Wooh! Last chapter was a Dark one eh? Well that's only a taste of what I can do. Yeah it was brutal, but hey that's the fun part right? So is the smut and violence. This chapter I'm tackling the classic 'What if' for Harley and Joker as well as introducing a new OC that will be a key factor in Part 2. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

With Love ~Dresner

"Hey your not on the list Har-" The goon at the door was quickly cut to pieces by a long burst of .223 Remington by Harley's AR-15. She kicked down the door and began hosing down the rest of the welcoming committee with the remains of the Beta-C drum she loaded into her weapon as walked through the door. She took a long drag off her cigarette as the last of the Blackgate thugs guarding the visitation center fell in a hail of bullets from her AR-15. She strolled through the river of blood from the fallen thugs as if it were nothing but a puddle. She tossed the AR into a booth and took her cigarette out of her mouth to exhale a cloud of smoke as if she were a Valkyrie coming down from the heavens to bring the souls of the fallen back to Valhalla.

But she wasn't here to bring just any soul to Valhalla...

What she didn't tell Batman was that the Joker had one card up his sleeve if his plan failed utterly and completely, That plan being to fight the Dark Knight head to head in a TITAN fueled battle to the death.

But Harley knew this would never go according to plan, things with Joker never did. Her time in the Suicide Squad taught her that the first thing to die in any mission was the plan. But two people in her life taught her to always have a back up plan...

She brought a cell phone to her ear and called an old friend from her days in Suicide Squad...

"Was wünschen sie? (What do you want?)" The voice of a man speaking in German responded on the other line.

"Speak English! Your not in the Squad anymore, Are you?" Harley asked her old friend.

"HA! Not anymore, That beast of a woman Waller forgot to plant the bomb in my brain, Stupid cow, and now I'm free lance with Coldwater international. You and that boyfriend of yours really fucked up Arkham! You know what this means right?" The figure chuckled as the sound of Helicopters echoed around the building.

"I know-"

"SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET BROKEN!" The man laughed madly into the phone, much to Harley's annoyance.

"Your still fucking crazy Diesel." Harley snickered at the craziness of her old friend 'Diesel', a Swedish mercenary with a notch for Firearms that only matched Deadshot. The two use to be close friends until he went AWOL and killed several of the Assassins who tried to bring him back to Waller. But that didn't seem to stop him from going rogue and working as a gun for hire. Harley didn't know much about Diesel, let alone his real name, but what she did know was that he was once a gang leader and later a mercenary that worked along side his unknown and unnamed brother. He use to speak very highly of his brother and always told of funny moments with his brother until he captured during a mission to North Korea. He disappeared around that time, but later returned without a word said. She later found him before she and the Suicide Squad attacked Arkham two years ago.

"So says the psychiatrist turned psychopath! Fe!" Diesel taunted her playfully. "Hows your boyfriend? You still kicking it with the Joker?"

Harley bit her lip and paused for a moment to answer his question. After expressing herself on the tape, making out with Batman, and telling him she loved him, did she still love the Joker? Or does Harleen love Batman and Harley love Joker? It was all to confusing for her to process in a simple way.

"Uhhh goin... You know..." She laughed to play it off before taking a deep breath to regain her thoughts. "But that's not the point. Joker has gone haywire and trying to make an army of monsters for Gotham. I don't want any of this to go through and I don't want B-man to get hurt! So can you get some guys together before this goes any farther! Got me?!"

"Whatever. ETA is about twenty seconds. Anything I need to know?" Diesel asked Harley as she reached the main cell block where Batman was battling the hoard of Blackgate thugs and two TITAN fueled beasts while the Joker watched from a massive throne of gag toys.

"It's some really hairy business Diesel... A war is goin on..." She said in awe as Batman finished off one of the TITAN Beasts without breaking a sweet.

"War is my business and business is good, baby doll." Diesel said in a cocky tone before hanging up the phone.

