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Let's Do Something Fun

– The Enchantress

J•O•H•N•N•Y

"I'm convinced Hadlynn and Roscoe are sleeping together." Angela states suddenly and I raise my brow and sit by her on the bed.

"Where'd you come up with that?" I run a hand over my stubble and she looks at me.

"Don't act like you haven't thought the same thing." She scoffed. "He's suddenly so interested in making sure she doesn't sleep with her batshit crazy ex."

"Doesn't mean anything. He's looking out for his friend." I shrug.

"Men aren't just simply friends with her. She gets in their heads, twists her way into their subconscious and controls them. That's why Joker hasn't skinned her alive yet. They're both controlling and manipulative." She shakes her head and I stifle a laugh. "What's so funny?" She furrows her brows.

"You're completely oblivious." I rub my eyes.

"To what?"

"How many times J's actually attempted to kill her but Harley's gotten in the way."

"Maybe a few times." She sighs. "I'm so stupid."

"Don't say that," I shake my head.

"I am! I'm stupid. Roscoe's stupid. My marriage is stupid." She rolls her eyes. "Not the fun kind of stupid. There's a difference in stupid and then stupid. Stupid is completely idiotic and possibly life threatening. Stupid is the fun kind. Like doing shots or streaking or hey, threesome." She tells me and I chuckle. "I've spent my life trying to expose myself to as much stupid as possible to get my wild years behind me. And the lack of just plain stupid has thrown me off my game. I need some good, ole classic stupid.

I look at her again, and she smiles at me.

"I know somethin stupid you can do." I tell her and before either of us comprehend what's happening, I kiss her.

We pull away after a moment and she really thinks about what she's doing for a moment.

"If we do this," she breathes quickly. "We'll be no better than them." She argues softly.

We stare at each other, at least a minute and she pounces on me, and my back hits the mattress as she falls on me, her hands pulling at my shirt.

"Johnny!" Esther's voice pulls me back to reality and I look at her.

Her eyes practically bare into my soul and it's as if she reads every thing that's run through my mind my entire life.

"I don't want to explain shit to you. You're her mom, not mine. Get the fuck out." I practically bark as I motion to the door, crossing my arms as I lean back in my chair.

"I am not here because I want to be. I am here," she looks around to check for anyone close by. "on behalf of J."

"Well, You're wasting your time. That bastard ruined my life. My first marriage was shit because of him, and my entire second marriage was a thousand times worse."

"Your second marriage was fucked because she was stubborn and so were you." She snaps at me. "It's not J's fault neither of you knew how the hell to stay out from under other people."

I huff and rub my face, glancing at the guard at the door of the large visiting room.

"He's got Roscoe. He don't need me. You tell him that." I hiss.

"He's not going to want to hear that. And you know how he is when he hears something he does not like, Johnny."

"I been with him for years, Esther. I know how he is. That don't change shit. I don't want to go back to bein' his bitch."

"Then be his friend." She says sternly. "God knows he needs somebody."

"He's got you. And Harley. He's got his people."

"We're your people, too." She tells me. "You have your son, Johnny. If you won't come back for J, at least come back for Vincent."

"Don't use my only child against me."

"You also have a daughter," her words hit me like bricks and I look at her.

"What?" I furrow my brows.

"We all know you and Angela had a fling."

"It was one time!" I argue.

"It doesn't matter: it was enough to get her pregnant and now she's had the child and guess what? It sure as hell looks nothing like Roscoe."

"I thought she was pregnant with his baby. She told me it was his."

"Well she lied. She told J and Harley that is indeed yours and the skin tone and characteristics are proof of it. Roscoe doesn't know yet. But when he finds out, he's sure as hell going to want an explanation. And you can't give him one of you're trapped in here, now can you?"

"I don't owe him shit. Him and Hadlynn—"

"—Were just friends." She cuts me short. "At least take responsibility for your actions for the sake of your son. Show him not to coward away from confrontation. Show him that it's okay to fuck up and claim responsibility for something, even when it's something you're ashamed of." She looks at me pleadingly and shake my head a little.

"I'm coming back for my son. I'm not comin' back to work for J. I'm done with that."

