Alright so this is both 28 part 2 and 29. Hope you like it. We only have one last chapter!


"We are going to the warehouse first." Joker started towards the front as the van took off through the gates. Ringo glanced over his shoulder before nodding. "You want me to take her in?" Plopping down into the passenger seat he shook his head. "No I need to have a word with her, I think its time to put her back into her place."

Dread washed over Ringo for a moment, taking a moment he looked up into the review to see Harley curled into a small ball next to a box of explosives.

"After we dumb Harley are we going to...." Joker held up his hand and nodded. "Yes but dont say anything around her." Ringo looked at him confused. She was knocked out and might not be awake for few hours and he is worried about talking around her. He held in his laughter. He really has lost it. Silence filled the van.

When they reached they reached the warehouse Joker got up from his seat and headed back towards Harley's sleeping form. Lifting her small body up into his arms he made his way to the back exit of the van, kicking it hard he hopped down pulling Harley's body closer to his chest.

Walking through his makeshift home he carried Harley to 'their' bedroom, across the room and layed her softly on the bed. Looking down on her he felt anger wash over him. She was more trouble then she was worth. Balling his fists he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw her shift alittle in her sleep. Gritting his teeth he wished he could just do it. Wrap his hands around her slender neck until she turned blue. Smiling at the image he had painted himself he slowly took off his jacket.

He continued to think of other ways he could kill her, he wouldn't shoot her. No too simple not personal enough, like giving someone cash for Christmas. He would have to make it original and meaningful. He laughed softly to himself. Rolling up his sleeves slowly he envisioned cutting her body open and drawing her a lovely portrait with her blood on the wall.

Then he paused mid roll. Then what? Would he be able to go back to how it was before her? She had been around for a few months now. Would it be the same? So many emotions wash over him at once but his thought was cut off when her heard a soft sigh come from behind him.

Slowly she opened her eyes, bury shapes formed before a sick feeling came over her. Holing her hand to her mouth she sighed. Moving her head over she found Joker giving her a strange look. She watched him get up and walk around the bed over to her.

Before she even knew what was going on she was being lifted from the bed and slabbed up agents the bedroom wall. "What the fuck was that!" He yelled at her.

"What!" She asked shreaking. Truly unsure of what he was talking about she gave him a confused glare. "At Arkham you just stopped. We could have been caught because of your dumb ass!" He pushed her to the ground hard beside his feet. "Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself Harley!"

She just looked up at him, tears filled her bright blue eyes. "HUH!" He yelled.

That was it she quickly grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled him down to the floor with her before straddling his chest placing a knee on each arm pinning him down. "Do you!" She hissed in his face.

He laughed. "You think your the shit dont you Harleen." The name slithered off his tongue like fire. Placing a hand on his throat she pushed down. "Don't FUCKING call me that name!" He laughed even harder. "What are you gunna do Harley? Kill me! Then what, where will you go? Who will take care of you?"

It was her time to laugh. "What makes you think I need you? Huh? I don't need you! You apparently need me or else I would have been laying dead back in Arkham." She pushed down harder on his neck. Struggling he managed to over power her and knock her off of him.

Getting up quickly he pulled Harley up by her shirt. "Well maybe I didn't want to make it that fucking easy on you!" He hissed before hitting her hard against her left cheek. Falling to the floor tears started to run down her face. He laughed before pulling her up by her arm and forcing her against the wall again.

"I guess your right you don't need me. Hell you could have sent me a fucking note telling me to pack my shit when you found that skank doctor you were so fond of!" She hissed through clinched teeth.

Shoving her harder against the wall by her neck he glared into her eyes. "Its power Harley! Do you really think I would actually do that! Huh! I may be sick cupcake but not that sick. You should know by now your the only woman I have allowed in my bed to live." He hissed the last words to her.

He ran one finger down her red cheek with a smile. "I have to get to work. It was lovely talking with you though." He laughed before pulling her to his body then pushing her onto the bed. Walking at a slow pace out of the door.

Laying there looking up at the ceiling in shock. Dizziness washed over her body before she shot up and ran towards the bathroom dropping to her knees and hang her head over the toilet. Whipping the side of her mouth she pushed her back against the wall and sighed.

What was happening to her? She couldn't get sick, he would kill her the instant he found out. Tears started to fall down her face. He was right. She needed him. She loved him. She was madly in love with a killer, the same killer who taught her everything he knew. The killer who gave her his hand to hold when she was slipping into the darkness.

Pulling herself from the floor she made it back to the bedroom. Sitting on the end of the bed she looked down at her hands. Something in the back of her mind told her to leave while she had the chance but her heart just couldn't allow her to do it.

Even though her body was badly beaten and mind was tired she just couldn't bring herself to move or to leave. Tears dripped from her chin to the palm of her hand. Then the sound of shattered glass filled the room. Shards flew around the room and feel to the floor and the window was smashed in.