Harley ignored his endearing pet name for her and sat cross legged on the ground as she watched Batman fight against seemingly hopeless out numbered odds against another TITAN beast and another wave of guards. The Knight stood fast and fought ferociously against all odds as thug after thug fell to his timed blows and rhythmic attacks. It was almost a symphony of some kind that was orchestrated by a master conductor as he flowed from crook to creep without skipping a beat knocking the teeth out of their skulls until the smaller thugs fell to the ground defeated and unconscious. The last TITAN beast stood ominously in the center of the room, stepping on the dead corpses of fallen guards and thugs the Joker shot out of pure fucking meanness. A disfigured and gruesome smile broke from the mindless and aloof face of the monstrous thug as he crushed the skull of a dead man like melon in a steel press.

The Dark Knight did not flinch as the gorilla like monster beat his mammoth fists against his chest and growled like a pompous lion. The beast charged forward in one last fanatical attack toward Batman. But a sharp crack from behind dropped the TITAN thug to the ground sending his lifeless body across the ground in a streak of blood before coming to halt at Batman's feet.

The distinctive click of a hammer locking into place on a revolver echoed through the room around Batman as the intimidating barrel of a S&W M500 revolver loomed on him from atop the massive mound of gag toys. Smoke oozed from the chrome barrel as the Joker put the large gun back into his belt and stood at attention with a dissatisfied gaze toward the hallway where Batman first emerged only moments before.

"HARLEY!" He screamed as he drew his TITAN dart gun. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF BATMAN ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU WERE REMOVED FROM THE PARTY LIST! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE ME!? ESPECIALLY IN FRONT OF THE BOYS AND THE BAT!" He screamed as he brandished the TITAN gun in his hands toward Harley.

"BUT MISTER J!" Harley screamed back in protest as he descended from the throne and began rant and raving at the top of his lungs at Harley as Batman clenched his fists as he tried to contain the rage boiling under his cold exterior.

"I work, I slave, and I even hold out on beating you into a bloody pulp just to show how nice of a guy I am. YET YOU ALWAYS DISOBEY ME! YOU ALWAYS FAIL ME!" He screamed as he ignored Batman completely and focused completely on Harley. "Not only that... But I saw you... Oh did I see you... I saw you fondling with HIM!" Joker shouted as he approached her and struck her with the gun sending her to the floor. With in the same sentence Batman struck the Joker and threw him across to separate them from each other. He ran to Harley's aid as the Joker recovered on the ground with the taste of blood fresh in his mouth. To the Jokers horror and surprise he saw the Dark Knight, the stone like figure who showed no form of emotion besides contempt, holding his Harlequin in his scared and bleeding arms as she laid motionless in her arms after his merciless pistol whipping.

"Harley?" Batman asked her as she slowly came to with the taste of blood in mouth, a well known and strangely welcoming taste in her mouth.

"My Puddin knows me to well." She said in a heavenly tone as she spat the blood on the ground near them and gave a large aloof smile as she fainted from joy, or at least Harley did.

"You know Bats, I always knew the kid had something for ya." Joker chuckled. "But what woman doesn't? The Ghul girl, Kitty Cat, Batgirl, and now Harleen Quinnzel? Ho-Ho! Aren't you just a regular man of the town! But whats a ladies man like you with out some BIG MUSCLES to go with that BIMBO of yours!"

Joker aimed his TITAN gun at Batman and fired, sending a dart toward him with enough TITAN to turn him into a beast the likes of Bane.

"NOOOO!" Harleen screamed as she awoke from the trance and threw Batman to the ground before the Dart hit him.

Joker growled and drew the revolver from his belt, "YOU'VE DONE IT NOW KID!" He screamed as he took aim at Harley.

"FUCK YOU CLOWN!" Harleen screamed as she took one of the Batarangs from the Dark Knights belt and threw it with all her might at the Joker. The rang flew through the air and knocked the gun out of his sickly hands sending it scratching across the floor. The clown princess of crime leaped to her feet to a mad dash as the Joker charged forward to retrieve his gun. Harley was quick in her platforms, but soon tripped and slide forward into first place as she swept up the gun and swiped the Joker across the face with heavy framed revolver in retribution. The Joker feel to the ground like a sack of hammers with a laugh as he starred Harley down from the floor.