"Deal." She raises her brows.

"Alright." I nod, my brows furrowed, unsure. "Make sure you tell him that, got it?"

"I will." She nods before standing to go.

{Flashback – 2 Years Ago}

"Why aren't you sleepin'?" I ask Hadlynn.

We're laying in bed but I can tell she's wide awake.

"I'm not very tired, Johnny." She replied gently and I turn to face her in the dark.

"And why not?" I grumble.

"I just can't." She shrugs and I roll my jaw angrily.

"Are you ever fuckin' happy?" I ask her angrily and she flinches at my time of voice.

"I–I am, I just—"

"—Then why the fuck aren't you sleepin'?! What the hell do you have to be so god damned uptight about that you can't fuckin' sleep, Hadlynn?! Huh?!" I raise my voice and she gulps.

"Johnny, Joker and Harley are right down the hall; they might hear you—" I back hand her and sit up, getting out of bed.

"I don't give a fuck if they fuckin' hear me. I'm tired of you never bein' satisfied." I turn the light on and she sits up, her hand placed over where I hit her.

I change from my pajamas and start pulling on one of my suits.

"Johnny—"

"—What the fuck do you want? I'll go get it, right now. What the fuck will make you happy so you can sleep?" I ask harshly.

"Johnny, I don't need anything."

"Obviously you do. This is the fourth night in a row you ain't been sleepin'. Tell me what you fuckin' want and I'll go get it."

"I don't want anything, I promise, Johnny." She says honestly and I roll my jaw and chuckle darkly.

"You got me out of bed, at 2:30 in the mornin', and you don't even need anything?" I cock my head and she squeezes her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks to her neck. "You ungrateful bitch." I hiss and she shakes her head.

"Johnny, I wasn't trying to be." She shakes her head frantically and I smile inwardly, cruel intentions coming to mind.

I grab her ankle and yank her to the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off.

Her wide eyes are practically consumed with fear and I put both of my hands on either side of her head and lean over her.

I can tell she's holding back a sob when my lips gently press to hers.

Sex was the only way to keep me from hitting her.

She knew that by now.

So of course when I go to pull one of my shirts off of her, she obliged and kept her mouth shut.

J•O•K•E•R

I walk in the house, after getting back from the club to talk with Leon, and hear loud music blaring up stairs. As I start up the stairs, I realize it's rap music.

"Dear god." I whisper.

I open the bedroom door, and sigh.

Harley's against the wall, upside down with her legs bent at the knee, the souls of her feet pressed together.

"Harley, what ya doin?"

"I want these damn kids out, J." Harley tells me tiredly. "I wanna drink coffee. I wanna drink alcohol again. I wanna have my sex life back." She groans. "It's hard to be a lean, mean, sex machine when I have the fucking Brady Bunch sprouting in my uterus."

"So you're . . . ?"

"Five cans of Sardines, and goin' on my second hour of yoga." She replies.

"And you're listening to rap music because?"

"I was listening to nursery rhymes so I case I have to pop the little shits out like a gum ball machine here and now, they'll enter the world to 'Jesus Loves The Little Children' and 'Ring Around The Rosie' but then I got angry and I figured listening to some Kevin Gates would help and ya know what it did, J?"

"What'd it do?"

"Well the first song that came on was about him finding his girlfriend's friend more attractive than his actual girlfriend and they're fucking around behind her back and the whole time he's tellin' her not to tell anybody. And I figured that was all too familiar to me. So it made me angrier. So I changed the song. And then guess what happened?"

"Do Tell." I rub my aching forehead.

"Next song plays is about his significant other kickin' him out of their house and he's confused because they're supposed to be in love and he didn't understand. Again, ALL TOO FAMILIAR, so I changed the song again."

"Then what?" I growl.

"'Tap Out' came on and it reminded me of that one time we stayed up all night havin' sex in the car and my foot hit the radio and that song came on. Now I'm horny and grumpy and bitter and pissed and too damn fat to do anything about any of those things right now."

I fall back on the bed and in a few seconds the music ceases and I'm joined by Harley.

"No more kids after this." I tell her sharply.

