Warning:

+ *Explicit* Language

+ *Explicit* Sexual Situations

+ Violence

Tell Me Something My Friend

you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? - The Joker

TWO WEEKS LATER

V•I•T•A•N•I

"My dad would flip his shit if he knew you were here." Barbara says cautiously.

"Of course he would, which is why you won't tell him." I land on the couch, sighing. "God, I'm exhausted."

"Yeah, all that crime and sex must be draining." She crosses her arms, her voice sarcastic.

"Then pregnancy, minus the crime and sex, is pretty tiring all on its own." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I suppose it would be since it. . ." She trails off, her eyes meeting mine. "Wh-what?"

I pull up my shirt to expose my barely there, hardening belly and she puts her hands over her mouth in shock.

"You. . .you're pregnant?" She walks to me quickly, grabbing my hands as she sits down on the couch by me.

"Almost a month now." I sigh.

"I don't know what to- oh my god when did this happen?!" She holds my left hand, looking at the rock on my ring finger in awe.

"About a month ago." I reply.

"Who're you married to?" She raises her brows in concern.

"Johnny Frost." I avoid her disappointed gaze.

". . .Oh. . ." Is all she says, but I can tell she disapproves of it.

"What?"

"Nothing. It just. . .I always thought if you ever got married it'd be to Jason, but, you can settle for the bastard who took part in his murder, too, I guess." She stands.

"Barbara, stop." I stand, too. "I came here to catch up on things, and to see how you're doing and- "

"You wanna know how I'm doing?" She raises a brow. "I'm doing shitty." She snaps. "My boyfriend isn't even my boyfriend anymore because we never get to see each other, my family's falling apart, My second family's falling apart. . .Bruce has been missing for weeks and the public is starting to notice. My dad's been working on it, he's just not letting it be seen publicly. Alfred's been telling all the newspapers that he's on vacation out the country. Jason's dead, you're not on our side anymore, now you're married and pregnant by the same guy who's been best friends with Joker for years. . ." She rubs her forehead. "Are we even allowed to talk to each other anymore?"

"Barbara, we're still friends. If we weren't, I wouldn't care for you to know I'm pregnant or that I'm married. . .I wouldn't be worried about you and finally get the guts to show up at your house, knowing you could call the cops. But you haven't yet. I walked in that door and the first thing you said was that your dad was gonna freak out if he knew I were here. So don't ever question whether We're still friends or not because despite everything we've been through together, you still care about me and I still care about you."

"I heavily question it, especially since- "

The door bell rings and she sighs.

"That's probably Dad coming back to get his keys or something." She walks to the door and I rush to the kitchen to hide.

She opens the door and Gordon comes in.

"Hey, Kid!" He pipes, kissing her cheek.

"What're you doing home so early?" She asks him as he steps to the living room.

"I forgot my wallet, me and your mother are going to lunch." He walks to the kitchen and I dodge up the stairs as he grabs his wallet from the counter. "I love you." He kisses her temple. "Be good."

"I love you, too, Dad." She closes the front door, and takes a few minutes before giving me the okay.

"Wow, that was- " I'm interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Can you get that, please?" She fumbles through some books on the coffee table and sighs heavily. I step to the door and open it, my eyes locking with Joker's.

I immediately try to slam the door, grabbing her wrist to rush up the stairs.

The door hits the wall behind it loudly, Joker and a couple of his goons, including Johnny, come into the apartment angrily.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." I say with each Frantic step of the staircase as me and Barbara rush to her room. We don't bother with shutting the door, that would make it obvious as to where we were.

Instead, we squeeze under the bed, making sure our feet aren't hanging from underneath it.

The floor boards creak under them, their shoes flashing by the bed as they walked throughout the room. All of them were his goons, giving me a little relief, but I still kept a hand over my mouth to keep my ragged breathing quiet, Barbara does the same, taking a deep breath.

"Ain't in here." One of them says from the closet.

"Ain't in the cupboard in the bathroom. Ain't in the shower." The other replies.

"Check under the bed?" We both tense up at his words.

"You kiddin'? Have you seen how big Hadlynn's ass is? She wouldn't be able to get under there, it's too low to the ground for them to fit under it." The other scoffs.

My brows furrow and I open my mouth in shock, giving him a finger, mouthing "fuck you" though he couldn't see me doing it.