A ominous chuckle filled the room as he slowly got to his feet only to be met with the barrel of his own gun placed firmly at his face by a vengeful Harlequin. "Hands up clown!" Harleen growled in a militant tone, throwing all signs of the Harley he knew into the dust.

But the Joker only chuckled darkly as he slowly grabbed the gun and placed it on his forehead. "Rap your hands tightly around the grip my dear... I Don't want you to break those fragile hands of yours." He said with the same sly tone he used on her in Blackgate years ago. The voice awoke Harley from the deep sleep the Joker put her in as it did once before, but was met by stiff resistance from Harleen.

"NO! Not this time bitch!" Harleen shouted in her mind at Harley as she tried to take back control as the gun began to shiver in her hands.

"YOUR NOT HURTING MISTER J!" Harley fought back. "HE. LOVES. ME! He just admit it! He hurts me cause he loves me! B-Man just wants to break us apart! He's jealous because of the love we have!"

With Harley's fanatical words she forced herself back in control and tossed the gun away so she could kiss the Joker. "PUDDIN!" She yelled like a happy child as she lips pressed against his red lips in a fiery passion that was only met by a cold and emotionless lips. Her fire hissed away like a fire in a snow storm, going out with a wimpier as the Joker threw her to the ground and kicked her in the ribs.

"Don't call me Puddin." He hissed as he turned to his arch enemy. "Sorry about that Bats. Some times you gotta keep the woman in line, you know what I mean? Now! Where were we? AH YES! TIME TO START THE PARTY!"

Harleen watched as Joker revealed Gordon on a noose and began a tie raid of witty banter with Batman. She was drained of energy from her fight with Harley and the pain from beating the Joker gave her. She smirked as she remembered the .32 revolver in her boot and slowly reached for the pistol before the Joker noticed her again.

The cylinder only held one bullet, the bullet she would use if the Joker died. Harley always knew deep down that one day the Joker would one day bite the bullet or Batman would finally snap and kill him, But those days were just a slim as her figure. But one day he would die and Harley could never imagine what life would be like if he was gone and he only response would have to be just as radical as her relationship with the Joker...

This time the bullet wasn't for her final good bye, but to bring an end to all of nightmares the Joker brought about to the world, to Batman, to Gotham, to Her...

She lifted the gun in her hands and to careful aim at the Joker's face, wanting to put the bullet right between his eyes just like he did to Bud and Lou. He was a sick dog who learned to kill and once a dog knows how to kill, he'll kill again and will keep doing it until you put him down.

This dog has seen to many days and it was time for the Doctor to put him down. She locked the hammer in place and held the gun tightly in her hand as the sights drew closer and closer to his skull.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HARLEEN?!" Harley screamed to Harleen as the sights matched perfectly with the Jokers skull

"Killing the Joke..."

Moments Later...

Barley alive and nearly drowning in the arctic waters and the sheer stench of sewage, Sean's body was thrown onto the shore by the current of the Gotham River and onto the sand of a forgotten beach on the far side of Arkham Island. He drug his freezing body across the ruff sand and pebble stone beach with the remains of his strength with each hands until the feeling numbness took over his hands. Exhaustion was setting in, as was shock from the freezing water and sewage. His hands, feet, ears, and face felt as if they were devoid of all life as the blood in his body rushed toward his heart and lungs. He rolled into a ball in the sand in hopes of conserving body heat, but all he could do was lay on his back in shock and disbelief at the events that transpired this night. The betrayal, the Brutal take over, the greed, and the death... The unnecessary death on both sides...