"Because I wanted more." She grumbles sarcastically. "We haven't had sex in months." She points out. "MONTHS, J, MONTHS."

"I've been enjoying being able to get a good nights sleep." I aggravate her and she hits me.

"Well I can feel my heart beat in my pussy!" She outbursts and I wince and grab my pillow, putting it over her face. "And it feels like I got a horned toad up in there—" I interrupt her muffled voice.

"—I'm getting some incredibly unnecessary visuals and they're making me uncomfortable." I state half kidding and she hits me again. "How do you think I felt when you'd leave me with blue balls everyday at Arkham?" I chuckle, taking the pillow off her face.

"This ain't funny, J. I need sex."

"Shit, Harley, You need a damn Valium . . . And a nap. Fuck the sex." I say harshly.

"I'm tellin' you exactly that, when I ain't pregnant anymore and you wanna hop on it." She hisses.

"A couple days after you give birth you'll be tryin' to get a piece of Joker Pie." I close my eyes.

Her hand suddenly slides over my thigh and grabs at my groin through my pants, her lips seductively pressing to my neck.

Within several seconds I'm hard as a rock, and turn to kiss her but she darts away.

"Nah ah." She gets off the bed.

"What?! Where ya goin'?" I sit up and she walks to the door.

"To take a Valium and have a nap."

"You're Satan." I complain, trying to readjust myself.

Esther suddenly comes in and I sit up, trying to hide my boner.

"I just got Aleehya to go to sleep." She tells me.

I examine her, her hairs a reck and she looks like she hasn't slept in days. A weird stain covers the collar of her tank top and baby formula powders some of the bottom of her hair.

"You look like hell." I inform her and she takes her heeled boot off and throws it at me.

"I feel like hell." She says, taking the other one off and kicking it to the side. "Staying up all with a child that isn't even mine."

"Now you know how I felt staying up with Vinny." I reply.

"Staying up with a child whose mother I don't even like!" She pipes, throwing her hands up.

"You're a Good Samaritan." I pat her head and she groans and rests her head on my arm.

"I'm exhausted, J." She says sleepily.

"Yeah?" I raise a brow and she nods.

"I haven't slept in days. And for what? To take care of a kid that's the result of an affair?"

"What Angela and Johnny did is not the kid's fault, Esther."

"Roscoe doesn't even know he's coming home to another man's baby." She says next and I look at her. "He doesn't deserve this. He's been loyal and faithful to her. He's not perfect, but he loves her and he doesn't need this."

"Him and Angela will have to talk it out when he gets back from Chicago." I inform her.

"Have you heard anything back on that?" She asks.

"Deal was closed successfully. I'll be receiving four times as much ammunition and drugs, and money starting next Monday."

"You better pay him a good amount of the profits you make because he could've been killed for going over there in your place."

"I couldn't have gone even if I wanted to. Harley's gonna bust any day now and I didn't want to risk missing her giving birth. Again."

"Roscoe missed Angela giving birth, J." She looked up at me.

I stay quiet and she furrows her brows at me.

"It was a week and a half trip. The doctor gave her between 3-5 days before she gave birth and you sent him out the day after her doctor's appointment."

"Coincidence." I snap, standing up.

"You knew she slept with Johnny, you knew she had an affair and got pregnant so you sent Roscoe away to give her enough time to either come up with her excuse or her lie explaining why her baby wasn't his!"

"Hey!" I turn around and point a finger at her. "I assumed she fucked Johnny and I assumed Roscoe wasn't the father. I didn't find out anything for certain until this week!"

"And he should know the truth before he gets here and wants to see Aleehya."

"You aren't saying a word to him, Esther. Do you understand me?" I raise my brows and she rolls her jaw. "That's not any of our business. Let them handle it." I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

E•S•T•H•E•R

"J—"

"—Esther," he snaps around. "Enough." He points a finger in my face. "Roscoe's gonna come home and he's gonna find out, on his own, that Angela had an affair. You're not sayin' a fuckin' thing to him, do you understand me?"

"You are so stubborn! You do not think the poor man should at least be warned before he sees his kid and finds out his wife could not keep her legs closed?!"

His face twists and he laughs without humor.

