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A gruesome torture scene is at the end of this chapter. It isn't overly graphic because I didn't want to write it in too much detail, otherwise I'd creep myself out, but warnings are up anyway.
AoS
Ivy sped the car up and rounded a corner, giving Harry chance to sit up straight again.
He scowled, balling his hands into fists.
"What's ya problem with them?" Harley enquired, looking at Harry thoughtfully.
"They got me sent to Arkham" Harry hissed, biting down on his lip so hard that it drew blood. "They lied about me; betrayed me. I wasn't good enough for them anymore so they got me sent away; they allowed me to be hurt, and then I had to live it every day."
Harley had been nodding until the last part of what Harry said. "Huh?" she questioned, tilting her head.
"You remember Doctor Crane, don't you Harley?" Joker answered, turning around. Harley nodded and Joker continued. "Well he had a special love of Ace's mind; saw some very interesting stuff in there."
"There is no Crane, only Scarecrow" Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Harley reached her hand out as part of an attempt to comfort Harry, but Joker beat her to it by jumping over the seat and into the back of the van with them.
"Oh Acey, there is no need for a frowny face" Joker drawled. He grabbed hold of one of Harry's hands, gripping onto the fingertips. "Remember, you, you have something to show them."
Harry knew what the Joker was getting at, and he was right; Ron and Hermione did deserve to see his new powers. He grinned and Joker's eyes lit up and a smirk crossed his face.
"Can we help?" Harley cut in, making Harry look at her questionably. "All of us? They sound mean; I wanna punish them too."
"I admit that we three have our own specialities" Ivy murmured icily as she drove.
"I get to kill them though" Harry asserted, and the others nodded, Harley rather reluctantly. "Oh Ivy, could you drop me off at Hubert Street?"
Ivy agreed, while Joker looked at him harshly, asking why without opening his mouth.
"I have stuff to do" Harry explained loosely, much to Joker's obvious displeasure.
Before Joker could say anything, Harley jumped up in excitement as she spotted the restaurant she wanted to go to. She grabbed a gun and hopped out of the van with Ivy.
A wicked grin crossed Joker's face before he jumped back over the seats and grabbed the steering wheel, speeding off before Harley and Ivy could notice.
Harry clambered rather ungracefully onto the passenger side.
"What are you doing?" he asked the madman, who glanced at him before turning his attention back to the road.
"Watching" Joker answered simply. Harry scowled but he couldn't be bothered to attempt to dissuade the man not to follow him; it would never work.
Instead he sat silently sulking until they arrived at their destination.
Joker threw him a bright smile, which made his scars contort. Only in the Joker could smiling be considered scary. It did suit the man though, so Harry simply rolled his eyes and stepped out of the van, waiting for what he needed.
Joker tutted from behind him, and he turned to see Joker looking down at an invisible watch. Harry rolled his eyes again and slid down the side of the vehicle to sit on the ground. He hummed to himself quietly as he waited, using his sleeve to wipe the make up off his face.
Joker scooted over to sit above Harry.
"I would hate to think that you were, er, stalling in an attempt to get rid of me" Joker muttered, and Harry was going to respond when he heard the familiar roaring of a motorbike.
He sprang up and ran towards where the noise was coming from, flagging down the driver.
The biker stopped and stood off the bike. He removed his helmet, revealing a shaggy head of hair and a matted beard.
"What?" the man growled, looking at Harry angrily.
"I really like your bike" Harry answered, flashing the man a smile.
"What?" the biker repeated, eyes starting to bulge.
"Can I touch it? It's just so, er, manly. Have you done work to it yourself? It looks better than all the other bikes I've seen out there" Harry smiled, and the biker's anger seemed to lessen as he puffed his chest out. Harry almost felt embarrassed to be seen with him.
"Go on then. Yep, I worked on this baby for two years. My hard work paid off in the end though" the man boasted.
"Oh yeah" Harry murmured, running his hands along the body of the motorbike. "You know what it's missing though?"
