumping in that acid was the best decision of my life!" Mistah J yells and I become concerned and confused.
They were friends? I look at my sweet clown as he pants looking down at his arch enemy.
"Harley, start the bike." He growls before kicking Batman in the stomach. He groans in agony as J jumps off the balcony. He climbs onto the bike with me and drives away before his supposed old friend got up.
When we reach the hideout I see Mistah J wipe away angry tears as he gets off the bike.
"Puddin?" I ask him softly.
He turns to me slowly. "Yes Harley?" I almost let out an audible cry when I saw the hurt in his eyes. Instead I rush to hug him.
"That Bat is a mean man. His words don't hurt me." I say into his chest.
"I think it's time for me to tell you about my childhood... I never did discuss it in our sessions at Arkham." I feel him tense at the last word.
We head up to the penthouse. J drags me to the bedroom setting me on the bed. Taking a deep breath he begins his story.
Bruce and I were more than friends. We were brothers. I looked up to him as a role model. He was two years older than me. The two of us did everything together since he was an orphan. One day in our early teen years we were screwing around in the outskirts of town in the tall wheatgrass. Bruce tripped and I ran to help him, but what he tripped on was what made me stop in my tracks. Underneath his feet was a dead, naked man. He screamed and got up so quick almost fell back down. I had been fascinated by it. Bruises ranging from near black to light yellow tarnished the body from head to toe. His head was bashed in with dried blood covering it. When I pushed him over the other side of his face was cut into a gruesome smile. Bruce kept screaming at me to run, but I stared at the mutilated body as something changed in me that day. We never spoke of it again. Soon after our inseparable bond began to show cracks and we became distant. I began to kill the neighborhood strays to paint the smile I saw that day on my face. One day Bruce caught me as I was painting my smile. He screamed so loud it was annoying. When people came running and saw me they sent me off to Arkham Asylum until I was 18. When I got out I heard of this new Batman, but saught out Bruce immediately. We met at his inherited mansion and he showed me his collection of gadgets, rich toys, and last of all his costume. The thing that made him invincible because he could hide. Not from me though. He never was hidden from me and that made him scared. Underneath that bat mask he is just a coward. The day that gave me back my smile was the day Bruce and I became enemies. I was watching over the acid factory that I was a manager at when he barged in decked out in his cowardly attire. He accused my boss of changing people by throwing them in the vats, but killing them afterwards. Him and I got in a huge fight that got very physical. He called me a joke and a psychopath. I felt crushed and climbed onto the rail threatening to jump in. He spat in my face and repeated that I was a joke and with that I fell back hoping to die. When I was pulled out by Penguin I almost jumped back in. He gave me a mirror and told me my smile was back. Sure enough it was and I laughed and laughed.
