What Goes Around, Comes Around

Pairing: Joker/OC

Rating: K+

Warnings: Cursing. Ish. The writer is a sailor. A wannabe space sailor, that is.

A/N: Next chapter's on Monday. Or sooner. I'm finally about to end this and I'm super excited! WHOOP! I've been super busy lately. Dormitories are quite tedious to move into. And I thought dorms for school sucked. At least they reminded me of the dorms from Mallory Towers. Uni dorms don't. They remind me of prison. Not really but there are sooo many rules. Lights out eleven else you spend the night out. WHAT? I thought we'd all grown up:'C It's too late to get an apartment but I'll be fine. I can always move out during winter break or something. Onto a new chapter in my life, I guess. Anyway, Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty Eight- Closure

There was a time when she would have given anything to have a moment alone with Jury. Especially when after her parents had died but Jury had never really wanted anything to do with her. When her aunt had first forced her out of her bedroom when her parents had died, Misha had been convinced that her aunt was being rude to her because she was like that; the moment she'd tell her uncle, she'd thought, her aunt would be getting.

Of course, Jury wasn't what Misha had thought him to be.

And thus began the cycle of all the men in her life betraying her.

Until Jack came into the picture. Misha had made Jack promise that he wouldn't be doing the same with her or she'd kill him. As simple as that.

But that wasn't important.

Her uncle sat across from her. His coffee was untouched, as was hers. They sat in silence, not speaking, unlike the rest of the cafe around them. People around them were laughing, talking (loudly) about their day or some recent event. They didn't seem to have a care in the world because right now, they were with those they loved and trusted. The work day had ended and it was time to finally relax.

Misha didn't feel like relaxing. She felt the opposite of it. She did not know why she'd agreed to come here with him. She wanted nothing to do with him. But then, given the setting and what she'd just said when she came across him, she hadn't had it in her to reject him. Sara wouldn't have wanted that.

"So," she began, hoping to start a conversation.

Her uncle's eye caught hers and Misha looked away.

"How have you been?" he asked her for the second time now. She hadn't answered his question back at the cemetery.

"I've been...well," she replied.

"And your boyfriend?"

"He's well," she told him, turning her attention to her cup. Misha took a teaspoon and stirred in some sugar. She didn't really take any sugar with her coffee but right now, she'd do anything to avoid her uncle's eyes.

Eyes that looked too much like her father's for her liking.

There was a time when Misha would believe that those were really her father's eyes judging her, disgusted by her because of her cowardice. Even though she'd stopped thinking of them like that, right now- she felt strange. As though her father was watching her; after all, why now? She hadn't seen her uncle in years. He hadn't been there at the funeral. Why did she have to see him now after all these years?

"Ah, good, and I believe that things are fairing well for you," he spoke and she nodded.

"Yes," she stirred her spoon aimlessly.

"I'd been meaning to see you," he went on, "but there were complications."

"Aunt Rumaysah didn't want you to see me," she stated.

Jury looked stunned for a moment before saying, "Among other things."

Misha crossed her arms on the table. "Yeah..."

"You look tired."

"The doctor says it's normal at this point."

"Your mother was never tired."

Misha made eye contact with him at that, brow raised in question. It occurred to her that he was around- still unmarried- when she was born so he would know. She allowed herself to unwind a bit. "I didn't take after her then."

"If you were in New York, you could've gone to her doctor. I believe he's still practising," Jury stated.

"If I was in New York, I wouldn't be married," she replied honestly.

That seemed to annoy him. A pained look formed on his face. "Come now Misha, I would've made sure-"

"You wouldn't have," she interrupted firmly. "You would've been too busy blaming Sara on me because, to quote your wife, I'm some sort of witch like that."

Jury sighed. "I apologize for her," he said, "she hasn't been the same since Sara died. Says all kinds of gibberish these days. I don't know what's wrong with her."

Misha looked away to keep from laughing. "She's getting what she deserved," she said. "What goes around, comes around doesn't it?"

He said nothing to that.

"I worshipped you," she mumbled.

Jury frowned. "What?"

"I worshipped you," she spoke a little louder. Her heart raced faster. She never thought she'd be able to say it aloud. "And you betrayed me."

"Misha..."

"You did," she went on nonchalantly. "You meant the world to me. I loved you more than I loved my own father. I trusted you more than I've ever trusted anyone and you let me down. You betrayed for a woman you hadn't known for six months before you married her and you chose her over me."

Jury's face paled.

Misha didn't know what came over her. She'd dreamt of this moment when she was younger. The moment she'd confront her uncle. For the longest time it had been her biggest wish. One chance. One moment to speak to him, to let him know how his actions had completely ruined her life.

She'd stopped thinking about it when she moved to Gotham but the thought was there.