The image of the Joker on the monitors was burned into his mind, as was his laughter, but what struck the Irishman the most about the take over was not just the Joker's incessant need for chaos but the insanity the dwell in the minds of everyone in the Asylum. For months he and his comrades worked with the guards and doctors to avoid something as big as this uprising, for months they trained, for months they stock piled, and for what?

For a select few to betray their coworkers, comrades, and friends only to be betrayed themselves by the man who was known for his lies?

Arkham held no truth, only a mountain of lies piled on top of the countless mounds of the dead and dying.

Time was running out for the people of Gotham as they put their hope in the hands of few mad men. The blinkered greed of a few and the quest for dominance caused this massacre. Through his scope Sean saw the brutality of the Thugs, the guards, and his own team. Aimless brutality lead the thugs and the cowardliness of the Arkham guards lead to the countless lives being lost here on this Island.

One of them being that of his commander the so called 'Johannes Goosen', Charles Cull, and his make believe life. But that doesn't matter to the Irishman as he turned over on his back in the sand as he stared aimlessly into the night sky. The thief was dead and as the spirit of Arkham put it 'Was killed by the realization of what he turned into.' Sean was a catholic and believed whole heartily in the existence of a god and the devil, good and evil as well as purgatory. If the figure who drove Johann or Charles to madness was the Doctor Arkham, what is trapping him here? Why hasn't he passed over to the other side?

Was he stuck here because of the evil and madness that seems to float above the Island? Or was this evil meant to be here?

The earth below him shook violently until every ounce of sand and pebble was bouncing into the air around him. A gigantic vine shot into the sky and slammed near him, throwing him into the air and landing on his stomach as more vines shot out of the ground and crashing into the ground indiscriminately. The Irishman pounced to his feet and tried to run away from the feral plants as they took root into the earth and toward the Gotham River. Sean ran as fast as he could, dodging the falling vines as he ran toward a small light breaking out of the darkness in the distance. Adrenalin and self preservation fueled his dash as he leaped over the vines as they shot out of the earth as he managed to make it into a shallow collection of dead trees toward the shining light in the distance.

Darkness engulfed the dead forest as a massive storm cell blocked out the moon and stars above, leaving the strange light in the distance his last hope of escaping the vines. Suddenly small almost insignificant green lights began to race across the length of the vines and soon they turned into viper like creatures hissing as they slithered across the ground. The trees sprouted the same eerie and estrange lights that soon transformed them into violent beasts and began slashing at Sean with their branches. The seemingly dead forest sprout to life everywhere around him as he ran toward what seemed to be his salvation...

The last light of hope in this island of madness...

A mutated tree threw him to the ground with one power swipe of his branch, his face and body racing across the ground until finally coming to a halt near another hostel oak tree. A large branch swiped past him, but missed by only a hair as mutated vines stormed across the dark floor as small traces of tiny green lights closed in on the disorientated Sean. He reached into his belt and to his shock found that his pistol was washed out of this holster by the sewer along with the rest of his weapons and bullets.

This was it... He was going to die here... Like Johann, Like Edward, Like Boles,

Like Allen...

"Daar het jy dit teef! (Their you have it bitch!)" A cheery voice shouted as the rattle of a combat shotgun broke the hissing and slaughtered the vines in a whirlwind of 'Dragons Breath' bullets, burning them as they screamed in pain. A figure with a head lap and slouch hat ran to Sean and threw him over his shoulder with a chuckle, "You never run out of enemies, eh brother?!" The heavy Afrikaner accented figure chuckled as he fired his Saiga with one hand at more vine vipers.

"Allen!" Sean shouted in relief as his friend brought him to his feet and handed him a blacked out Colt .45 and Night vision goggles

"Ja Ja I know, Thanks for saving me but lets fucking go!" Allen hurried him as he urged him to run with him toward the light.

"Where are we?!" Sean asked him as they ran through the living forest.

"The gates of fucking hell! Arkham North I think!" Allen replied with a chuckle as he fired upon on coming vines, emptying another ten shot magazine.

Sean chuckled and fired into the darkness at the vines. "Where ever we are that bitch Poison Ivy has a hand in this piss up!"

