Day 7

One week, Harley had been gone for one week.

Usually this wouldn't have bother Joker because Harley had left in the past before, but back then he always knew she would come back. No matter how many times Harley had left he knew that she couldn't stay away. He was her everything and she couldn't survive without him.

But at this point, Harley didn't love the Joker anymore, she didn't need him. If he didn't find her, the Joker feared that he would never see her again. Not only that but she wasn't Harley, she wasn't his tough little fighter. She was frail and weak, and he didn't know if she could handle herself out there on the streets, with all the scum bags that the Joker knew would be out on the look for her. He was also terrified that Griggs would find her again.

With that fear, Joker had Thomas working day and night trying desperately to locate Griggs, but he had disappeared, no one had seen him.

He wasn't using a cell phone, which the Joker had bugged after he had recruited Griggs to help them.

Thomas couldn't even trace his credit cards. Griggs had completely dropped off the map.

"J," Deadshot stated as he slummed onto the couch. The group had just come back to the penthouse for a moment to catch their breath but the Joker wanted to go out searching again. "We need to take a rest, we haven't slept in a week. We have barely eaten."

"I don't give two shits! Poor babies! Are you tired, are you hungry!" Joker screamed. "Well Harley is still out there. She could have been taken, or she could be on some corner starving. We don't have time to sleep or eat more than we need to!"

"Well we wouldn't have to look for her, if you hadn't had hit her!" Deadshot screamed and then room went silent as his scream echoed.

"What!" Joker growled as he inched his way towards Deadshot.

"If you hadn't freaked out on her, she would have never left. If you would have just listened to me and not pushed trying to get Harley back so hard than she…" Deadshot started when the Joker punched him in the face.

"Don't!" He screamed. "Don't patronize me. You know nothing about my relationship with Harley." He punched him again.

Boomerang stood up to help Deadshot but Joker quickly shot him a deadly look.

"All of you leave!" Joker screamed and everyone else rushed out leaving just Deadshot and Joker.

"I know that you take Harley for granted." Deadshot said spitting up blood.

Joker hit Deadshot again knocking him to the ground. "I could kill you! You saw what I did to Waller and Edwards and Flag, what makes you think that I won't do the exact same fucking thing to you!" Joker screamed his scream however cracked at the end.

"Because you need me. Not only to help you find Harley, but because you don't have anyone else. Sure, Thomas worships the ground you walk on, but you can't talk with him, you can't scheme with him. Harley was there to keep you so you wouldn't go too far, and now you don't have her." Deadshot retorted.

"I don't have limits." Joker sneered as Deadshot got up.

"Yes, you do. You may not like to admit it but you do. Because something horrible made you into the Joker, you were a person once, a good one too. And you're afraid that if you go too far, your mind will snap, and you will revert back to what you were. So you will keep me alive because you need someone to keep you in check until we get Harley back. So don't threaten me." Deadshot said.

Joker stared at him eyes wide he wanted to skin him alive, but he also knew that Deadshot was right.

"Fine, you have 2 hours to rest up but then we are going out again." Joker sighed and Deadshot quickly got up to leave. However, before he excited the room he turned around and decked Joker in the jaw. And the Joker knew that he deserved it.

Meanwhile

Harley was doing pretty well for herself. For being out on her own for a week. She wasn't starving, and while she was living on the streets, she wasn't freezing to death as of yet. Harley had found a pretty ingenious way to keep herself afloat, pick pocketing. She found that she was remarkably good at it and she found it fun.

In one day she could probably pick pocket a few hundred dollars, enough to get her two meals a day, and a nice heavy coats and blankets. Her goal was to pick pocket enough money to pay for a hotel room, so she wouldn't have to sleep on the corner.

She had run into Falcone's men again a few time, she didn't run however, she picked a fight. They hadn't expected it and she ended up almost killing one of them. The thrill was incredible, she got chills over her entire body just by the fact that she almost killed a man. But before she could finish the man off she suddenly got a vision of the Joker killing that man his blood spraying over her, and fear hit her.

One of the men quickly ripped her off, grabbing her by the back of the neck lifting her off the ground.

"God, if Falcone didn't want you alive, I would tear you apart." The man said.

Harley struggled as she tried to kick and scream. But the man punched her in the face.

Harley groaned as they dropped her to the floor.

"Please," She begged as the man kicked her in the stomach.

The minute his foot hit her stomach however, Harley suddenly got a vision of a man hitting her in the stomach with a bat. Then she got flashes of when she had told the Joker she was pregnant, how excited they both were, and she also remembered losing the baby. Pain, emotionally and physical ran through Harley as she let out a loud scream.

All the men began to beat the hell out of her until she was broken and bloody so bad that, Harley couldn't move. The only reason they stopped was when the main man's phone began to ring.

"Boss, we have her, we are about to take her to you…" He started. "Yes she is alive. But sir. No sir I can take care of that." He said then he turned to Harley smiling. "Looks like the boss doesn't want you alive anymore."

Then he grabbed Harley pulling her onto her feet.

Tears were streaming down Harley's face, she longed to see the Joker one last time. She was wrong, seeing the memory about the babies she realized how much her and the Joker had been through together, and how much she used to the love the Joker.

"Mr. J is going to really miss his play toy." The man smiled as he pulled out a knife and stabbed Harley in the stomach twisting the knife. "Goodbye Harley." He said dropped her on the ground.

As Harley lay dying, she had one more flash, one more memory, and as she lay there, she called for the Joker, using his real name.