"Alright, we're done here." They step out. There's an exchange of words among them and Johnny out in the hall, in the mean time, we didn't feel relief very long as the door creaked back open from being ajar and held our breaths as Joker's heavy black boots creepily stepped through the room, dragging his cane behind him eerily.

"Girls. . ." He says lowly, creepily. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Barbara lets out a very, very, very, quiet sob, making Joker stop in his tracks. He turns to face the bed, and I watch his shoes as he steps to it.

"Come out, girls. I'm not gonna kill ya. . ." He walks to where we're facing, very slowly getting on his knees. Tears now roll down both of our faces as he lifts the bed skirt up. ". . .I just wanna play." He smiles silver, his wide eyes locking with mine. In an instant, my peace is shaken as Barbara's piercing scream nearly shatters my ears as she's pulled backwards from under the bed, the same time Joker grabs my hair and pulls me out as well. "I love how ignorant you two think I am." He chuckles.

"Joker, you can't- " I'm cut off by him punching me in the throat.

"Shut up." He hisses as I'm choking and groaning. "Johnny!" He calls, grabbing my throat to drag me to my husband. "Keep your bitch on her leash." He throws me at his feet before walking to Barbara.

"Joker, what are you- " a gun shot rings through my ears as I see Barbara's once kicking legs, Go limp as a strangled groan falls from her lips. I think she's dead until she starts crying even more. "No!" I scream, fighting against Johnny but it's no use as he pulls a gun on me, cocking the hammer back. I turn to look at him, tears rolling down my neck as I choke on bile. "Johnny, please!" I cry out, shaking my head, still fighting to get to Barbara.

"Joker, please." Barbara begs him, pleading for mercy.

"Johnny, wanna take Hadlynn back to the house? This is gonna get pretty. . .messy." Joker hisses, his eyes not leaving Barbara's tense body.

J•O•K•E•R

{Flashback}

"Now, now bats." I roll my sleeves up as Harley presses soft kisses to my neck.

She's completely wasted, if she weren't I'm afraid she wouldn't let me go through with this.

I'm standing in front of Bats popping my knuckles.

"Daddy?" Harley slurs in my ear, pulling my gun from holster that's tucked under my suit jacket.

"Hmm?" I don't break eye contact with Batman as she pulls the hammer back from my gun and holds it at the man's head.

"Can we play now?" She asks in a sultry voice, her tongue giving one long lick up my neck to my ear to bite at my earlobe.

"Not in front of company." I scold her.

I'll admit, I got her drunk to take advantage of her. We haven't fucked in almost 2 weeks and that's not going over well with my body. But fucking in front of our worst adversary. . .?

My repulsion for the idea turns into a sly grin as I look down at The tied up Batman and think about his disgust watching us fuck.

I snap around, kissing Harley girl teasingly.

"I'll tell you what, kiddo." I growl in her ear, making her moan softly. ". . .How about you let b-man know how much you love me." I chuckle lowly.

She nods frantically, eager to please, and I grab the gun from her hand, pushing her to her knees. Her fingers take no time to unbuckle my belt, her eyes locking with our enemy's as she pulls my cock from my boxers.

Her full, soft lips wrap around the head and I close my eyes in relief.

She moans around me, making vibrations roll down my shaft. I groan, looking at bats to see he's struggling between watching our display and then ignoring it.

My hand tangles in her hair and I keep her head still, brutally thrusting in and out of her throat and mouth, forcing her to choke and gag around me.

I laugh at her and she runs her hands over her breasts, down her own body.

I would've slapped her for touching What doesn't belong to her, but instead, I pull out of her mouth to give her a little time to breath properly.

"Daddy?" She asks, pre-cum and spit almost drip from her lips before she licks it back with her talented tongue.

"Yes?" I jack myself off for a moment and she bites her lip.

"C-can I touch myself? Please?" She begs me. Usually I wouldn't allow it but look at the man watching her. His eyes hungry.

Ha! He's lusting after her. . .

I should be mad but I'm more satisfied simply because his morals were suffering.

"Go ahead, Dirty girl." I growl down to her. She flashes me a wide smile, brushing her hair back, taking me back in her mouth as her fingers slide into her panties. "Like what you see, Bats?" I ask him, amused.

He doesn't answer, he just flicks his gaze from her to me.

"Isn't she pretty?" I furrow my brows, asking him.

Harley's a moaning mess, her fingers moving quickly to manipulate her delicate flesh just as she's deep throating me.

