Harley's POV

Word was getting around as another new villain on the Gotham scene was 'stealing The Joker's act'. He didn't like be upstaged. Not at all and I guess since I did so well with breaking him out of Arkham, is why this happened...

Jack was watching the news when I came downstairs from our bedroom. When he noticed my presence, he waved me over. I came over and sat in his lap with a smile. He turned of the TV and groaned.

"What's the matter, puddin'?"

I asked. He leaned his head back and sighed.

"Some wacko is stealing my act...Its just frustrating, no one in this damn town is original anymore."

He explained, tiredly. I rubbed his chest gently, trying to sooth him.

"Is there anything I can do to help, baby?"

I inquired. His head slowly rose as he thought of something.

"Yes, actually. Harley, I want you to go out and find this copycat. Bring him to me, dead or alive. I'd prefer alive though, if you could."

He said with a grin. I was a bit shocked.

"You want me to go out on my own?"

I asked, still stunned by the request. He nodded.

"Yep! You got me out of Arkham all by yourself, so I know you can bring this weirdo to his knees."

He assured me. I was still skeptical.

"So...like, right now?"

I questioned.

"Yeah, right now."

He answered simply.

"Why, you got some other pressing matters to address instead?"

He teased. I smiled.

"Weeell, I did-"

"Yeah right! Come on, get up and catch this guy and I'll give you something in return."

He tried to persuade me.

"Yeah yeah, I'm on it."

I said, hopping out of his lap. I turned the corner into the kitchen and crossed over to the stairs.

"Give him a pre-kick in the nuts for me, sweetness!"

Jack called. I laughed.

"Will do, Mistah' J."

I yelled to him as I entered our room. I went into the closet to get my outfit and put it on quickly. I then went into the bathroom and put on my face paint, along with my little eye mask. I went back downstairs to say goodbye to Jack real quick before leaving. We shared a small kiss at the door and as I left, he spoke.

"Be careful."

He warned. I nodded and continued on my way. I walked around Gotham stealthily, hiding from the public for now as I snooped around. I managed to make it to the docks by the river and passed by a bar. Before I was fully past the building, a pool table flew through the glass and landed in the water. Lucky, I had ducked or it would've taken off my head. I walked over to the window to see some yellow-skinned weirdo kicking the crap out of some of our men, who I assume had the night off. The unidentified lunatic was wearing only some green and black striped underwear, a red boa, and some gloves with matching boots.

"Hand over the Joker!"

The mystery man said, stepping on the back of the rookie we had hired only a few weeks ago.

"Rudolph! Hey, freak! Whaddo ya want with The Joker?"

I asked, stepping through the shattered window. The yellow man turned to me and gasped.

"Baby!"

He yelled, leaping over to me. One of the other men, Ringo tried to attack him while he was focused on me but the stranger managed to knock my friend down. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm guessing you're the guy swipin' my puddin's act."

I said, glaring at him as he knocked another man to the ground without looking away from me.

"Not me, I'm one of a kind, toots!"

He replied. Batman then came up behind him, again the man hit his target without looking.

"Whaddo ya want?"

I asked, trying to be as sassy as I could.

"The inside story on the Joker,"

He growled.

"Also, your phone number."

He said with a playful smile. I recoiled from the closeness he was trying to achieve. As Batman recovered and stood up, the rookie pulled out a semiautomatic gun.

"You'll never take me alive, Batman!"

He declared. He really was new to all of this. He started shooting madly in Batman's direction, nearly hitting me. I ran out of the bar and cut into an ally to get away from the gunshots. I could feel that freak still following me but I couldn't see him. I turned around, still nothing.

"Booga booga!"

Came his voice from behind me. I whirled around and swung at him. Once, missed. Twice, missed again. Kick, fuck, he's quick.

"Ohhh, feisty, kooky, I like her!"

He laughed as he avoided my swings. He caught my next punch with his hand.

"That's right, mama. Hurt me, I've been baaaad."

He purred eerily.

"Knock it off, creep!"

I shouted angrily.

"Creep-errrrrr."

He corrected me, coming close again. I backed over to a crane machine.

"Well, you are agile, I'll give you that."

I admitted, leaning against he towering tool behind me. Creeper smiled wildly.

"And what else with you give me?"

He asked, batting his eyes. I willed myself not to roll mine.

"Com'mer and see."

I said, crooking my finger. He began to come forward and I pulled a lever, releasing a heavy crate on top of him. I smiled to myself.

"That's one way out of a bad date!"