"You're daughter was the queen of not keeping her damn legs closed, Esther! This is between Roscoe and Angela. Let it be. Let them deal with it."

"If it were anyone else you would be completely beside yourself trying to stir the pot and cause as much conflict as possible."

"Well I'm sorry if I have too much shit to deal with to honestly be worried about either of them right now. Harley's gonna pop any minute, not to mention you—"

"—What about me?!" I cross my arms and he licks his teeth.

"Hmm, I don't know. Lemme go ask the beef cake you've been—"

"—I died. Excuse me for wanting to live a little since I am back."

"You can live all you want to!" He pipes. "While you take care of my nephew and my daughter when me and Harley aren't able to. Or tidy up the house."

"You're just saying this because the thought of me having sex with anyone makes you cringe." I narrow my eyes at him.

"The second Harley gets these kids out I'm drilling her—"

"—Ugh, Stop!" I shout, disgusted.

"Now you know how I feel when you go on about your . . . adventures."

"What adventures?" Harley comes in, spoon hanging out of her mouth as she holds an empty carton of ice cream.

"Nothing, dear." J pats her head.

I hear a baby crying and Harley sighs.

"Can one of ya go see if Aleehya needs a diaper change? Angela's tryin' to get some rest since Roscoe comes home tonight." She tells us.

"Esther can." He volunteers me and I roll my jaw as he sticks his tongue out like a child.

I walk upstairs and pick Aleehya up from her crib.

"Why're you crying?" I ask her softly, carrying her to the changing table. "Huh?"

I change her diaper and check the time.

"Not quite time to eat, yet." I bounce her calmly and hear the door creak open.

I look over my shoulder to see Lucyfer walking to me.

"Can I hold her?" She asks me and I crouch to her level and hand Aleehya to her, keeping my hands under her a few inches incase she accidentally drops her.

"Aunt Angela won't let me hold her when she has her."

"Lucyfer you have every right to do anything you want with Aleehya. You're her cousin."

"Not really. I mean, I know I'm not related to her in any way, so . . . " she told me, looking down at Aleehya who had her fist in her mouth.

I desperately wanted to tell her the truth but I kept my mouth shut and continued to watch Lucy smooth the baby's hair down before kissing her forehead.

"I don't want mommy to have more babies." She says suddenly and I look up at her.

"Why?"

"Because then I won't be her baby anymore. I'll be the big sister that has to help change dirty diapers and make bottles. Mommy and daddy will have their hands full trying to keep all the little pests quiet and they won't have any time for me." She pouts and I smile a little.

"Lucyfer, you know your father will always make time for you." I run my hand over her soft, white hair and she looks at me and grins.

"Ya think so?"

"Of course! You're his favorite girl, after all." I pinch her cheek and she giggles.

"You and mommy are his favorite girls, too." She assures me and I nod.

"I suppose we are. We aren't dead yet, so that's a good thing." She laughs and I kiss her hair. "You have Joker blood running through your veins, Lucyfer. You'll be fine."

Later that night, the front door opens and Roscoe comes in, setting his baggage on the floor by the door.

"Roscoe!" Harley pipes, getting up as fast as she can – given her pregnant state – to hug him.

"Hey, Harley." He put his arm around her shoulders and Lucyfer attacks him next. "Hey, Lucy." He crouched down and picked her up, and she hugged him tightly.

"I've missed stealing your wallet and replacing your dollar bills with sticky notes with doodles on them." She informs him and he laughs.

"I've missed trying to buy something and finding only sticky notes with doodles on them in my wallet, instead of cash." His tone is sweet but even she picks up on the sarcasm. "I'm kiddin', I've missed you, kid."

J comes down stairs and asks a few more questions about the job, and Roscoe answered every one of them honestly.

J's smile broadened at the sound of a good business deal and he sighed happily and patted Roscoe on the back, telling him he did good, after they were done discussing it.

Angela comes down the stairs slowly, and we all shut up, staring at her.

Roscoe puts Lucy down and walks to Angela.

He doesn't say a word, he just hugs her tightly and presses kisses to her hair.

We all know this whole Hallmark moment is about to go to hell in a hand basket.

