Hey guys! Sorry if I don't update for a while I am working on another oblivion fanfiction 'Dark Family' you should check it out. Warning! Violent Scenes to come viewer discretion is advised.
Harley fell to the floor and cried in her hands. She couldn't believe she was going to have a baby. Worst of all what was the Joker going to say or do to her. The thought of this made her cry harder.
"Harley, if you want to stay with me you can." Pamela said patting her back.
"No Red! I have to tell him." Harley got up and picked up the tests.
"And I'm going to do it now." Harley started to walk out the door but was stopped.
"Whoa whoa whoa! You're just gonna go and tell him!" Harley nodded in reply.
"You don't me to come with you?" she nodded no and walked to her bike. She hopped on and drove away. The closer she got to the house the more she got scared. She prayed that he wouldn't do anything bad to her.
When she pulled up to their house and slowly walked to the door. She walked in with the bag of tests close to her chest. She walked into the kitchen and didn't see the Joker. She loosened her grip on the tests and sighed. All of the sudden she fell arms wrap around her. She jumped and knew it was him.
"What's that?" he asked grabbing the tests. She quickly grabbed them back and started crying.
"What happened?" he said hugging her. She pulled out the tests and showed him all five. His face turned from sympathetic to furious.
"What are those?" He growled.
"Please don't be mad at me!" she felt her heart start to beat faster as he got closer to her.
"What…did…I….tell….you!?" he grabbed her and moved her head to look at him. She started to sob and tried to get away but his grip was too strong.
"You look nerves." "I need to punish you Harley!"
"PLEASE DON'T KILL OUR BABY!" she screamed in fear as he pulled his switchblade out.
"I'm not going to, after all I helped make it, but if I let you get away with everything people will think I am picking favorites." He walked her over to a chair and tied her arms to it. Once she was secure he straddled her and pulled out his switchblade and held it close to her face.
"Hmm…now you don't look very happy, what are we going to do about that?" he stuck the blade in her mouth. Her cries were now mixed with screams of fear as the blade pushed in the side of her mouth.
"I will be here when it's done." He said kissing her forehead. He stared to carve the left side of her face as she screamed as loud as she could. The blood was now running down her face like a waterfall. Once he was finished with that side he went to the right. Her shirt was stained with blood along with his gloves. Once he was finished he put his hand on the bottom of her face.
"Keep your mouth shut." He got up and got a rag with warm water on it. He got down and rinsed the blood off her face. He sat back and admired the cuts that were similar to his. He walked to the bathroom and got a new rag, rubbing alcohol, and his stitching kit. He untied her and led her to the bathroom. He lifted her up onto the counter.
"This is going to hurt." He grabbed the rag and put the alcohol on it. He held her hand and put the rag on her face with the other hand. She started to cry but the world seemed to slow down. She started to slip away into a deep sleep. She passed out. He laid her down and began to stich her cuts shut. Once he was done he changed her clothes and washed all the blood off of her. He tucked her into the bed and sat beside her. He kissed each cut and wrapped his arms around her soon falling asleep.