I know, I know, I suck.

I don't even have an excuse I am just a shitty person.

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Chapter 28

Face it Harls, this stinks! You're a certified nutso wanted in twelve states and hopelessly in love with a psychopathic clown.

Harley felt like an incredibly crummy human being for just up and leaving the Joker the way she did, but knowing when she wasn't wanted was something she had grown accustomed to in life.

She wondered the streets of Gotham for a while before deciding upon searching the local bus station for some kind of inspiration as to where she should go. Her bleached skin and odd hair was going to make it nearly impossible to work as psychiatrist again, not that she would. It would be like the blind leading the blind, how could she ever try to make someone sane again when she was so deep in insanity herself?

She was deciding between Midway city and Metropolis when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Wiping away the tears that had managed to spill over she peered at the phone screen, expecting to see the face of a psychopathic clown but instead seeing the photo of her red haired best friend staring back at her.

"Hey red," she sighed into phone, sitting down on one the benches and glaring at a lady who stared at her as she walked past.

"Harley, are you okay? Did that oversized jack in the box hurt you again?" Ivy's voiced all but growled down the line, she could hear the busy Gotham street behind her.

"I left him Red, he didn't want me 'round no more." Harley's voice cracked and her best friend was uncharacteristically quiet on the other end of the line.

After a pregnant pause, Ivy finally spoke, "I'm sorry Harls, want me to come get ya? Where are you?"

"Nah I'll come to you, I guess I should find somewhere new to stay." Harley got up and began making the distance to her best friend's hideout on the outskirts of town, sighing every time she passed her ex lover's grinning face on the screens around Gotham. He really did have the whole place under his thumb.

When she got to Ivy's hideout, Harley fell right into her arms and cried, not stopping until exhaustion came over her and she could no longer think about anything but sleep.

After her nap, Harley sulked on the sofa for an hour whilst Ivy went about doing her usual thing of taking care of all the plants in the apartment, talking to each one at a time. How one woman could name and then continue to remember the name of over 60 plants was beyond Harley's thought process.

Finally getting bored of all the plant talk Harley turned on the TV and stared absently at the re-run of the stupid kids show with the unabsorbent sponge. Why did a sponge even know how to talk anyway?

Her mindless thoughts were cut short by the flash of 'Breaking news' across the TV and then the reporter staring into the camera with a worried look on his face. "It seems like Harley Quinn, the psychotic girlfriend of the Joker has gone missing. The Joker is leaving o building unturned in his pursuit for the girl and Batman is nowhere to be seen. Is it possible she was finally caught by the caped cruscader?" A multitude of sirens rang in the background and Harley scoffed.

"As if," she muttered to the screen and then froze. Mr J is looking for me.

Harley shot up like a flash and started trying to put her shoes on whilst hopping on foot, calling out for her best friend at the same time. Pamela came running into the room, panting slightly at the excursion of energy before placing worried eyes on her frantic best friend.

"Harley? What's wrong?" Ivy watches as the pale girl bounced around the room, pulling together all her belongings.

"How would ya make it up to a man if ya just ran out on him?" Harley panted, shoving her pop gun and jester suit into her satchel.

"Sex probably." Ivy shrugged, "Why?"

"J's looking for me and I know he's gonna be mad when he finds me, I need to think of way to get back in his good books but I don't think my body is gonna do it this time." Harley finished shoving her stuff in her bag and began to readjust her pigtails.

"Well you could always go fetch that stupid diamond he wanted so much," Ivy muttered icily, meaning for the comment to be completely sarcastic. Harley's eyes lit up and she bounded across the room to tightly hold her botanic crazy friend.

"That's it! Red you're a genius." Harley squealed.

"H-Harley I wasn't being serious, we couldn't even get it and we had a plan, how the hell do you expect to retrieve it?" Ivy followed the clown girl through her apartment, trying to get her to see some kind of reason.

"Good ol' luck I guess. Thanks Red, don't worry bout me!" Harley yelled as she pulled open the door and ran off into the night, ignoring Ivy's cries of displeasure after her.

I'm gonna prove I'm worth more than just a distraction Mr J, just you wait!