"Where is she?" We hear Roscoe ask her gently and she glances at us over his shoulder.

"She–She's upstairs sleeping." She stutters.

Just at that time, a babbling baby sounds over the baby monitor on the fireplace mantel and he furrows his brows.

"Well, she just woke up then." She laughed nervously. "I'll go get her."

"I'll go with you." He insists but she stops him.

"I'll go get her, Roscoe." She repeats and he lets her walk upstairs.

When she returns, Aleehya is wrapped like a caterpillar and no one can even see her face.

"Lucyfer, Vinny, go upstairs." J tells them sternly.

"I don't wanna." Lucy gripes.

"Lucyfer, listen to your father." Harley pats her head and she looks up at her mother.

"Fine. C'mon Vinny." She grabs his hand and they walk up the stairs and go to their room.

"Here let me—" Roscoe reaches out for her but Angela stops him.

"—I'll hold her." Angela snaps.

"Seriously?" I speak up and Angela and Roscoe look at me, along with J who's telepathically screaming at me not to say anything.

"What?" Roscoe asks.

"Esther," Angela warns me.

"Angela, tell him the truth." I hiss to her.

"What?" Roscoe looks at her. "What's she talkin' bout?"

"Nothing, Roscoe." Angela smiles at him.

"Oh, it's something." I spit next. "Either you tell him or I do because you being a bitch over a baby that isn't even his is completely ridiculous." I cross my arms.

"Esther!" Joker outbursts suddenly, the same moment Roscoe says, "what the hell is she talkin' about?!"

Angela has tears in her eyes and looks between all of us.

"Roscoe, I . . . " she looks at me and I nod. " . . . I thought you and Hadlynn were sleeping together and I did something incredibly stupid and I promise it didn't mean anything I just—"

"—This child ain't mine?" He cuts her short and she looks up at him, crying and he grows extremely angry. "You . . . " he stops himself, turning on his heel, picking up a picture frame Harley put out, and he throws it at the wall.

It shatters, making Harley and Angela jump.

"YOU TELLIN' ME, THAT ALL THESE TIMES WE'VE TRIED HAVIN' KIDS, ALL THESE TIMES YOU'VE HAD MISCARRIAGES, THAT THE ONE TIME YOU GET PREGNANT AND STAY PREGNANT, ANOTHER MAN IS THE FUCKIN' FATHER?!"

"Roscoe, I know. I know you're angry and I'm so sorry I just—"

"—WHO THE FUCK IS THE FATHER?!" He demands and Aleehya starts crying.

Harley takes her from Angela and goes into the kitchen.

"Roscoe—"

"—ANGELA, WHO THE FUCK IS THE FATHER?!"

"Guys?" Harley comes out of the kitchen.

"We thought you and Hadlynn were having an affair and we made a mistake." She speaks shakily.

"Guys?" Harley repeats.

"WE?" He raises his brows. "YOU FUCKED JOHNNY?!" He screams, raising his hand like he's going to hit her.

"Guys?" Harley continues.

J intercepts between them and pushes Roscoe back a few feet.

"HEY!" He yells, snapping Roscoe out of it. "Calm down!" He orders and Roscoe takes huge breaths.

"SOMEONE FUCKIN' HELP ME, MY WATER JUST BROKE!" Harley screams over him and we all stop and look at her. "Well don't just stand there and look at me like a bunch of idiots, help me!" She says next and J rushes to her and picks her up, carrying her up the stairs.

Angela goes to the kitchen to get Aleehya, and me and Roscoe go upstairs to help J.

When we get to their room, Harley's shorts are off and J looks at Roscoe.

"I don't want you seein' this." He tells him sharply. "Go get Angela, you take Vinny and Lucy in the kitchen. There's a whole gallon of cotton candy ice cream in the freezer. Get Lucy some to shut her up when she gets impatient."

Roscoe nods and leaves.

"Oh god, I'm dyin'." Harley takes deep breaths, groaning. "These contractions are worse than Lucyfer's.

"Harley, listen to me," I tell her calmly. "you just need to bare with me, okay?"

