Part Two: Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner

Joe Firatori waited impatiently, his toe tapping on the concrete of the dusty warehouse that was stationed right along the docks. He was picking up a new shipment for Maroni, pure cocaine that was being sent up the river to the great city of Gotham. His crew was waiting along with him, bringing some fire in case the Bat decided to show up and start stirring up trouble. He had heard he was back but wasn't sure, the whole Bane situation making things fuzzy for him to keep up with. All he knew was another bozo was dressed up in black and taking down crime in Gotham.

"Hey boss shouldn't they be here by now" one of the guys said, his hands lighting up a cigarette while his arm held the rifle he was sporting for the night.

Firatori looked at his watched and grunted, knowing the shipment usually ran a little late if they thought the river patrol might be looking out for them. Maroni wouldn't like it that the shipment was late, and he sure as hell wouldn't be happy if the dealers got caught by Gotham P.D. It was getting darker and darker out as winter was starting to approach and it made Firatori's skin shiver as he held his arms across his chest, his breath almost visible in the air.

Suddenly the lights went out in the warehouse and Firatori could hear a couple of his guys curse and claim it was the Bat.

"Would you all shut your fucking mouths!" Firatori said taking out his gat "I can't hear a goddamn thing with you schmucks yapping your holes!"

Instantly it went quiet as Joe looked around in the darkness, his forehead already beading sweat on his brow as his eyes tried to adjust to the dark. Faintly they heard it, staggered footsteps that were echoing against the grate of the walkway above them. He heard the sliding of something along the rail, the edge of sharpness distinct to anyone that had ever held a knife.

"Welllll helllo fellas" a voice purred out from above them.

The lights switched back on as all eyes and muzzles were pointed up top.

"Holy shit" someone hissed as the Joker stood above them, a knife dancing in between his gloved hands. He was all dressed up and looking more crazy than usual, his hair freshly dyed green as his warpaint was smeared on thick. He was wearing some new attire, although the same color scheme was apparent from his old pictures in the paper. Purple trench coat, purple vest, green undershirt and indigo pants.

"I see I didn't get my invite" he growled looking down at the crows "Maybe uh Maroni forgot to send it..."

Another giggle ascended from somewhere above them as the Joker felt a wicked smile cross his face.

"Or maybe the missus threw it in the trash not thinking about it" he said tapping his temple with the knife "You know she tends to get a little scatter brained."

"Awe puddin!" a voice echoed "Your so mean sometimes!"

The Joker started to laugh, but the sound of it only uneased the mobsters below him, their skin prickling up in goosebumps the louder Joker laughed.

"I'm just kiddin toots" he said "Come on our and say hi!"

A lithe woman appeared from the shadows, her figure swaying as she made her way over to the Joker. Her hair was up in two pigtails, only it was divided in color. On one side it was jet black, while the other was a bright red. Joker wrapped his arm around her waist that was bare thanks to the bustier she was wearing along with some checkered black and red pants.

"Awe" she giggled "Don't they just look scared."

"What the fuck do you want freaks?" Firatori yelled, done with this sideshow above him. The clown had been laying low for the past few years, so his appearance tonight along with the weird clown bitch must mean something.

"Oh I just want to send a lil message to your uh boss" Joker said leaning over the railing now, Harley mimicking him as she stared down with a crazy grin, her mouth painted black while her pale white face looked haunting.

"And what the fuck would that be?"Firatori growled.

"That I'm uh, or should I say we" he said wiggling his eyebrows at Harley who giggled like a school girl "Are back in the uh, how should I put it, back in the game."

"Big fucking deal" he shot back "Maroni's got bigger fish to deal with then you's twos crazies."

"Shut the fuck up Joe" one of the mobsters hissed at Firatori "That motherfucker is going to kill us all if you don't stop."

"Ohhhh I'm not gunna kill ya" Joker said shaking his head "No, no, see I'm not gunna lay one hand on you, but uh she" he said pointing down towards the big doors of the warehouse "Now she, well see, she's the one that's gunna kill all of you."

"What the fuck is he talking about Joe?!" cigarette guy said looking around towards the doors wildly.

Then like a movie another giggle was heard, this time small, innocent, like a doll.