"Yeah?"
"A flame motif. Don't you like flame motifs?" Harry asked, causing the biker to look thoughtful. Before he could respond, Harry grabbed the keys from the bike and ran off to a nearby alley, causing the biker to go chasing after him.
"What do you think you're doing brat?" the man called after him. Harry stopped and span around, the man almost colliding with him.
"I wanted somewhere secluded" Harry answered honestly. "I'm going to properly acquaint you with flames."
Harry reached out and grabbed hold of the man's face, fingers tangling in the beard. He sent such a strong fireball out that the man didn't even have chance to scream. Normally Harry would have savoured the moment but he wasn't here for murder.
He destroyed the corpse and skipped back to the roadside, swinging the keys around as he went. He crouched down by the bike and waved his hand gently over it, managing to cast a glamour charm on the licence plate and change the colours slightly, just so it couldn't be traced back to its original owner.
He wheeled the bike to the side and eyed up Joker.
"Are you going to go now?" he asked.
Joker grinned and shook his head. "Nope. Do hurry up though; I feel in the mood for some fun tonight."
"Fine" Harry muttered, running away and up to the home that belonged to the Gordon family.
Harry couldn't be bothered with creeping around much so he just ducked low and went to the side of the house.
It was only early evening, but he hoped Jimmy would be in his room.
Fortunately the boy was, and he jumped as Harry tapped gently on the window. His face lit up as he opened it to let Harry through.
"I thought you weren't going to come back" the kid grinned.
"Like I could forget about you? Now Jimmy, I can't stay long but I need you to help me."
"Anything" Jimmy ushered, and Harry beckoned him towards him.
"Do you get in trouble a lot Jimmy? Are you parents strict?" the teen asked him, and Jimmy looked unsure for a moment.
"Sometimes. Mom's a bit strict, and Dad doesn't let me do much. He lets me go to the arcade at the mall with my friend Ben and his dad though. We go every week and Mom hates it."
Harry smirked; the situation was perfect.
"I have a present for your dad, but he can't know it's from me. I'm going to get someone to drop it off, and we'll say that he won it in a contest. I need you to say you put his name in a box when you were at the mall. Say it's a present for being such a good dad or something. Can you do that for me Jimmy?" he asked the boy.
"Yep! What present is it?" Jimmy asked.
"A motorbike" Harry told him, and Jimmy's mouth dropped open. "He used to drive one a long time ago, but he's forgotten, so it might remind him of his past. Remember though, he can't know it's from me. Oh, and when is your dad going to be home alone next?"
"Umm, on Sunday morning. Mom takes me and Barbie to church but Dad won't go" Jimmy answered, looking pleased when Harry smiled.
"Cool. Let's put this plan into action then" Harry grinned, giving Jimmy a thumb's up before he jumped out the window.
He cast a glamour over himself, turning himself into a short haired blond, slightly on the bigger side. His scars were obviously disguised and he turned his eyes blue. He felt like it wouldn't last long though, as he found that it took a lot to do any form of wandless magic unless it was fire based.
He ran round to the front door and knocked loudly. He could see movement behind the door as someone looked through a peep hole, and numerous locks were undone. Eventually an older woman answered, door chained so it wasn't open fully. Harry contained his scowl as he looked at Mrs. Gordon.
"Hello madam. Is a Mr. Jim Gordon home?" he acted, and the woman stayed still before nodding wearily.
"Who's asking?" she asked bitterly.
"My name is Jack Napier, from Gotham Autos. Mr. Gordon has won a prize draw and I've come to present him with his prize." Harry made the names up completely from the top of his head, but she didn't seem like she had never heard of Gotham Autos before.
"What prize draw?" came a new voice, and Barbara made room for her husband to peek through the gap. He looked Harry up and down, looking thoughtful before he shook his head.
"To win a motorbike sir. We had a box down at the Mall, and your name was entered into it" Harry explained, and Jim shook his head further.
