A/N: So this is just a little interlude because 1. The next chapter is gonna take me a while because it's... a type of Joker that I haven't really seen done and I'm trying to make it work the best I can without completely killing the Joker's character 2. This is a part of the story that I thought a lot of you would be interested in since most of you seem really into the relationship between the Joker and Harley Quinn.

This chapter is basically what happened right after Harley's final trip to the doctor. It's going to be a very different Joker from the most recent versions you've seen so I apologize for the jumping back and forth but I really want to show you guys how much the Joker has transformed as the story went on. Plus, I want you guys to know all of the memories that hit the Joker before I go back to the present. Yes, after this chapter we're going back to the Joker in his smelly Arkham cell.

Song used: "I Didn't Say I was Powerful, I Said I was a Wizard" by Chiodos
And the moment that she left the room the album started skipping. Goodbye to beauty, shared with the ones that you love. A shadow that has fallen over this town. A shadow that has fallen over this town... A final opinion is of less value than an appreciation of and tolerance for obscurity

Theatrics, all made up and pianos all playing at once through the dust
I found it difficult in my excitement to keep from floating off
To keep from floating off and off and off

I'll rest on nets made by spiders fed on drug dosed flies
The spider sings alone
The spider sings alone
He paced the room with hurried steps
And placed his hands upon his head
As if he were afraid
His thoughts were bursting from his brain

I Didn't Say I was Powerful, I Said I was a Wizard

The Joker paced restlessly in front of the warehouse door, fully aware of how risky the procedure inside was. Harley had lost a lot of blood and might not be strong enough to take amnesia for surgery to make sure she wouldn't die of the pain or whatever. He grimaced when he realized how concerned he was, but he didn't care and kept on pacing.

It was probably nothing anyways. It was just his toy may have been broken by someone else… yes. That was a real problem now wasn't it? He had let someone else break his toy… that was a real problem… No one was supposed to break his toys but him… unless he set it up that way. But if that's the case it was a toy breaking another toy and well, that was still him breaking his toys anyways.

He suddenly stopped and sighed.

Back to the matter at hand, whether Harley died or not, the fact that someone had played with his toy was absolutely unacceptable. He needed to make sure they paid for it. But how? Killing them certainly wouldn't do it. Killing their families wouldn't do it… well, maybe that would. Beat him up nice and good, then tie him up by his wrists and make him watch his family slowly suffocate from a hangman's noose. Make him cry, make him scream, and once the last one had died then he'll torture him.

But what if he didn't have a family? Now that'd be a problem… considering he was on such a dangerous job, he probably didn't have many friends inside the mob. Maybe no friends at all… poor sucker. The thought made the Joker chuckle.

Suddenly he heard the door open and the doctor stepped out with blood on his hands. The Joker narrowed his eyes at him. He was solemnly wiping his hands off on a towel which sent alarms off in the Joker's mind.

"How's she doing doc?" he growled as his heart raced. Something was poking through at the back of his mind, but he focused on keeping a calm composure.

"She lost a lot of blood Mister Joker…"

No. The Joker rushed over and grabbed the doctor by his jacket and lifted him up off the ground. "What are you talking about? She was smiling just a minute ago- "

"There was nothing I could do-"

The Joker threw him to the ground and rushed inside.

The main source of light inside was swinging just above Harley. He went straight to her side, then paused. He narrowed his eyes at her still form. Her eyes were closed, her head turned slightly, her costume more torn than he remembered, and more bloody as well. His fists clenched reflexively, then one hand slowly, shakily moved towards her. Eventually it found its way to her neck and he felt for a pulse.

None.

He moved his fingers a bit. "No," he growled.

None.

"No!" he growled more desperately. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pressed down his thumb hard and waited.

Nothing.

He grabbed her body roughly by the shoulders and began to shake her. She wasn't gone. She couldn't be gone. He wouldn't allow it. "WAKE UP! You useless shit! I told you to wake up! Did I say you could sleep! NO! I never said you could sleep! Now WAKE UP! You can't do shit without me! Do you hear me! You're nothing without me! You can't leave! You can't leave! You don't get to leave! I leave you! Do you hear me! This is not how things work you fucking bitch!"

"Mister Joker!" the doctor shouted, rushing to stop the Joker.

The Joker quickly pulled out his gun his gun and pointed it at the doctor. How dare he… no one else was going to disobey him tonight. Anyone else who tried to defy him was going to die. He had told him to fix her! He had told her to save her! He told her what was wrong with her but his incompetence had cost him a toy! A toy!

"What! HAPPENED!" he yelled.

"I- I told you. She was very weak–"

"I told you to save her! And now she's dead!" The Joker's jaw set as his anger threatened to boil over. He aimed at the doctor and enjoyed how he coward in fear… but soon he was done enjoying the doctor's fear. He wanted him dead and bleeding on the floor, his brain splattered all across the floor.

But even as he pictured this delightful scene, he couldn't seem to pull the trigger. He wanted to, he wanted to very much, but as he tried to pull the trigger he found that a light warm touch wouldn't let him.

So… he was going to listen to Harley's last wish? What a joke. But it was a joke he started to laugh at. It started out as a chuckle, but soon became a full blown laugh. He doubled over laughing, holding a hand to his chest. When he stopped laughing, he found the doctor shivering in fear.

And fear always put a smile on his face. "Aww cheer up Doc… you get to live," he bent down and offered his hand to the doctor. The doctor hesitated, but eventually gave the Joker his hand.

The Joker pulled the doctor forward so he was in his face. "MADE YUH LOOK!" he shouted and struck the doctor across the face with the butt of his gun with as much force as he could muster. The Joker let go of the doctor's limp hand and walked away laughing at the top of his lungs, closing the door behind him.

A/N: I'm sorry you all had to relive Harley's death, and I'm sorry that the Joker didn't take her death as seriously as I'm sure many of you wanted him to, but when he's still at this stage he's trying to avoid his feelings for her. He understands that he's important, but once she dies he does her best to write her off and run away from it until she catches up with him when he gets home.

But either way I hope you all enjoyed a bit of his reaction and the hints that he cared. I'm hoping to be done with the next chapter sometime this weekend. It will once again be featuring Batman, but no. It will not be the last one. There are going to be another 2/3 chapters for a total of... 16 or 17 chapters. Hopefully you'll all like the ending. ^_^