So this is completely different from the other one shot, in this one, Harley survives.
As J pulled her out of the vat, he carried her and hugged her tight, pressing as much of her to him as possible. He wanted her newly reformed body tucked to him, his new possession as near to him as possible.
"Mr. J. I can walk." Harley giggled and smiled.
"I know baby." He smiled and licked his lips, ignoring the acidic burn that came in turn.
He frowned Harley winced, her body tensing and her muscles tightening in pain. "Owee." She pouted. As he sat her down in the car he watched a tear slide it's way down her cheek, making it hurt more.
"I know baby." He growled at one of the henchmen to get another henchmen to start a bath in his bedroom. Now their bedroom.
J quickly drove to his temple, picked Harley up, and helped her strip out of the painfully burning clothes stinging and sticking to her body. He undressed himself and again picked her up, carefully lowering her and himself in the huge garden tub. Joker braced himself for pain, a little from the aching acid, but mostly for the indescribable pain he felt when Harley screamed out in agony. "I know kitten." Her body shook in pain as he washed off the acidic goop, slathering her body in patches of pain, her pale skin now red. He was more accustomed to the pain than she was, and quickly washed himself off.
She stopped screaming and he looked down. He saw that she'd passed out from the pain and she was lim in his arms again. Her breathing was shallow and he growled in anger.
But this was weird for him. He was angry that she was hurt. He didn't feel like this. Not anymore. Dress s
He dressed her in one of his shirts before he tucked them both in.
It was three days before she woke up, and when she did, Joker was there to watch over her.