"I'm sorry, there must be a mistake. I've not entered anything like that. I can barely drive a motorcycle" the cop said, a rather suspicious look on his face. Harry was too busy inwardly grinning at the fact Jim knew the basics of riding; clearly an action he knew from his past.
"Daddy, I entered your name" he heard Jimmy say from inside. "I was at the mall with Ben, and I wanted to say thank you for being such a great dad."
The kid was a good liar, and both his parents turned to look at him.
"Jimmy-" his mother started to scold, but Jim held his hand up to stop her.
"Thank you Jimmy; that's a very nice thing you did" Jim said, unchaining his door. He stepped out, hand over the gun hidden on his side.
"It's just over there" Harry said, pointing to the bike on the side of the road.
The two of them wandered down, and for a moment Harry felt like he was truly back with Sirius.
"It's very nice" the older man complimented.
"And it's all yours" Harry grinned, tossing the keys to him. He could feel the magic fading off him, so he had to make a hasty exit.
He skipped over to the van, hopping in, noting that Joker was not sat in the front seat anymore.
He frowned as he looked down at the controls.
"Turn the key" Joker hissed from the back, making Harry jump, but he complied, following Joker's instructions.
Jim was watching him, making Harry panic slightly, especially when the van jerked slightly as he pressed down on the pedals.
The van moved slowly, and Harry could almost feel himself shaking as he tried to control it. It seemed so much bigger now he was driving.
As they eventually passed Jim, Joker jumped back into the front.
"Can you take this now?" he pleaded, and Joker looked like he was considering whether to do it or not, but he sighed and grabbed hold of it in the end, encouraging Harry to climb across him awkwardly. How they managed the move without crashing, Harry didn't know.
"You don't look good blond" Joker muttered, taking one hand to grab Harry's hair and yank some out. It immediately turned back to black. Harry gazed into the mirror to see that his scars and eyes had changed back to normal, his hair slowly turning too.
"Who was he?" Joker asked, tone sharper than Harry had heard used on him before.
"Who?" he enquired, although he knew exactly who Joker meant.
"The old man; James Gordon. The-" Joker began, but Harry cut him off.
"You obviously know who he is then." Harry felt an urge to defend the man. He expected a bad joke or an insult in return, but what he didn't expect was the slap he received across the face.
"What are you-?" Harry started angrily, cut off by another slap. Joker wasn't too bad driving one handed it seemed.
"He isn't yours" Joker hissed, and his voice, coupled with the look that he was throwing Harry's way when he could, were enough to make Harry fearful. He hadn't trusted Joker entirely, but he had never really been afraid of him before, despite the way he was, but now he was on the receiving end of the venom. "You are not his. He left you in Arkham, left you in your own nightmare."
"He isn't James Gordon" Harry half sobbed. "He's Sirius Black. He just doesn't remember. I need him to remember me. I need it. When he died it broke me, I just want him back."
He missed Joker's quick smirk. "People who die on you have a habit of doing that. He'll just keep on letting you down, dying over and over, and then you'll have to find him again."
"No. I won't let him go this time. And you, you can't kill him, or his son, or else I'll…I don't know, but you'll suffer for it. Kill his wife and daughter by all means, but not the boys" Harry pleaded, and Joker slammed the breaks on.
"Get out" he told the boy coldly. They had stopped in a secluded area outside of the city. Harry hadn't even noticed where they were going.
He shivered, although not out of coldness, and wandered into the mass of greenery.
They walked into the trees, Joker right behind him with a blade pressed against his back. Harry had balls of fire waiting in his palms, but he'd rather they didn't kill each other.
After a while Joker span him round, pressing him into a tree with the knife by his throat.
"I won't kill your precious reincarnated friend" Joker uttered, oddly calm, "but show Mr. Joker here that he's more important, hmm?"
With that said, Joker pushed Harry onto the ground.
