Harley Baby 3
"Ow, hell! I need to remember that I need a new sofa..." murmurs the Joker, sitting upright. He goes out of his study room and goes to their bedroom.
"Harley? It's time to woke up, kid" he says, beaming to the bed. He gets the blanket and shoves it of the bed. No sight of Harley. 'Not again' he thinks. He hates to admit, but he kinda got worried. Harley was a kid, afterall.
"Harley? Where are you? If this is a joke, I am not laughing, kid." He growls. He comes down the stairs and goes to the kitchen. He is startled by a happy kid doing some sandwishes.
"Good morning, sir. I made you breakfast. I hope you like sandwishes and juice." Harley says happily but is interrupted by a cough.
"Sorry for that, sir. Thanks for letting me stay on your bed last night. It really helped my fever." She says, smiling.
"Oh, you're welcome, Harls. But why did you prepare breakfast? You could ask a henchman to do it." He says, sitting on a chair.
"Nah, sir. I thought I would be ungrateful on doing nothing to you. And I didn't know that we have henchmen." She replies while setting the plates in the table.
"Why you keep calling me sir? I prefer Mistah J or Puddin'…" he says beaming to his sandwish.
"Puddin'? Why's that? I prefer sir, anyway." Harley says.
"It's your nickname for me. I hate it, but I kinda miss it, y'know…" he says and looks in the wall clock and exclaimed:
"Oh God! It's almost time for the heist. Quickly, Harley. We have an important things to do today" he says rushing to their bedroom.
"Uhh… sir? Today I was looking for something to wear and I didn't find anything for my size. Do you have some clothes for me?" Harley says with a little voice. This stopped the Joker. She had a point, afterall. She had slept with the clothes that he had finded her and she was still sick.
"Uh… Of course I have something for you, dear. Let me see…" He grabs one of his old jackets and with a knife he cuts off the sleeves.
"Here, take that, kiddo. It will make you warm in the mission." He says, grinning. Harley grins back and take it.
"So, what we are going to do today, sir?"
"It's very important, Harley. We are gonna to run and shoot some guys and maybe fight Bats. It is going to be a blast!" he laughed. Harley smiled but her face was twisted in a curious expression. She coughs more and don't stop this time. When she finally stops, she looked much worse than 5 minutes later. She sniffs and buttons her jacket.
"Let's go, kid!" says the Joker while rushing off their bedroom. He seize her arm and goes to the car.