8 hours. The Joker waited for 8 hours. Doctors ran in and out of where they had taken Harley, but none of them even looked at him, let alone said anything to him. After he had literally taken his gun apart so many times he could no longer put it together anymore. Angrily he chucked it against the wall as he let out a loud scream. He couldn't take it anymore; the waiting was driving him insane. More insane that usual. To him it was the worst form of torture he could ever think of.
"J," Deadshot screamed running into the room. "What's wrong, what did they say, is Harley ok?" He panicked.
"Now, now you care." Joker growled.
"Of course I care." Deadshot said.
Joker growled as he got face to face with Deadshot.
"Why do you care so much about Harley, Floyd." He snapped. "You knew Harley for a total five seconds, and yet you are willing to get yourself killed for her. Why." Joker growled and he could see the fear in Deadshot's eyes.
Deadshot quickly pulled his gun out but Joker knocked it out of his hands grabbing it and turning the barrel on Deadshot. However, by the time Joker had done this, Deadshot had already pulled out another gun and pointed it at Joker.
"Don't do this J," Deadshot growled.
"Um… sir…" A voice said and both Joker and Deadshot's heads snapped to the side to see a doctor standing next to them. "Harley just got out of surgery."
"How is she." Joker asked turned towards the doctor placing the barrel of the gun on the doctor's spleen.
"She… she…" The doctor stuttered. "She's stable, we won't know if she is going to be ok, until she wakes up."
"Where is she?" Joker asked.
"We have her in a room." Doctor said.
"Take me to her." Joker demanded and the doctor quickly hurried off with the Joker closely behind him.
Deadshot had started to follow Joker but Joker quickly turned around placing the barrel of the gun on Deadshot's chest.
"Stay here, and make sure batboy doesn't decide to break our deal." Then Joker handed Deadshot his gun back as he quickly followed the doctor.
It took only a moment for them to reach the room, the minute he stepped in however, the Joker felt as though his legs were going to buckle as he saw Harley.
She was lying in bed wires attached to her everywhere. The Joker's heart shattered as he watched her take a struggled breath.
"She has 4 broken ribs, a pretty nasty concussion, and she has severe trama to her stomach and intestines from where she got stabbed. We did the best we could but we aren't sure if she is going to make it. I'm sorry." The Doctor said but the Joker just grabbed him by his shoulders and shoved him out of the room. "What are you…" The doctor demanded but Joker just slammed the door in his face, shutting all of the blinds to any windows, then he made his way over to Harley side kneeling beside her grabbing her hand.
"Hi-ya Harley, you didn't think you could just leave me like that could you. You had daddy so worried. But it's ok baby, everything is going to be alright, I'm going to make sure to get you all better, so you can help me run our kingdom again baby. Because you know I hate to admit it, but I can't run the kingdom without you." The Joker could feel a lump growing in his throat and his eyes began to water. "That's why I need you to wake up Harls. Please, baby, please wake up. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes." He ran his fingers through her hair which contrasted with her pale skin. "I could even get used to you being a brunette. Just please come back to me." And that was the breaking point, Joker just began to sob. Reality was setting in and he could feel himself reverting back to the man he was. He pulled Harleys hand up to his face kissing it. Harley wasn't going to survive, Joker knew it, but he could imagine life without her.
It seemed like years as Joker waiting. He hadn't moved from his spot still sobbing over top of Harley, the only comfort he found was listening to Harley's heartbeat on the monitor, that was the only thing that was stopping him from ripping this hospital apart, bit by bit, killing everyone in the hospital. But he couldn't, he couldn't move, he couldn't function. Not without his Harley.
Suddenly Deadshot burst into the room.
"Get the fuck out!" Joker growled tears still streaming down his face.
"Is she?" Deadshot asked his voice cracking.
"No," Joker said wiping his face. "She's in a bad shape though. Doctor said she had 4 broken ribs, a concussion and major trauma to her intestine and stomach."
"Do they think, is she going…" Deadshot said sitting down in the chair.
"Probably." Joker responded as he got up and stretched never letting go of Harley's hand.
"Hey, listen J. I'm sorry about what I said before, you know I care about Harley, but only in a platonic way."
"I know." Joker replied as he went to go kneel again.
"Wait," Deadshot stated as he quickly rushed his chair over to Joker so he could sit. "Here I have to go back to patrol anyways, the police are getting antsy."
"If anyone enters the hospital." Joker started.
"I know I'll kill them before they even get in the door." Deadshot responded. Then the room went silent. "I'm sorry about the pregnancy I…"
"Don't talk about it." Joker growled causing Deadshot to turn and leave. Before he completely left however Joker called. "Thank you."
Deadshot froze as he looked at Joker.
"I have never thanked you for not fucking me over. You have become my right hand man, now this is probably the only time you will ever, and I mean ever, hear me say thank you, but you've already seen me vulnerable, so thank you."
Deadshot just nodded sincerely and then left.
Joker turned back to look at Harley.
"Love, please, please wake up." His voice cracked again, but he didn't cry. Instead he just laid his head on her hand and fell asleep.