AoS
Harry and Joker made their way back to the hideout, where Harley and Ivy were waiting angrily, Ivy more so than Harley.
"You stole our ride" Harley complained as they neared the girls.
"I'm sorry. Would you like a hug? Maybe we can dance under the rainbow with unicorns and puppies?" Joker offered as an apology, making Ivy's glare intensify.
Joker pulled a disgusted look and strolled through, leaving the three alone.
"Are you alright Ace?" Harley asked, moving to Harry and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"Suppose so" Harry muttered, and the blonde looked at him with an understanding look. Ivy came over to them, rubbing her fingers over the slight red mark on his cheek.
"Why do you let him?" Ivy asked simply, and Harry shrugged, twirling a lock of red hair that was by his face.
"Trust me, Ace. I was in love with Mr. J for a long time and he never loved me back, not even after all I did for him. Getting away from him was the best thing I ever did" Harley told him.
"He's a vicious, cruel man" Ivy expanded. "His clown persona may be genuine but it's twisted. I'm bad simply to defend my babies from the world, but he has no basis, other than pleasure."
"I guess, but I'm not in love with him or anything" Harry sighed, looking downwards. "But he's part of me now, so I need him. Can I tell you something Ivy?"
The redhead nodded, and Harry made himself smile up at her.
"You remind me so much of my mother. She was pretty, and had red hair and green eyes too. She died when I was a baby, but she died so that I could live. Everyone else wanted me to live so they that they could too; they wouldn't die for me like she did. But that's the thing with Joker; he won't die for me, but he doesn't want to me live for him either. The deader I am, the better it is for him, and it's about time that I gave my mother's sacrifice back."
AoS
Harry spent the next couple of days trying to find Ron and Hermione. He and the others had worked out a plan for how it would happen; Harry would lure them to a set location and then the fun would begin.
The only problem now was finding them. Harley and Ivy were trailing him in case his old friends attempted to kidnap him. Joker had been quiet, but with him that was never a good thing.
Harry just hoped that they would find them by Sunday, seeing as he had plans. He supposed he ought to call Bruce Wayne again, but he wanted to take care of some other people first.
He wandered continuously round the main part of the city. His magic warning seemed to have gone off, although he hoped that maybe if they were nearby then it would start up again to give him a chance.
Just as he had almost given up hope for the day, he spotted a flash of red among the people in the streets. A familiar twinge told him it was them.
He could feel his heart pounding slightly as he put the first part of the plan into motion; get them to notice him.
He slowly made his way over. The closer he got, he could tell that it was definitely them. He felt slightly giddy as he imagined how the evening should end, but he made sure to keep in character by putting his hood up. He had used make up to hide his scars over his eyes, just in case he needed his magic in an emergency.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and moved forward, edging nearer to them as they came towards him.
As they passed he bashed into Hermione's shoulder and pretended that it made him fall to the floor.
She bent down to help him up, and he hid a smirk when he heard her gasp.
"Harry! Is that you?" the girl cried, throwing her arms around him.
Harry shoved her off him. He didn't appreciate being called Harry, but he'd have to put up with it for the moment.
"You two can't be here. You can't send me back" Harry said, mocking fear, shaking his entire body.
"Oh no, Harry, we're not going to send you back anywhere. Don't worry mate; we're here for you now" Ron tried to reassure him, and Harry found it hard to control his anger, the hypocrites.
"Let's go somewhere to talk, shall we?" Hermione said. The way she was talking to him suggested she thought he was incredibly stupid or crazy, and he scowled.
"I don't trust you, so hand me your wands" he hissed. The pair exchanged a nervous look before they reluctantly handed over the wooden sticks. "Hands up and walk ahead of me."
They raised their hands slightly and moved in the direction Harry pointed them.
"I suppose we understand your reaction" Hermione whispered, but Harry ignored her. Harley and Ivy were right behind him, and he felt safe enough.