"Esther, I can already tell This is going to be hell. Don't you dare give me that 'it's all going to be okay' bullshit because we both know it's not. I'm goin' to lose immense amounts of blood, and—"

"—Harley, don't make me whoop your ass." J barks at her. "You're gonna be fine. Now shut up and get my kids out."

She smiles at him through the pain.

"How much do you think I'm dilated?" She asks me and I look at J.

An hour later, Harley's in the bathtub, her screams echoing off the walls.

The first baby is halfway out, and J looks as though he's about to pass out.

"I'M NEVER HAVIN' SEX AGAIN, JOKER!" She screams, pushing more.

"DEAL." He replies in the same tone.

"I WOULDN'T EVEN BE PREGNANT IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU." She takes a rest before she pushes again.

"I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN YOU PREGNANT IF YOU WOULD KNOW HOW TO JUST LAY IN BED WITHOUT HAVING SEX!"

The baby's out, small cries filling the room and Harley gasps out breaths, her lips pulling into a smile.

J takes the first boy from me and cuts the chord.

"Harley, you got three more." I tell her and she cries. "Come on." I nod. "One, two, push."

"I WOULDN'T WANT SEX IF YOU KEPT YOUR DAMN SHIRT BUTTONED UP!" She screams, and curses, and more insults at J before the second boy is out.

"J, I can't do this." She shakes her head, sobbing. "I can't do this anymore. Just keep the other two in and save 'em for later." She tries to sit up but J stops her.

"Harley, listen to me." He grabs her hand. "You can do this and you will. You've been through too much shit to stop now. I don't fuck with quitters. I've spent my entire career not quitting. And god knows the fucking bat wishes I would, but I can't just quit. If I did, I'd be a dried up pussy that retreats to a crack house with some washed up skank. I'd lose my career, I'd eventually be found and locked up and I'd lose you and the kids. If you quit now, if you give up now, I wouldn't know what to do. I love you, got it? You can't fucking quit on me and I'm not gonna let you. So you keep pushin' until our kids are out."

This is enough for her, and she takes a long, deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs; pushing her third child out.

R•O•S•C•O•E

Me, Vinny, and Lucy all sit at the kitchen table.

Lucy's eating her ice cream quietly before she speaks up around the third time Harley screams.

"Hope they don't have anymore demons." She states and I look at her.

"Children are a gift, Lucyfer. No matter where they come from or who they are. They're a gift." I reply scolding her.

"Then why're you being so anal about your wife getting pregnant from another man?" She smarts off and I cut my eyes at her. "Since all children are a gift, despite where they come from."

"You're too much like your father for your own good." I cross my arms.

"If by that you mean I'm pretty, intelligent, and perfectly capable of making a valid argument with facts to support it, then yes. I am like my father." She smiles toothily and I huff out a breath, rolling my eyes.

AAAAAHHHHHHH. YALL MAMA DONNA NEEDA RANT.

SO IF YALL AINT SEEN THE PICTURE OF MARGOT AS HARLEY IN WHAT LOOKS LIKE A WEDDING DRESS, GOOGLE "MARGOT ROBBIE HARLEY QUINN" AND SCROLL DOWN AND THERE SHOULD BE A COUPLE ARTICLES ON IT WITH THE PICTURE ATTACHED.

IF YOU ALREADY SEEN IT...YYYYYYYAAAAAAALLLLLLL DAVID AYER AND SOME PEOPLE AT WB's GOT SOME MOTHERFUCKIN EXPLAININ TO DO. LEMME JUST QUOTE AYER REAL QUICK, CHILDREN:

"And no, there isn't a secret edit of the film with a bunch of Joker scenes hidden in a salt mine somewhere"

NIGGA. WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN?!