It doesn't take long for either of us to come, and She makes sure she swallows every last drop of my seed.

I end up pushing her to the ground and licking her clean, inside and out as she arches under me, moaning and whimpering.

Bats doesn't take his eyes off her for one fucking Second.

It was enough to send a roll of jealously through me and I tuck my self back in my pants and sneer at him.

His eyes are both swollen within seconds and I grab his throat.

"Don't look at what's not yours." I bark to him.

{Present}

"Now, now, Ms. Gordon." I soothe her, grabbing the Polaroid camera from inside my heavy purple coat, tossing it off onto the bed.

"Please, Joker, please." She sobs. I crouch by her, running a single finger up her smooth leg.

"Shhshhshh," I whisper quietly. "It's okay." I assure her. My hands slowly going to her button up blouse, unbuttoning each one tantalizingly slow. She whimpers, squeezing her eyes squeezed closed. "Nothing personal, Kid." I grab my knife and cut through her bra. She doesn't respond until I'm pulling at her skirt.

"Don't!" She says harshly.

"Paralyzed and at my mercy and you still have some fire in you. . ." My eyes light up. "Jokes on you, I like breaking spirits." I tease her, pulling her skirt down.

"You wouldn't." She hisses as I'm grabbing the camera.

I smirk, pulling her lacy thong down her legs.

"Oh, don't think me too good for this. Anything to get the point across to your father." I brush her red hair aside, wiping her tears from under her glasses. She wasn't ugly, far from it.

"We ready?" I raise my brows.

My eyes meet her's briefly before she realizes I'm actually going to do it, and closes her eyes, turning her head to the side.

"God, I can't wait for you to fry, you fucking Bastard." She tries to take deep breaths as I snap the first picture.

I snarl, looking at her still bleeding gunshot wound in her abdomen.

"Okay, try to look a little more hurt." I try to reason with her. She curses at me, trying to move to get away. "Dad'll love that one." I comment, snapping another shot, laughing softly at her struggle.

My finger jabs in her wound and she shrieks.

"Sorry, just tryin' to add some color to your face. You look dead." I shrug.

"Fuck you." She seethes as my fingers paint her face with her own blood, making sure each dot and stripe was precise. "I hate you." She grits through her teeth, my thumb running over her lips sloppily with the bright blood.

"I know, dear. Which is why I'm thoroughly enjoying this." I tell her with a smile.

"Why're you doing this?" She asks quietly, I can barely hear it.

"To prove a point." I think for a moment. "Say, you and daddy dear are pretty close, right?" I ask her. "You surely know something about exactly how strongly he feels about Arkham City. Care to share?"

She doesn't reply, she just tightens her jaw.

"Silent treatment? Look I know that right now isn't the best moment of our friendship- "

"We don't have a fucking friendship, you're taking pictures to humiliate me." She sniffles angrily.

"Well, that hurts my feelings." I put a hand to my chest. "But, I guess, since I've paralyzed you and am planning to show your dad your amateur nudes - which by the way, this lighting is dreadful," I raise my brows. "I can understand why you feel that there is no friendship or even acquaintanceship and I wish I could say the same for myself but the feeling isn't mutual. I've always thought of us as buddies ever since you were little." I poke her blood stained nose. "I don't know if you remember it, but we've met before." I twirl a finger through her hair. "You were like 5, and I had just escaped the GCPD and ran down the ally that's right outside your window. Anyway, I hop up the fire escape and break into your window just before your mom tucked you in. I crawled under the bed and you told your mom to check for monsters under your bed before she left. She told you she knew there wasn't any, so she didn't bother to, and when she shut the door and left you alone, you got out of bed and checked for yourself. And you just stared at me. I was expecting you to scream or something, but you didn't. I told you not to tell your parents where I was, and you pinkie promised me you wouldn't." I chuckle and her jaw shakes from being clenched so tight.

"Why am I not surprised that you would manipulate my small mind into promising you something so sick." She snarls out like an angry wolf.

"I didn't manipulate you! All I did was stare at you thinking you were gonna give me up to pops! You just shoved your pinky in my face and said you wouldn't tell them." I defend myself.

"I was clearly over tired and ignorant." She strangles out, placing her hand over her wound to put pressure on it.

"Nothing personal with all this, by the way." Inform her. "But I gotta get done. Now," I stand. "Some lighting."

