Before they got too close to the doors, Joker changed his direction and moved over towards the wall. He pressed his ear to the metal wall, listening carefully to see if he could hear anything. Backing up, he pulled a grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin, and threw it at the wall, the rest of the squad falling back as the wall blew. As soon as it was gone, the henchmen charged in, machine gun fire echoing off the metal. Joker lifted his gun and waved it forward, the squad moving in in front of him, taking out anyone that moved.
By the time Joker had entered, the dust had settled, and his eyes landed on Boomerang, who'd been shot in the knee. He walked over and slammed his foot down on the man's hand that was holding a knife, and knelt down in front of him, gun against his head.
"Where…..is my Harley."
"Fuck you, mate."
A wide grin curled Joker's lips and he popped the man on the head with the butt of his gun.
"Fuck me….fuck me fuck me…..huh. You don't tell me where my Queen is, I'll fuck you with a shotgun and blow your brains out from the inside! I'll ask you again…..where…is….Harley."
"Alright alright fuck! She's in the back!"
Standing, Joker grabbed the back of Boomerang's jacket and hauled him up off the floor, twisting his arm behind him and pressing his gun into his back.
"Show me."
Hauling Boomerang with him, the Aussie thief opening the doors in the back. Kicking him in the back of the knee and sending him to the ground, the man nodded at Croc, who stepped forward and put a hand on the back of Boomerang's neck. Walking around, Joker looked around the room for any sign of Harley, and that's when he spotted the large tank of water with a familiar figure bound and floating. An angry yell escaped him and he shattered the glass with a few bullets, catching her as she fell out of the tank.
"Harley…..come on baby, open your eyes….."
Croc growled and looked down at Boomerang, tightening his grip.
"How long's she been in there?"
"Not long….five minutes maybe?"
Leaning down, Joker pressed his lips to those of his Queen, breathing into her, hoping to wake her up. After a few agonizing seconds, her eyes shot open and she coughed violently. Pulling his knife, the clown cut the ropes holding her and pulled her up into his arms, holding her tight to his chest. She mumbled something against his neck before passing out again. Standing with a growl, he turned cold blue eyes to Croc.
"Tie him up and put him in the van. I'm not NEAR done with him yet."
"You got it, boss."
Croc delivered a sharp punch to the side of the Aussie's head, knocking him out cold and hauling him to the van where he was tightly bound and thrown in. Joker picked Harley up in his arms and carried her out to his car, gently depositing her in the passenger seat. Deadshot approached him at the driver's side, peering in at the woman he called a friend, before turning his eyes back to the new one he'd made.
"You alright, J?"
"As long as she's alright, I'm fine."
Nodding, the assassin turned and got into the van with Croc, Katana and Flagg, the vehicle tearing down the road towards the club and Joker's apartment. It wasn't long before the King of crime had his Queen dry, changed and in bed. He sat next to her, brushing some hair from her forehead before he leaned down and kissed said forehead. A knock on the door caused him to tear his eyes from her still form and look over.
"J. Boomerang's awake."
"Good. Stay with her, Deadshot. Make sure she's not alone when she wakes up."
The assassin nodded and moved over to sit on the foot of the bed, watching as Joker left the room. When he entered the room where Boomerang was being held, the Aussie turned his eyes to him and glared.
"Lemme go!"
"Now why would I do that? You nearly killed my Harley, you….you….kangaroo fucker."
"Oi, I was just doin` what I was told!"
"Ohhhhh you're just a good boy aren't ya? Just…..doin` what you're told by your master, like a good doggy."
"Look, she aint dead mate! Let me go!"
"She might not be dead, but she's hurt. So I aint gonna kill ya….yet. No no no….you're gonna suffer….and you're gonna suffer a lot. BOYS! Put this fuck-head in the freezer!"
Almost as soon as he issued the order, Deadshot burst into the room.
"J! Harley isn't doin` too good….you might wanna get up there."
"Help them with him."
Nodding, the assassin helped haul Boomerang into the walk-in freezer while Joker took the steps two at a time to get upstairs. When he entered the room, the sight that greeted him caused his heart to sink to his feet. Harley had herself pushed back into the corner of the living room, hugging her knees, head resting on them. He slowly approached her, keeping his voice low and calm.
"Harls….."
At his voice, she sank further into the corner, as if she didn't recognize it. Joker knelt down a few feet from her, gently reaching out to lay a hand on her arm.
"Harley, baby it's me, J. I aint gonna hurt ya."
"M…Mistah J?"
"Yeah, yeah it's me."
After a few moments, she lurched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder and crying.
"Shhhhh…..there there Harls….you're safe now. You're back with me…."
He picked her up and moved them back to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft mattress and brushing her hair back from her face.
"I knew you'd come for me, Mistah J."
"Course I did."
Once she calmed down from her mini freak out, the woman passed out again, and Joker covered her up, noticing however that her breathing was a bit more shallow. Leaning down, he put his nose near her mouth, and growled when he smelled something off. Moving back down into the freezer, he stormed forward to Boomerang, hauling him up and slamming him into the wall, gun under his chin.
"YOU POISONED HER?! WITH WHAT?! TELL ME YOU FUCKER!"
"Why would I tell you anything?"
"SOMEONE BRING ME MY SHOTGUN!"
The requested gun was placed in Joker's hand within a few minutes. Calling for Croc, he had the mutant hold Boomerang's upper body down on a table inside the freezer. Firing a shot from the gun, Joker then shoved the barrel into the Aussie's anus, ripping a scream from the man.
"I'm done toying with you. You're going to tell me what I want to know, or I'm pulling this trigger."
"Alright! Fuck mate, chill! I'll tell you!"
"Start talking."
"It's a mixture my boss made….I don't know what's in it, but there's a vial of it in my pocket! Take it and test it!"
Motioning one of his men forward, the henchman reached into the man's pocket and pulled out the bottle.
"Test it immediately for the antidote."
"You got it boss."
The henchman turned and walked out, and Joker pushed the gun a bit further into the man's body.
"Good doggie. Now….you're ALSO going to tell me who is giving your orders."
"I dunno mate….I got an envelope with a lot of cash in it, with instructions. That's all I know! Look….I'm sorry, alright? I needed the cash! There's another bottle in my bag, it's not an antidote, but a few drops in some water'll keep her alive until you can find one."
Stepping back, Joker left the gun hang and dug through the bag mentioned. Finding a few bottles, he brought them over and held them in front of Boomerang.
"Which one."
"Blue, mate, blue."
Taking the blue bottle and tucking it into his pocket, Joker pulled the gun away and shoved Boomerang back into his chair. With a growl, he and Croc left the room, shutting and locking the door. The clown handed the gun off to one of his men and moved back upstairs where he mixed a couple drops of the blue liquid into a glass of water.
"Harley baby….wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a weak smile before being lifted up and held against Joker's chest. He held the glass up to her lips and gently coaxed her to drink. Making a face at the smell, but otherwise not complaining, Harley drained the glass and he sat it aside.
"I don't feel too good Mistah J."
"I know….I know. I'm gonna get you all fixed up though, it's just gonna take a little time."
Nodding slightly, Harley leaned against Joker's chest, closing her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I love you, puddin."
"I love you too, Harls."
AN: Oh lord. Boomerang poisoned Harley! He must really have a death wish!