He walked them to a secluded, abandoned warehouse. Even if they escaped they were likely to be killed by someone else on these streets; Harley and Ivy were enough to stop anyone attacking them now. Harry hoped one day he would have that kind of fearful reputation.
"Welcome to my home" Harry lied, ushering them inside, leaving Harley and Ivy by the door.
"You, you live here?" Ron stuttered, looking around the place in horror.
"I have to" he sighed dramatically. "Sit down and keep your hands up" he demanded. The couple complied, and Harry twirled their wands in his fingers.
"Look Harry, we tried to help, we really did. We realised our mistake after they sent you off, but when we got in touch with the clinic they said you had been moved somewhere else, but they wouldn't tell us where. The Ministry doesn't care, they said, as long as you don't go back to Britain, or at the very least Wizarding Britain, so we had to track you down ourselves, but then we were told there had been a mass breakout and attack on the hospital, and you were among the missing. We've spent the last week trying to find you. We want to take you back to The Burrow or Grimmauld Place; we'll help you there" Hermione rambled, face going red. She looked pleadingly up at Harry, hoping that he would understand.
"Why would the Ministry allow that?" he spat, and his two ex-friends looked sheepish.
"Well, er, they wouldn't know" Ron explained. "Even Mum and Dad don't know we're here; they think you're better off with professionals, but 'Mione's made me do some reading so we can both help you ourselves. Trust me mate, we aren't going to turn you in again."
"That's nice. Very nice" Harry said, smile breaking onto his face. Ron seemed to miss the sarcasm but Hermione's face paled. Harry snapped his fingers and Harley and Ivy burst in, punching the teenagers into unconsciousness. They then set about tying them to the chairs, making sure they were not going to be able to get away. Harry would wait until they were awake before he snapped their wands, but while they were out cold he checked them for any extras; Hermione had one hidden in her boot, but Ron was clean.
Harley and Ivy hid again, and Harry waited for the teenagers to awaken.
As they came to, they blinked blearily, trying to get sense of what had happened. When they realised they struggled tightly against their bonds.
"What are you doing Harry?" Hermione demanded.
"Don't call me Harry" his hissed back. "You lost the right to call me anything the day you betrayed me. I am nothing to you now."
"Yes we are; we're your friends" Ron pleaded, but Harry shook his head, wandering over to him. He smiled gently before lashing out, his fist colliding with the redhead's nose, causing it to break.
"You. Betrayed. Me" Harry emphasised, and the pair shook their heads in denial. "Now I suppose it isn't all bad" Harry continued. "Gotham is nice; I've made some lovely new friends. Would you like to meet them?"
He wandered over to the door, opening it and allowing Harley, Ivy and now Joker as well, inside. Ron and Hermione's faces dropped as they saw the group waiting for them.
Warning Begin.
"Oh, before I forget" Harry sang, taking hold of the three wands. He broke all three in one go, turning around and turning them into ash; he didn't want them seeing his new trick just yet. "But yeah, they are going to introduce themselves, and then I'm going to end this."
"But-"Ron began, but Harry hushed him.
"Harley, you first?" Harry offered, and the blonde skipped forward, humming happily.
The girl grinned and cartwheeled herself over to the cowering teenagers.
"Hi, I'm Harley Quinn" she introduced herself happily.
"Harlequin?" Ron repeated dumbly.
"Two words" the blonde told him, holding up two fingers.
Harley then set to work, beating the pair, but adding in extra fun by doing backflips and similar tricks around them. She was very fast, not giving the couple much time to take note of her. She stopped at Harry's request before they got too dazed.
Ivy was up next, and her eyes were firmly on Ron.
"Are you two dating?" she asked, and Ron nodded fearfully.
Ivy smirked and moved to sit on Ron's lap.
"Don't you think I'm so much prettier than her?" she whispered into his ear. "Don't I look so much more sexy?" She trailed her lips just above Ron's, and the boy nodded, lust clouding in his eyes. She pressed her lips down onto the redhead's, making Hermione gasp in protest. Ivy laughed darkly as she pulled away. Ron's face went white before he started convulsing, coughing up blood.