I finally fish through her drawers to pull out a small flashlight, shining it on her and taking one last picture of her abused body before grabbing the house phone on her nightstand.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Yes, there's been a heinous crime at Commissioner Gordon's residence." I tell her before hanging up suddenly. I look down at Barbara, who's barely conscious. "Well, my sweet girl, it's been a fun little reunion." I crouch by her, grabbing her chin to press a fire filled kiss to her lips, smiling as wide as the Cheshire Cat when I pull away.

It wasn't Romantic or sensual. It was more of a rougher slap to the face for her.

"I'll try to visit you in ICU!"

I bark out laughter, yanking my coat on, grabbing my cane and my gun before I leave.

"Oh, Bat's. . ." I step down the basement. "You'll never believe the fun I just had." I flip on the light in the basement.

He's resulted to staying silent now days. And I pull the pictures from my coat.

I hold them in front of him.

"This is me, stripping her." I flip to the next. "The lighting's kinda bad in this one, but it'll work."

"You wouldn't." He growls demonically. I show him the picture of her completely naked now "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He screams.

"What?! At least I had the decency to put descent lighting on her in this one." I shrug, showing him the picture of her clearly bloodied body.

Now he's quiet again. . .crying.

"By God, I've done it." I say quietly. "Look at you." I whisper. "I've taken Jason from you, I've completely broken your buddy's daughter. . .oh, she's paralyzed from the waist down, by the way." I add. "Where's the fight at, Bats? Where's the rage?"

"You win." He says softly.

"I'm sorry? What was that?"

"You. Win. Just let me go now. You've done enough." He says in a plead.

"Oh, I don't know. I mean- " I hit him in the head so hard he gets knocked out. "Fair enough, Bats." I say lowly.

I get my men to dump Batsy in Crime Alley later that night, and get them to drop off the photos of Barbara In Gordon's mailbox while they're out.

I yawn with a happy grin, content with my work as I walk into the living room from speaking to Johnny to see Harley staring at the TV. The words:

THE JOKER: PARALYZES COMMISSIONER'S DAUGHTER

Ran along the bottom of the screen.

"What?" I snap to her as she stares at me blankly.

"I'm not gonna say a damn thing." She hisses back.

"I had to do it!" I raise my voice and she stands up, slamming the remote down.

"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO SHIT! YOU DID IT CAUSE YOU AIN'T GOTTEN SEX IN WEEKS AND JUMPED AT YOUR FUCKIN' OPPORTUNITY TO PISS ME OFF!" She screams. "Our daughter is goin' to grow up and see all this shit that you've done, and- "

"Oh, please that's not the first time I've screwed someone over like that." I roll my eyes.

"That's the first time you've actually done it with someone who's constantly in the public eye, though, Joker. Hady- "

"Fuck Hadlynn." I bite back.

"I sure as hell wouldn't put it past you." She crosses her arms and I sigh heavily.

"Harley. I told you a couple weeks ago. I can do what I want. I'm a grown man. Got it?" I snarl at her.

"Goodnight." She says coldly, stomping up the stairs.

"Harley." I go after her, stopping the door before it slams, and walking to the bed. "Come here." I order her, pulling her to my lap.

"You. . .I don't even fuckin' know what the fuck to say. I mean, you- "

"It wasn't for anything having to do with me, I just needed to make Gordon pay for trying to fuck everyone's lives up in this city, Harley. Please understand that." I take a deep sigh.

"I don't understand you at all, anymore." She says shakily. I sigh, wiping the tears from her face. "I mean, it's like you're just tryin' to see how badly you can hurt my sister."

I roll my eyes at her accusation and rub my forehead tiredly.

"I don't give a damn about your sister anymore, Harley. Jason was enough to put her in her place. Barbara was to send a warning to Gordon."

"And how does he know it's supposed to be a warning?" She argues.

"I left a well thought out note." I grin and she hits my arm, remembering the one time in our sessions back when she was my Doctor, that she suggested I write out a well thought out letter to express my feelings instead of violence. "Come on, Baby. Don't be mad at me." I rub her thigh and she rests her forehead against mine, her fingers gently running through my hair.

"Daddy?" She asks softly and I smile at hearing the name.

"Hmm?" My hand runs up her thigh, under her nighty, and she bites her lip.

"Can you do something for me?" She whispers seductively and I chuckle darkly, liking where this is going.

"Anything for my princess." I reply smoothly.

