Chapter 4: Laughter is the best medicine (Harley's point of view)
The moment she saw the bat, she knew she was in trouble. Her pregnant ass could barely move, but she could still handle a gun the way a lady should. Larry was a goner. The doctor in her knew as soon as he punctured the carotid artery, he was done for.
Doing the best she could to be quiet, she hid in Mister J's study. That's where his presence was obvious. His scent clung to everything. Unfortunately, he was not there. He was trying to save up so they could move with his jobs at night. The joker was actually trying to have a normal life. But, of course. The bat had to go ruin it all.
Hearing the door open, she cocked her gun, aiming it at her head. "Miss Quinn. I will not hesitate to kill that abomination in your womb if you do not lower your gun." Harley sniffled, her eyes watery at her growing child not seeing her smiling face.
She lowered the gun, wiping her eyes. "What the hell do you want, b-man? Mistah J ain't here and I'm not in the mood to deal with your brooding self."
"I didn't come for him, I came for you." He said, his chin jutting out rather unattractively.
"Mistah J wouldn't like you touchin me. So's you best keeps your hands off, creep!" She shot back, her smile turning into a frown.
Harley had one thought. 'Where were her babies?'
"BABIES!" She called out, her hyenas did not respond. "What have you done to my babies?! BABIES!" She tried to push past him, but he stopped her by her throat, tightening his grip when she tried to get away.
"They're tied up, I didn't hurt them."
She visibly relaxed, feeling the weight of the day on her. "Mind if I sit, b-man? I am 8 months pregnant, after all."
When she turned her back, her smile once again faded as she fell unconscious. Her small frame caught by the batman.
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When she came to, a couple hours later, she immediately tried to run, but she was tied to the bed, quite skillfully, she might add. If she didn't know any better, she would've said her puddin tied those ropes.
Batman sat on the phone, Harley strained to hear, but she did, however, hear her Joker's booming voice. Oh, he was so sexy when he was mad... Focus Harl!
"Come and get her then." Was all The Bats said and shut the phone, throwing it across the room.
"Hey! I had to pay for that!" Harley said in protest, a frown now permanently plastered on her face.
"Shut up! I was this close to him! And he outsmarted me again!" Her raised his hand as if to slap her and Harley went shock still, her body curling up to protect the baby.
He dropped his hand to his side, surprised at himself. "I-I'm so-"
"Don't even apologize." She said acidly. "In the end, you're more like him, a criminal, a nothing." She said, smiling, her laughter echoing off of the walls.
"Shut up! SHUT UP!" He said, punching the wall. She finally got to him. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Come on, bats. Don't be mad because your eyebrows are thicker than your dick!"
Harley howled in laughter, laughing so hard she thought she was going to pee.
Her laughter was silenced by her puddin' walking in, (rather anti-climatically she could add. No explosions, no laughing gas, nothing. What's croc. Heh. Killer croc.)
"What's so funny Harley?" Her asked, grinning. "And Why so serious, bats?"
Sorry for the wait, wasn't feeling my muse, hope you like this chapter. Don't own anything. No copyright infringement intended. Also, keep in mind I'm trying to write this is a psycho's point of view, whether it is Joker or Harley. I will make random jokes and lead into a different topic than the one started because mentally ill patients are proven to have multiple thought strains at one time. Hence, the voices. Thanks and rate and review!