Chapter 10-

Jack slammed on the breaks causing them to squeal as the car he had stolen earlier that day slid to a stop in front of an abandoned doctor's office. Throwing the car into park, Jack flew out of the car and over to the passenger side and nearly ripped the door off in his haste to get Harley into the building. He picked her up and ran to the front doors, he didn't take the time to stop to open the class doors and just crashed right through them.

"CRANE!" Jack roared as he ran through the building. "Crane I fucking know you're here, now get your fucking scarecrow ass out here! NOW!" He ordered as he pushed his way through some doors that lead into a surgery room.

"My, my, such enthusiasm, and is that fear I hear in your voice? Now, what could cause fear the great Clown of Crime to be afraid? Tell me, Joker, what are you afraid of?" Crane asked as he calmly walked into the room as Jack laid Harley onto the surgical bed in the room.

"Shut the fuck, Crane, I don't have fucking time to play games with you." Jack growled causing Crane to smirk.

"The Joker not having time to play games, now that is a joke." Crane said with a laugh as he caught sight of Harley on the bed behind the Joker.

"Fix her." Jack ordered catching Crane looking at Harley.

"And what do I get out of it." Crane asked his fingers twitching with an urge that Jack couldn't read.

"You get to live to continue whatever fucked up experiments you've been doing." Jack told him and Crane shook his head.

"No, no. There's something more you can give me. I'm sure we'll figure out my payment later." Crane said pushing past Jack to look over Harley. Jack watched Crane slip on some gloves before carefully peeling back Harley's shirt from the open wound. "Busted stitch, shouldn't take too long to fix, need to rehydrate her." Crane muttered to himself turning from Harley and began to dig around the room gathering what he needed. Jack watching him make his way back over to Harley and begin an IV drip before taking a syringe filled with an undefinable liquid and shoot it into Harley who gasped, arching her back for a second before laying back on the bed, motionless.

"That wasn't a sedative you just gave her!" Jack growled rushing over to Crane pulling him from Harley.

"Just taking my payment." Crane told him looking over Jack's shoulder at Harley. "Now, if you want me to be able to stitch her back together before it hits, then I suggest you let me get back to work."

"What the fuck did you give her!?" Jack growled grabbing Crane by his throat.

"Just a prototype of my many 'fucked up experiments'." Crane said and a whimper flew from Harley's mouth. "We're running out of time for me to be able to stitch her up without too much movement." Jack glared at him and tightened his hand that was around Crane's neck before throwing him towards Harley.

"Stitch her up, so that me and her can leave." Jack ordered. Crane grabbed the surgical needle and began to stitch her up again.

"Tell me, Joker, do you know what she's afraid of." Crane asked casually.

"Stop talking and focus on stitching her up." Jack ordered watching him with narrowed eyes, ready to attack him should he inject Harley with more of his 'experiments'.

"Don't you wish to know what her most deepest fears are, to have that power over her, to use it to keep her always by your side?" Crane asked stopping in stitching up Harley to slip on a surgical mask before going right back to stitching Harley up.

"I don't need to use dirty tricks to keep Harley with me, she's loves me and will never leave me." Jack asked as the room began to tilt, Jack shook his head while blinking, the room continued tilt and even began to twist.

"You know, Joker, you never answered my question." Crane said, his voice sounding off, almost demonic. "What are you afraid of?" Crane turned to look at him, but his face was now distorted and his eyes were glowing. "What frightens the Clown of Crime?" Crane had stopped stitching Harley and was now making his way towards Jack, his body seemed to be both in slow motion and sped up. "Show me your fear." Crane ordered before seemingly disappeared, Jack's eyes flew towards Harley only to find that Crane hadn't been stitching her up, had just been cutting her open and pulling her guts and organs out.

"No." Jacke whispered stumbling over towards the bed grabbing Harley's cold, dead hand and began to try to find a pulse. "No, no, no, nonononono." Jack cried, tears falling from his eyes, when he couldn't find one. "Don't leave me, please, Harley-baby, don't leave me." He begged letting go of her hand to gently grab her head. "Come back to me, Harley-baby, I love you, don't leave me. Please, I can't live without you." He whispered kissing her cold lips looking into her soulless eyes when they opened.

"You lied to me." Harley whispered to him.

"No, no I never lied to you. Never to you." Jack told her brushing her hair from her face.

"You promise me you'd never let anyone hurt me ever again." Harley told him. "You let Harvey shoot me. Allowed Oswald's henchmen beat me unconscious. Let Oswald hit me. You stood back and watched as Crane cut me open and pulled me apart from the inside out."

"No, no! I didn't-" Jack started but was just off.

"I trusted you. Loved you. And you let me die. It's your fault I'm dead, that you're alone. You don't deserve to be with me, or anyone for that matter. You deserve to be alone. Forever! Everyone you touch dies because of you. YOU KILLED ME AND I HATE YOU FOR IT!" Harley yelled. Jack screamed in agony and crumpled to the ground into a ball grabbing his hair and pulling as hard as he could as he continued to scream. He had killed his love. He didn't deserve to live! He should just kill himself now. Jack pulled out his trusty butterfly knife that he always carried and went to open it when Harley's warm hand stopped him. He snapped his eyes up to her to find that she was alive, her side neatly stitched up, no large cut on her abdomen, and her guts and organs still inside her.

"Harley." He breathed out, his arms shooting out to wrap around her, pulling him as close as he could, feeling her beating heart against his and sighed in relief as he buried his nose in her hair.

"Jack?" Harley asked confused and scared.

"Shh, baby, it's alright. Everything is alright. You're alive, that's all that matters." Jack told her and went to kiss her when he spotted Crane over her shoulder. He pulled Harley closer to him and glared at Crane.

"Thank you, Joker, you have been very helpful in testing my experiment." Crane told him, pulling off his surgical mask.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Jack demanded and Crane just smiled.

"I believe that should suffice as my payment for both stitching up Miss Harley and my front door you shattered. As for Miss Harley, I recommend that she remain bedridden for the next two weeks, lots of rest, no strenuous activities of any nature for the next two weeks. She needs lots of high protein foods and liquids to help replace the blood she has lost." Crane told him and seemed to be waiting for something for a minute as the Joker glared at him. "I am correct in assuming you remember where the front door is, you know the one your ran through without opening it first?" Crane said in an obvious dismissal.

"The next time we meet, Crane, you will pay for this!" Jack hissed before lifting Harley into his arms and leaving.