"It won't kill him, it will just hurt" Ivy muttered, taking a plant out from where she had hidden it in the room. She moved it against Hermione's throat, and somehow the plant knew to wrap itself around, choking the girl. As Hermione started to lose focus she released the plant, making the brunette gasp for breath.
Ron had stopped convulsing but he was looking desperately ill. Ivy smirked one last time as she turned. Hermione was now sobbing heavily, and Joker looked positively gleeful as he moved for his turn.
He crouched down in front of the pair, grinning as they gulped.
"So you must be the legendary Ron and Hermione. He never told me your names, but I, I've listened to his dreams, his, his memories. He doesn't dream about you anymore though; you're dead to him" Joker drawled. Hermione lazily opened her mouth to say something but Joker stopped her.
"Hey, do you want to know how I got my scars?" he asked, pointing at his smile. "Well I went to school with an, an interesting person. We would go out into the country and explore, and one day, one day we come across a load of weapons that belonged to smugglers. As we looked at the goods there was a bang, and poor little boy was hit. In his last breath, he said that he wanted me to smile for him, so, true to his wish, I carved this into my face. You know what the funny thing is though? I was the one who pulled the trigger on him."
Ron and Hermione looked terrified, and before they could register anything he had slashed them both across the face, leaving a deep red gash from above their eye, across their nose and onto their cheek.
They both screamed loudly, Ron especially on his already injured nose. Joker didn't give them chance to recover before he took out some more knifes and jabbed them down into their legs. They screamed again. Harry was enjoying seeing them suffer but he didn't want the Joker to get carried away and kill them so he stepped in.
"They're good people aren't they?" Harry simpered.
"They've, they-they've fucking turned you mad" Ron stuttered, before he started coughing up blood again.
"I was mad anyway according to you" Harry smiled, and he took Joker's previous position, crouched between the two chairs. "I have a new trick though. Can I show you?"
Harry didn't wait for an answer however, and he grabbed hold of both of their arms and set them alight.
The couple yelled in agony, attempting to get away, but Harry held them still, stopping as he felt the skin die beneath him.
"It's clever isn't it?" he grinned at them.
"What are you doing? We're your friends. Everything we've gone through together…" Ron begged, tears making their way down his face.
"You're going to die here today, might as well face that fact" Harry giggled, and Hermione sobbed loudly.
"Harry, please-"she started, but Harry had rushed to her, blade by her throat.
"I told you not to call me that" he hissed. "Considering you're the cleverest witch of your age, you're pretty dumb. Now tell me genius, why do you deserve to die?"
"But we don't! We don't! We-"she tried again.
"The man I shared a cell with before, in the place you got me sent to, he was crazy, thought all woman were scum. He liked to hurt women, but Arkham, it messes with you more than it helps, and one day, he decided to view me as a woman, and he hurt me in ways you shouldn't be hurt, and he was going to fuck me whether I liked it or not. I couldn't let him do it, so I had to kill him. Do you think I was wrong to do that? Or did I deserve it? He hurt me, and was going to hurt me even more. Was I wrong?"
Ron shook his head, and Hermione cried harder.
"You hurt me too. You're going to hurt me again. It's just the same, can't you see?"
The pair shook their heads and Harry sighed.
"Too bad" he grinned.
Then he burnt them to a crisp, limb by limb.
Warning End.
AoS
Sorry for the slow update. I promise to get back into a good habit of updating from now. I've just started university, so I've been preparing for that, but now I'm here writing makes for good procrastination. Fun times.
I've realised this is the second story I've written where I have killed off Ron and Hermione. I do like them really, well Ron at least.
Oh yes, this chapter has a lemon. The link to the uncensored version is now in my profile for easy access.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Points to anyone who got the Batman '89 reference. =]