"Mmm," she hums, pressing her lips to mine softly. It turns to scorching within seconds, and I fall back on the bed, causing her to straddle me.

"What is it you want, Harls?" I ask her between kisses.

She grinds against me, making my member twitch, starting to grow hard.

"You to sleep on the couch tonight." She stops abruptly, and gets off me.

"WHAT?!" I snap up.

"I'm not fuckin' lettin' you sleep in my bed after what you've done to that girl!" She yells.

"Well I sure as hell didn't mind you sleeping in our bed when you had your time with Batsy!" I yell back.

"I was nice to him, big fuckin' deal, Joker!" She seethes. "You talk like we had sex or somethin'!"

"Oh, bullshit. You're so desperate you probably had your legs wide open for the bastard but he refused because he didn't want my sloppy seconds." I laugh.

"And you're so desperate, you paralyzed a 19 year old girl to prove a lousy point!"

"I had to have something to do because all you want to do lately is talk about feelings and other dumb shit, Harleen!"

"Oh, really, now?!" She raises her brows, amused.

"Yeah, really!"

"Well I tell you what, Pud. Next time you even want to talk to me, go run over puppies or eat children instead because I'm done trying to keep you satisfied with anything, because it's never enough for you!" She turns to go to the bathroom.

"I WAS BORED! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CAN SATISFY ME ANYWAY SINCE I'M NOT GETTING ANYTHING FROM YOU, SWEETHEART! IT'S BEEN THAT WAY FOR TWO FUCKING WEEKS!"

"IT AIN'T MY FUCKIN' FAULT! I'VE WANTED TO JUMP YOUR FUCKIN' BONES FOR OVER A WEEK!"

"THEN WHY HAVEN'T YOU?!"

"BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVEN'T TREATED ME LIKE YOU CARE FOR ME ALL THAT MUCH!"

There's a tense silence between us, her eyes starting to water.

"Back to this, huh?" I calm down.

"Yeah. That's usually what happens when problems aren't resolved the first time. They just keep poppin' back up until they're fixed." She crosses her arms.

"Harley. . ." I step to her. "I've been trying. You know I've been trying. I made breakfast for you, I stayed up later than you the other night, when we were watching TV on the couch, just so I could take you to bed and we wouldn't end up sleeping on that damned couch. I've been more patient, I've been more caring, I've been different than I usually am and it's damn near killed me - I'm not gonna lie, it's been hard as hell - but I've been doing it for you."

She just stares at me, wiping her tears.

"Does Hadlynn know?" She asks me hoarsely.

"She knows I paralyzed Barbara." I reply.

"Thank god." She sighs. "At least we don't have to break that to her."

"Why? Have you not talked to her?"

"No. She came home, went up the stairs and slammed the door. She hasn't come out yet."

"Don't you think you should go talk to her?"

"I'm not talking to her about this. You made the mess. You clean it up." She walks in the bathroom to wash her face.

"So you're saying I have to talk to her?" I groan.

"Yes," she replies, rinsing the soap from her face.

"She's gonna try to kill me, you know that right?"

"But she won't get to."

"If I go talk to her, can I sleep in the bed?" I lean against the door frame.

"I'll think about it. Go talk to her." Harley orders me.

"God." I groaned

V•I•T•A•N•I

"Hady, you want some water or anything?" Johnny asks me softly, brushing the curls from my face.

"No," I shake my head, my breathing still ragged from sobbing for the last 8 hours since hearing that Barbara was now paralyzed.

"Food?" He suggests.

"I'm not hungry."

"Well. . .you gotta eat something. I mean, you're not just feeding yourself anymore." He reminds me.

"They're fine, too." I say harshly, referring to our kid.

"Hady. . .I'm sorry. But it- "

"Didn't have to be done, So don't say it did. Don't try that bullshit." I snap at him.

"Hadlynn, please, just -" the door opens and Joker walks in.

"Johnny," he says seriously. "Give me a minute."

"I'll be downstairs If you need me, okay?" Johnny asks me.

I nod and he kisses my forehead before brushing by Joker to leave.

"Hadlynn- "

"Don't." I shake my head, fresh tears starting to form. "Just Don't." I look at him through blurred eyes.

He slowly steps to me, sitting on the bed.

"Hady, listen to me," he says so calmly, it was like a cat and mouse game. He was waiting for me to take his bait, just so he could trap me and devour me.