The wind blow Harley's blonde hair around as she watched as the dark figure begin to stand before her. It was the Batman.

Dark eyes rose to meet hers as a smile crept onto her lips. She was a smiling mess. Her hair was in knots and thrown in every direction, her makeup smeared down her eyes and she looked to have been ran over. Yet still she was a beautiful disheveled smiling angel. He felt bad for her for a moment, that moment passed when she hit him in the face with a lamp.

Her giggle filled the room. "Come on did you really think you could just smash my damn window and grab me...save the fucking day? Haha! Think again rat brain. Who says I need you to save me!" She stood about a foot from his grasp still holding the long lamp in front of her.

Taking a swift step closer to her he tried to grab the lamb from her but failed. Giggling she stepped back as she swung the heavy lamp again. "You know I want break Bats. Show me what ya got!" She screamed as she charged at him swinging.

Quickly he grabbed the lamp and slung her across the room. Landing with a thud against the wall she pulled her legs close to her and placed her head on them.

He paused. The sound of her crying had stopped him in his tracks. What was he thinking, she was just a sick woman who need his help. He walked closer to her. "Harleen let me help you." He held out his hand towards her.

Slowly darkly circled eyes rose to meet his but instead of tears on her face a smile blessed her bruised lips. Quickly she kicked at his knees causing him to fall to the floor. Getting up from the floor she took off running out of the room laughing.

Quickly he got up and followed suit. He would have to be more careful around her he thought. She had been living with the Joker for far to long. She ran as fast as she could down the hall to Joker's office, there had to be something to stop him there.

Slamming up against the door she screamed. It was locked. "Shit!" Quickly she turned around to find Batman only a few feet from her. She was stuck. Backing herself up against the door she begain to think. As he grew closer and closer her mind started to go blank.

This was it. "Where is he?" He was now only about a foot away. Panicking she shook her head. "I don't know who your talking about." A few more steps closer he asked her again. "Harleen where is he?"

"I DONT know!" She screamed at him, he was only a few inches away from her trembling body. "I don't know." She whispered softly up at him.

Placing a firm hand on her left arm he began to pull her down the hall, her struggling and screaming. "Stop! NO! You can't do this to me!" She shot her hand out for the wall but could only drag her fingernails across it. Then he stopped. Harley stood there for a moment confused before feeling a sharp pain run through her body, then everything went blank.



Slowly he whipped the blood from his glove on his pants as he looked over his work. Three of Edwards most 'loyal' men tied together with matching smiles. He wished Harley was here to see this. Without thinking he let a small smile spread across his face.

She would have been so excited. Turning he looked over to Ringo who was holding a gun to Edward's head. "Now wasn't that fun?" He asked as he moved closer. If looks could kill Joker would be a dead man. He smiled and laughed patting Nigma's cheek.

"I need to get back to the misses or she will just loose her damn mind and blow something up. So It was nice doing busyness with you. Ill see you around." He smiled as he walked out of the basement. Ringo dropped the gun from Edward's head but two more replaced it. Walking behind Joker he sighed and placed his gun back into his holster.

"So we going back home boss?" Joker nodded. "I think Harley has been punished enough." He smiled as he got into the passenger side of the van.



Blinking her eyes slowly she woke. Stretching she looked around. The whole room was light and it looked to be a hospital room. Pausing mind thought she begain to panic. Arkham! Quickly she sat up.

"Nice to see you awake Mrs. Quinzel." The short bald man smiled. "Who the hell are you!" She screamed at him. He laughed. "My name is . Your Harleen arn't you?" He asked as he approached her on the table. "Don't call me that." She said softly. "Then what shall I call you?"

She glanced over at him. "Harley." He smiled. "Harley, well Im just going to run some simple tests before sending you out there. Is that alright."

"I have no other option so I guess I am your lab rat for the moment." She sighed and layed back down on the table.


Silence sounded him. He stood in the middle of a pile of broken glass by the bed. She was gone. Anger flooded his body and before he knew it he was destroying the whole room. Flipping the bed and yelling. Slamming everything and anything he could get his hands on against the wall and watching it shatter into a million pieces. Who the hell was dumb enough to do this to him.

After the whole room was distoryed he walked out of the bed room down the steps and out the door. Jumping into the van he sped off silently down the road.


"Well miss Harley I have some news." The bald man walked back into the room where Harley was half asleep on the table. "What might that be Doc?" She said softly and she sat up.

He looked over his notes a moment before looking back up at her. "How have you been feeling lately?" She shrugged. "I don't know...well today I have been feeling really sick."

Nodding he leaned back on the counter. "How about your period? Are you late?" She paused for a moment. She hadn't even thought about that in a while. Shrugging she answered. "Ummm I don't know..what are you getting at?"

"Well Miss Quin. I don't know if this is good or bad news for you but your Pregnant."

Her eyes slowly grew wider. "Your joking." He shook his head. "Shit." She whispered.


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