WHERE THE FUCK THEM SCENES AT THO? IF THEY AINT SAVED SOMEWHERE, WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY? EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN TO THE FANS WHY THE FUCK YOU WASTED MARGOT AND JAREDS TIME WITH THE BULLSHIT OF FILMIN THESE SCENES AND NOT EVEN PUTTIN THEM IN THE EXTENDED CUT. IF THE SCENES AINT SOMEWHERE THEN YALL DELETED THEM. WHICH BRINGS MY NEXT QUESTION WHICH IS: WHY THE FUCK DID YALL PLAY THE TRAILERS LIKE THIS MOVIE WAS GONE HAVE MORE JOKER AND HARLEY? WHY THE FUCK DID YALL SELL THIS SHIT TO YOUR OWN FUCKING ACTORS AND ACTRESSES THAT THIS MOVIE WAS GONE BE SOMETHIN LEGENDARY AND INCREDIBLE WHEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE MEDIOCRE? YALL HAD THE FUCKING DREAM CAST. YALL HAD THE FUCKING MATERIAL. YALL HAD THE FUCKING FANBASE. AND YOU FUCKED THE FANS, THE CAST AND CREW AND YOURSELVES.

THE MAKEUP ARTIST THAT WAS DOIN MARGOTS HARLEY MAKEUP IN THAT PICTURE IS THE ONE THAT POSTED IT.

HE KNEW WE'D ALL REALIZE REAL QUICK WE AINT SEE HER IN THAT DRESS IN THE MOVIE.

HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOIN.

HE LETTIN US KNOW THERES MORE TO THE DAMN STORY, JUST LIKE WE ALL SUSPECTED.

AT LEAST GIVE US A FUCKING EXPLANATION AS TO WHY WE HAVENT BEEN GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE THE SCENES. AT LEAST TELL US WHY YOU DELETED THEM OR WHY THEY DIDNT MAKE THEY EXTENDED CUT. EVEN IF IT'S SOMETHING NEGATIVE, LIKE THE ACTIN JUST WASNT THERE OR SOMETHIN. WE'D RATHER BE TOLD THE TRUTH, REGARDLESS OF HOW BRUTAL IT IS OR HOW SAD OR UPSET IT MAKES US, THAN CONTINUE TO BE FED THESE SORRY EXCUSES OF "OH WE JUST WANTED THE SQUAD TO BE THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE FILM. ADDING TOO MUCH HARLEY AND JOKER WOULDVE TAKEN AWAY FROM THAT" OKAY GUESS WHAT? THE SQUAD WAS THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE FILM AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? IT WAS A HOT MOTHERFUCKIN MESS. AND IF YALL PUT MORE JOKER AND HARLEY IT STILL WOULDVE BEEN A HOT MOTHERFUCKIN MESS, BUT A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER. JUST SIMPLY BECAUSE WE WOULD'VE GOT WHAT WE THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA GET FROM THE START.

I APPRECIATE DAVID APOLOGIZING AND RECOGNIZING HE FUCKED UP THE MOVIE. THAT TOOK SOME BALLS. BUT CANT NOBODY TELL ME THEY AINT CURRENTLY DELETED JOKER SCENES OR ANY DELETED JOKER SCENES AND I'LL TELL YALL WHAT, EVERY TIME SOMEONE FROM WB OR DAVID SAYS THERE AINT EVER BEEN ANY DELETED SCENES I WANT TO SHOW UP AT THEY HOUSE AND SIT IN THEY YARD TILL THEY EXPLAIN WHY THE FUCK THEY LYIN SO DAMN HARD. THEY TRYIN MY PATIENCE LIKE A DAMN FREE TRIAL WITH THIS SHIT.

WE KEEP GETTIN HINTS AND FUCKIN PICTURES OF SCENES/BEHIND THE SCENES THAT WERENT IN THE MOVIE OR ON THE EXTENDED CUT AND YOU GONE TELL US THEY NONEXISTENT? MY TOLERANCE FOR THE DECEIT AND SHADINESS THAT HAS SURROUNDED THIS ENTIRE FRANCHISE, IS NONEXISTENT. YOU GONE SIT THERE AND TELL US THEY AINT NO SCENES, WHEN JARED, MARGOT, CREW MEMBERS, COSTUME DESIGNERS AND NOW A MAKEUP ARTIST HAS BLATANTLY SAID OR HINTED THAT THERE WERE MORE SCENES THAN WHAT WAS PUT IN THE MOVIE AND EXTENDED CUT? OKAY. SOMETHIN IS MISSIN FROM THE PASTA SALAD . . . AND IT'S THE NOODLES.