"No, stop." I shake my head as he cups my face, brushing the tears from my eyes. "Please, just stop." I whimper.

"I did what had to be done." He tells me lowly.

"No." I whisper. "Don't tell me that. Don't tell me you had to do it. Don't tell me how sorry you are. Don't tell me you wouldn't intentionally do anything to hurt me, don't tell me you won't do it again. I'm not Harley. I'm not Harley. I'm not my sister and I will not forget your wrong doings just because you say sorry for it and play nice to make me feel better. Just stop." I put my hands on his wrists, pulling his hands from my face.

"Hadlynn- "

"What did I do?" I choke out, interrupting him.

"What?" He furrows his brows.

"What did I do to make you do that to her? I- I haven't been disloyal, I haven't given you a hard time, I haven't been a whore, or disobedient to you or Johnny. I've tried to take care of Lucyfer and be a good aunt when you and Harley are out working or just need a break and need someone to take care of her, I've done every job you've wanted me to help you guys with without complaining. I haven't been like I used to be but you still hurt a girl who's been a sister to me and I don't know why you're doing this to me, because I haven't done anything to you!" I cry out, choking on a sob.

"Hadlynn. Listen. To. Me." He tilts my chin to look at him. "Doctor Arkham, Mayor Dickerson, and Commissioner Gordon are the three musketeers in forcing every criminal in this city to be locked in a hell hole far worse than any prison or asylum, in my opinion. I refuse to be separated from my daughter which is exactly what's gonna happen. I won't be able to see her. Her mother won't be able to see her. None of us will because there isn't such thing as visitation hours. It's going to be everyone I hate locked up behind a wall with me in the middle of it, all of us free to do whatever crime we want - which will lead to wars like you wouldn't believe, that I'm not in the mood to be in because it's gotten boring. I'm not going to be thrown in Arkham City, none of us want to be in there. I did that to Gordon to warn him that I won't be tossed to the dogs without a fight. You didn't do anything. I'm not punishing you, I'm not even punishing the red head. I'm going after her dad. And the mayor's next, and then Arkham." He explains to me.

"No." I dry my tears.

"What?" He furrows his brows.

"No. I'm not helping you with any of this."

"You. . .you can't just quit. I have your loyaltysigned in blood, sweetheart." He growls lowly.

"I'm not helping you destroy these people's lives! You've gone too far this time, Joker." I get out of bed, not caring that I'm only wearing one of Johnny's shirts.

"You had no problem with me Ruining Penguin's life. Or anyone else's for that matter!"

"Because he got what was coming to him! Jim Gordon is a good fucking man, with a good fucking family. I'm sorry, you're bitching out about his choice to be supportive of the Arkham thing, but that does not give you an excuse to screw him and his family, nor Dickerson's, nor Arkham's family, over. I will not support your decision to do so, and I damn sure won't be a part of it." I tell him sternly, walking to the door.

"So in other words. . .?!" His voice rings in my ears.

"I quit." I sigh quietly. "I'm done."

»DocQuinn:

Haha, well I love you greedy bitches so I decided to spoil y'all earlier than intended:) I hope you liked it!

»CrystalFalls1987:

I couldn't leave y'all hanging to long, I hope you liked the chapter, love!

»Sabrichi. C. Brus:

Oh no! I'm so sorry, I know how you feel. Exams are a bitch and I hope she lets y'all retake the test. If not I hope your parents understand. I'm sorry you didn't do so well, I barely passed mine, too. I love you and it'll be okay. Everything will work out eventually, I promise:) I love you, and thanks so much for your support and you don't have to apologize for anything, exams are a struggle. I completely understand. I hope you liked the chapter!

»HarleyQuite:

IM SO HAPPY EVERYTHING WORKED OUT FOR YOU OH MY GOD. You had me worried there for a while but you're okay and I'm so glad! Things are going to get a lot worse between J and Harley especially now what's happened to Barbara.

»Bajor10:

I'm ready to bring Jason back, it'll be soon. I promise:)

»Loreenagrgoddess:

Well, we know what happened with Barbara Gordon. Harley hasn't let it go like she's letting on, it's gonna cause more problems later on. I love you too and hope you liked the chapter!

»Mabel Madness:

I'm so happy you liked the chapter. Drunk Harley is adorable:) and I love writing Joker/bats moments like that. So far both of them have been going strong without sex, but clearly that's starting to crumble. I love you, too, and thank you so much for your love and support:)