Out of the shadows a little girl came out, no older than ten by the look of her, but pink hair was pulled up in two high pigtails, the length moving down past her shoulders from how long it was. She was wearing a pink tutu under a jean jacket while her bright leggings popped out against her black boots. She was all dolled up too, her cheeks rosy while her big steel eyes looked at the mobsters like a kid in a candy store, her painted black lips spreading out into a wicked smile.

"What the fuck is this?" someone whispered "Some sort of trick?"

"Babydoll?" Joker said from high above them "Go ahead and have some fun."

That was all the girl needed as her tiny hands delved into the jean jacket producing two large handguns that would have rocked any other little girl back from one shot. But this rascal was quick, her shots hitting the mobsters exactly where she wanted it, the goons trying to blitz her as she swiftly flipped and turned from their grasp, her tiny body doing hurtles and cartwheels like she was born to it, all the while firing shot after shot at the crew.

Firatori watched as blood splattered from the head shots this tike was making, her body weaving and flipping like some damn acrobat as she took out all of his guys one by one, her body not even missing a beat as she back flipped in front of him, her gun at point blank range as she aimed it right between his eyes.

"Can you kneel down for me?" she asked in the most sweetest little voice he ever heard "I'm afraid your a lil tall for me."

Without thinking Firatori knelt down so that the girl could adjust her range, the smoking barrel of her gun pressing against his sweat covered forehead with a slight hiss from the metal touching skin.

"Babydoll" the Joker warned above her "Remember what I told you."

Baby sighed and let her arm drop as she closed her eyes "Gotta leave one alive or else no one gets the message" she said with a huff.

"Exactly" Joker said with a smug grin.

"But Daddy I was doing so good!" Baby said looking up at her father as her hands gestured wildly to the dead bodies littering the warehouse.

"Oh we know sweetie!" Harley spoke up then "You did so good and mommy and daddy are so proud of you, but ya gotta stick to the plan Baby."

"Fine" she said sighing again as a smile crept on her face as she looked over at Firatori "Your pretty lucky huh?"

Firatori nodded, knowing he had shit himself in fear of this tiny pink haired girl.

"Go ahead and go outside Baby" Harley said "Daddy will take it from here."

"Okie dokie!" Baby exclaimed, her voice chipper and happy as she skipped over the bodies and out of the warehouse doors.

Joker jumped down from the walkway above as Harley went out to meet Babydoll.

He held out his knife, looking Firatori over before breaking out in another wicked grin, his yellow teeth shining through that terrifying red smile. He pressed the knife against Firatori's cheek, letting the blade dig into the skin, his blood hot as it went down his face and neck.

"Kid's these days "Joker said with a giggle before he started on his handiwork letting Firatori's screams echo out from where Harley and Baby were waiting.

"Did you really mean it" Baby said placing the guns back in the holster she was wearing beneath the jean jacket.

"Mean what sweetheart?" Harley said looking towards the warehouse.

"That you were proud of me" Baby said looking up at her mom with unsure eyes.

"Oh B" Harley said with a gentle smile as she knelt down in front of her daughter "Of course I meant it, we are so proud of you and you did so well!"

"Promise?" Babydoll said biting her nail as she looked towards the ground.

"Promise" Harley said giving her a kiss on the cheek. Harley noticed the scar under Baby's eye was painted, something she must have done after Harley taught her how to put on the lipstick. She had been five when it happened, a quick tumble down the stairs had left her with a heart shaped scar underneath her right eye, the chunk of skin taken out so deep it was a permanent divet in her otherwise perfect little face. Joker hadn't let her out of his sight for over a month after it happened, Harley being afraid the wound would get infected and they would have to find a doctor.

Baby played with her soft pink hair, her hands twisting it in her fingers as a small smile played against her face. Harley couldn't help but feel her chest swell when she looked down at her beautiful daughter. She had just turned eleven in September, but looking at her she just seemed so small. She figured Baby would always be tiny, Pam mentioning that most premature babies were smaller people. But when she lacked in height she made up for in personality, her kid was a firecracker, as smart as the Joker and as brutal as Harley. It was the perfect little cocktail for a killer.

The Joker strolled out of the warehouse whistling as he brushed the blood from his knife off on his jacket, his eyes meeting Harley's as he walked towards them.

"Did you give him the message Daddy?" Babydoll asked as her hands folded behind her back, her eyes mischievous.

"You bet doll" he said mimicking her smile "Now lets get home! Big plans tomorrow, big plans..."

"Yay!" Baby yelled as she grabbed both of her parents hands, her body swinging in between them.