"What makes you say that?! The gigantic plants or the man eating trees?!" Allen remarked as he loaded a 20 round drum into his shotgun as the legged it closer to the light and out of the clutches of the possessed forest.

"Both! This Forest looks fucking Brutal! Even for Ivy's taste!" Sean shouted as a loud scream broke through the darkness around them, sending the plants and vines into a ferocious frenzy of thrashing, attacking everything around them including themselves, until finally dying as Sean and Allen jumped through a collection of bushes until crashing through a small gate and landing in at the front gate of Arkham Asylum.

Cheating death for what seemed to be the first or second time, Allen shot off the lock to the Asylum gate and preceded through with Sean.

"How in gods good name did you life through this?" Sean asked him frankly.

Allen smirked, "A bit of luck and a little french finery." Allen said as he threw him the flask Astor gave to him. "The thugs tried to feed my to Killer Croc, but Croc old boy wasn't to happy when I douched his eyes with this frenchy drink! Then it was just a long way to the top threw the sewers and a little tapering with the security system got me into the armory and then into the medical ward where I washed the sewage and blood off of me, as well as pick up my gear from where that clown bitch beat the piss out of me. I found Dr. Young and Khaki... Damn shame what happen to'em."

Sean threw the flask away and gave a scowl, "Khaki and Johann, or should I call him by his real name of Charles, tried to off us and steal some fools gold in the sewer. The bastard wasn't nothing but a motherless pig shite eaten coward, a Thief, and a murdering arse face. But that's only the tip of the iceberg and I won't go into detail..." He said as he let out his hand to welcome back his brother in arms to the land of the living. "All negatives aside, It's grand to have you back and thanks for the fancy shooter."

Allen shook his brother's hand with a smirk, "Anytime brother and for their case, they had it coming..." Allen became noticeably quiet for a bit and asked how did Johann or Charles die.

"What kill'em? Johann anyways..."

"Realization of what he turned into." Sean replied coldly as the rumble of helicopter engines from above caught their attention as news choppers thundered above them. Sounds of sirens and the looming image of a Black MI-24 gunship and two MI-8 transports appeared in the sky heading toward Arkham.

"Looks like we got more guests coming to the party." Sean commented as the Russian made Coldwater International Choppers divided up with one MI-8 'Hip' transport going to Arkham East and another to Arkham West, most likely loaded with a platoon sized force each of Mercenaries to take back the prison. The massive Black Mi-24 'Hind' landed in the large opening between the Intensive treatment ward and the long cobblestone drive way to unload a force of eight or ten men to retake the ward. Jean-Baptiste Astor appeared in the platoon and rushed over to his comrades, "Your Alive! Both of you are alive!" He cheered in jubilation as the Hind took off back into the sky.

"I thought you two were dead!" Jean declared.

"Awe Froggy, you got some faith in us eh?" Sean joked to his friend, happy to see that he to survived the ordeal. "When did the reds get involved?" He said referring to the Russian made coppers.

"Well after you disappeared I had to do something and the Joker was planning something bit," Jean smirked, "So I brought something bigger."

The police and SWAT teams flooded out of the gates and began to deploy from North Arkham on a mission to find certain people including Police Commissioner Gordon and Warden Sharp. The two informed him of Edward and Johann's deaths including his past to which the Frenchman replied "It doesn't surprise me" before the order came down from their supervisors to aid in the retaking of Arkham Asylum.

"Same shit different day it seems." Sean snorted as the Hind fired two smoke rockets at the roof as a monstrous figure appeared on the roof clutching the Dark Knight and Harley in his massive clawed hands. A massive plane flew over head and over the Asylum dropping a lone figure from it's cargo bay.

"Fuck... me..." The trio said in unison as the sight of a grotesquely mutated Joker as he flexed pompously atop the roof as the news copters circled like vultures around a freshly deceased corpse, unaware that death was coming to him closer than he could fathom...