I commented as I decided to go back home. When I was halfway home, I felt eyes on me. I caught sight of a shadow and decided it was a premonition. I began to sprint back to the warehouse, Creeper's laughter following not far behind me. I busted through the door, startling Jack. He glared at me but I ignored it and hid behind him.

"Harley, what the hell are you doing?"

He demanded, looking back at me.

"You gotta save me, puddin'! He's after me!"

I squealed in terror. Jack was still thoroughly annoyed with my babbling.

"And who precisely would that be?"

He inquired impatiently. As if on cue, Creeper burst through our front door.

"Haaaarleeeeey! I'm hoooooome!"

He bellowed with the same twisted grin on his face. Jack narrowed his eyes at the intruder.

"He's the creep who's stealing your act!"

I told him softly.

"I know I said alive, but I didn't think this prick was gonna be batshit crazy..."

Jack murmured to me. I guess Creeper didn't hear and continued his rant.

"And that's not all Mr. Happy! I'm stealin' your girl, too!"

He finished, grabbing my left pigtail and dragging me to his side. He wrapped one arm around my waist and placed his right hand on my back, keeping my in his arms despite my squirming.

"I swear puddin', I didn't encourage him!"

I told Jack as Creeper's tongue traveled up my neck. Jack grabbed my right pigtail, yanking me from Creeper's hold.

"It's alright, Harls. I know you're a good girl."

He said with a small smile before shoving me behind him.

"Listen here, there's only room for one of us in this city. So how would you like an all expense paid trip to Metropolis, on Air Nitro?"

Jack hissed, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a vile.

With Batman

Third Person POV

'Where did he go?'

He thought to himself as he tried to hone in on his target. An explosion erupted from behind him and he sighed.

"There he is..."

He muttered aloud.

With Harley and The Joker

Harley's POV

I lay shaking in my spot, barley able to make sense of everything around me. I had been thrown into the TV by the gas explosion. I was cut up some but I was okay. I sensed movement and looked up to see Creeper. I fumbled around for something, anything to hit him with. He gently began to caress my arm.

"Awww, sweetie got a boo boo?"

He cooed, kissing up my arm. I grabbed the handle of something and swung it as hard as I could back at him. He was sent into the hard, concrete wall, puddling into a heap on the ground. I looked at the object I had used to knock him out, discovering it was the hammer Jack had gotten me.

Three Weeks Earlier...

"Harls, you need something to protect yourself with, which is why I'm giving you this."

Jack spoke, motioning towards a big wooden hammer. I stared at it, slightly discouraged by the size.

"Pud, I dunno if I can even lift that, let alone swing it at an attacker..."

I said. He smiled.

"Well, go over and give it a shot."

He ordered. I sighed and walked over to the behemoth-sized hammer. I looked to Jack and he nodded approvingly. I bit my lip as I took the handle into my hands, one in the middle of the handle, the other very close to the head. I braced myself for the great weight that was sure to come as I lifted it off the ground.

"What...the fuck? This thing weighs like, nothing!"

I exclaimed, swinging it around more. Jack smiled.

"So I take it, you like it?"

He inquired, leaning against the back of our couch. I nodded.

"I hardly ever go out on jobs though, you've given me more of a homebody position."

I said.

"I know, but just in case. For when you do go out."

He replied.

Presently...

I walked over to the crumpled man on the floor and smiled.

"Awwww, Creep-O got a concussion?"

I mocked. Jack began to Laugh at my joke. Batman's silhouette could be seen through a window and Jack sighed.

"Fucking perfect. Harley, stall him for a minute while I get the car."

Jack grumbled as he walked into the garage of the warehouse. Batman swooped down, landing in front of me. He approached cautiously as I readied my hammer.

"Harleen, put down the hammer."

He demanded, still coming closer. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh go such a brick!"

Okay that's not what I actually said but for the sake of younger reader's, we'll leave it at that. I swung my hammer at him, knocking him out.

'Too easy.'

I thought as I walked over to our hyena's cage. They both yipped and barked excitedly as I let them out.

"Come on, babies! Daddy's taking us somewhere else."

I told them as I grabbed their leashes. I hooked their collars and held them tight as we exited the building. The car was waiting for us when we got outside. I opened the backdoor for Bud and Lou and they hopped in quickly. I then rounded to the passenger's side of the car and slammed the door.

"Ready babe?"

Jack asked. I nodded.

"Yes sir! The Bat is fast asleep now thanks to my hammer."

I told him proudly.

"Told ya it would help."

He bragged with a grin as we pulled out of the lot. I just smiled back, leaning my head against the window.