I woke up an hour before I actually had to so I could get ready and be out of the house before James Jr. woke up and saw his teacher leaving his house…that would be very awkward for the both of us, and I also wanted to get to school early so I could start packing up some things.
When I was changing I noticed that I still had the watch on my ankle. I sighed, realizing that I'd have to leave it on for another day. Luckily it wasn't on tight enough to cause me any pain, just tight enough so I couldn't get it off. I bet Bruce did that on purpose…jerk.
I got to school so early that most of the lights in the building were still off. Once in my room, I took some of my old boxes and started refilling them with my personal items that were on the desk. When the students started arriving I had to slyly slide the box underneath my desk; I didn't want to start off the morning by telling them I would most likely be leaving soon.
I was taken by surprise when James Jr. came up to my desk.
"Ms. Morris, I overheard my parents talking this morning…is it true you're gonna leave us? Are you tired of us?" he asked sadly.
"Oh no, James; not at all," I said leaning down to him, "I'm not tired of you or anyone in the class, and I'm not sure if I'm going to leave yet or not. If I do though, I want you to know it has nothing to do with you or any of your classmates, ok?" I said trying to comfort him
He nodded. "Ok, now go take your seat," I said with a soft smile. James ran back to his seat.
By now everyone was here, so I figured it was time to start class.
"Good morning, class," I greeted them, and the day went on as usual. Everything was going fine until about after lunch time.
I was trying to get the class settled back down after spending our lunch time outside. The children were always hyped up after coming from outside, so this was nothing uncommon.
"Ok, class; every take your seats," I said sternly so they knew I meant business; but before the kids could sit back down, a wall of the classroom exploded causing bricks to rain down.
"Everyone go into the hallway!" I yelled as I shoved the door open and started shooing the kids into the hall; they needed to get out of here. I had gotten every child out of the room except James who happened to be closest to the wall; his leg appeared injured, so I ran over to help him.
"James, are you ok?" I asked him as I started to pick him up.
"My leg hurts!" he whined painfully.
"It's going to be ok, I'll get you out of here," I comforted him; and right after I finished my sentence the room was filled with laughter.
"Well, well, well; being a hero must run in your family," a high-pitched voice said…I recognized it immediately…Harley Quinn.
The smoke cleared, and there right in front of my eyes stood Harley Quinn…scar-less, but she wasn't alone. She was with this other lady who looked straight out of the Garden of Eden. Her wild, fiery red hair was covered with tiny flowers; her lips were painted green; and her revealing outfit looked almost like it was made out of leaves. I then got a good look at the woman's face…it was Pamela!
"Pammy?" I asked hesitantly. She laughed before kicking me in the face, causing me and James Jr. to fall backwards. He let out a cry of pain as we landed.
"That's Poison Ivy to you," she said bitterly.
I wiped some blood from my lip, before I gently placed James Jr. against my desk.
"Pammy, you've got to be joking," I said in disbelief. Harley laughed.
"I'm the queen of jokes, and this sister, ain't no joke," she said, her high-pitched voice hurting my head even worse than it already was.
"This isn't you, Pamela," I tried to talk to her, but was rudely interrupted by Harley again.
"Oh, shut your pie hole," she said, walking into my classroom. I struggled to get up, but managed just in time to step in between James and Harley.
Harley grabbed the back of my head, grasping onto my hair.
"You killed my puddin'," she accused angrily. I scoffed.
"No I didn't, the cops did; but as I recall your puddin' killed my brother," I said, speaking thru my teeth. I wanted to beat the crap out of this girl, but I knew I wouldn't have a chance with Pamela standing behind her.
"Alright then," she threw me down to the ground next to James Jr., "I'll take out my vengeance on him then," she threatened as she reached down to grab James.
"Don't touch him!" I screamed as I mustered up the strength to punch her in the face. She raised her foot back, about to kick me, but Pamela stopped her.
"Harley, I hear sirens; we need to go," she said worriedly.
"Fine, but help me with her," she demanded of Pamela. I stood up bravely; ready to fight both of them if need be, but Pamela, now Poison Ivy, came over to me and to my surprise hugged me.
She held on tighter than a regular hug, and then I smelt the horrid smell that made me so sick the night of my engagement party.
"Bruce was right, it was a poison," was my last thought to myself before I passed out.
James Jr.'s POV
I watched as the two evil ladies carried Ms. Morris away. I wanted to help, but I didn't know what I could do, my leg killing me, and I was so scared. Soon I heard sirens; I felt relief knowing that one of them was probably my dad.
"James?!" I heard my dad yelling.
"In here dad!" I yelled as loud as my voice would let me. I then saw my dad rushing in after me.
"James, what happened, son? Are you alright? Who did this?" he asked so many questions.
"These two ladies blew up the wall; they took Ms. Morris!" I exclaimed, almost forgetting about my leg.
"What did they look like, son?" Right before I was about to answer, Batman entered thru the hole in the wall.
"They took Kristina Morris," my dad told Batman.
He then got this angry look on his face.
"Who?!" he demanded furiously; I sank down lower against the desk, sort of afraid of the Batman right now.
"Go on, son. Tell us what they looked like," my dad encouraged.
"One lady, she was the meanest, she was dressed up like a clown; her suit was black and red. The other woman was dressed in green and a bunch of flowers. They were going to hurt me, but Ms. Morris protected me. They kicked her when she was trying to help me with my leg. They're hurting her, you have to go find her," I begged Batman. I really liked Ms. Morris, and I didn't want anything to happen to her.
"What happened to your leg?" my dad asked worriedly.
"A brick hit it when the wall blew up. It hurts really badly," I said trying not to cry. My dad helped me up and took me to go see the firefighter. When I looked back though to say goodbye to Batman, he was gone.