Now, she here was- telling him what she thought of him. Life was strange, Misha decided. She'd come to New York hoping to find peace with the idea of her cousin's most unfortunate death and here she was, having coffee with her uncle and unravelling her most deepest thoughts and wish.

"And you didn't care. You didn't feel anything. You destroyed my life, my self esteem. You broke me. You treated me like shit," she continued, "Me- didn't I mean something to you once? Why'd you do it? The business? It came to me anyway and I sold it because I was never interested in it to begin with. Your children are dead, your wife's crazy- not that she ever wasn't- so, I'll ask you once more: was it worth it?"

His eyes had become glassy as he said, "I did what I thought was best for my family."

Misha took a deep breath. That hurt more that she'd expected. "I wasn't your family?" she asked him.

His lips quivered slightly as he tried to answer. "I... I don't have an answer to that."

"Of course you don't," she agreed.

They sat in silence once more before he broke it. "I regret what's happened between us," he said softly. "But I'm afraid it's too late now isn't it?"

She smiled a little at that. "I've wanted to hear you say that for such a long time," she answered, "but you're right. It is too late. Actions speak louder than words." She got up to leave. Jury followed her.

"It was nice seeing you," she said.

"Yes," he agreed. She turned to go but he stopped her. "I'm so sorry," he finally said and she felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders.

Misha said nothing, she only nodded before leaving him.

She'd waited so long to hear those words. Even though she'd given up on him, the weight of those three words was immense. She felt... liberated. As though nothing could go wrong. She could finally live her life to the fullest with no emotional baggage stopping her. She was free. She'd finally gotten closure. She was now ready to start her life.

Or so, she thought until she noticed a familiar figure standing in the crowd ahead of her.

Harley Quinn.


Jack was hysterical. It was ten o'clock and there was still no sign of Misha. "Where is she?" he inquired of Bruce Wayne.

"She's not in Gotham," he replied, looking over the surveillance footage on the various screens in front of him. "It's like she's vanished."

"You said she'd been spotted in the ferry," Jack went on. "What happened after that?"

"She vanished," Bruce said, "she was making a conscious effort not to be seen by the cameras. It's as though she didn't want anyone to know where she was headed."

"Well, there's got to be a way to find her," he exclaimed, "what about bills?"

"Working on it," Iona replied, quickly typing on her own laptop. "She bought a ticket to New York," she informed them after a few moments, "any idea why?"

"Her father's brother is in New York," Jack replied. "But she isn't talking to him."

"That's strange,"Iona said, "she was having coffee with him a few hours ago."

"What?" Both Bruce and Jack walked over to her station. Iona played the security footage for them. "I hacked into surveillance cameras around the area," she told them, "she visited a graveyard before. Any idea why?"

"Well, she must've visited her cousin's grave," Jack told her, "but then again, she hasn't ever done that before either."

"Maybe she wanted to," Bruce suggested, "maybe she missed her or something."

Jack nodded. "True, but then- why isn't she here yet?"

"I'll keep looking around for clues," Iona said.

Jack turned to Bruce. "Do you think there's a possibility-"

"That she's staying there overnight? Yes, there is," he agreed, "but she isn't picking up the phone. Why isn't she doing that?"

Jack rubbed his forehead. "God, why did I let her go?" he wondered aloud. "I should've taken her to the doctor myself. Why does she insist on doing everything herself?"

"Do you think it has something to do with Boston?" Iona piped.

Both turned to face her. "What?"

Iona looked from Jack to Bruce and then back at Jack. "Wait- she didn't tell you?" she asked.

"Tell me what?"

"She's got a job offer from Goldman Sachs," she said, "they wanted her to move to Boston and all..." her voice trailed off as she saw the hopeless expressions of the two men. "I have a feeling that I told you something I shouldn't've."

"Boston?" Bruce wanted to know. "But why?" He turned to Jack who looked back at him sheepishly.

"I didn't think she'd really gone to look for a job," he answered.

"What?"

"We talked about moving from Gotham," Jack told him. "Misha said something about applying to other places but I didn't think she was serious."

Bruce didn't look too happy. "You're telling me this now?" he exclaimed. "For all we know, she's probably giving another job interview!"

"Yeah right," Iona quipped, "She would've told me." Then, "Oh fuck."

Bruce walked over to her. "What?"

Iona's face paled as she showed him the screen. Jack's eyes widened.

"That- that-"

"It's her."

On the screen they saw a clear footage of Harley Quinn approaching Misha before it blacked out.

"They- they have her!" Jack exclaimed, his voice shaking in fear.

Just then, Alfred walked into the room. "This was sent for Mister Napier," he said, holding out a box.

All three of them turned to see a large, chained box in Alfred's hand.

"Keep it here," Bruce said.

Slowly- after scanning it to check for bombs and the like- they opened it. Inside was a single piece of paper along with clothes belonging to the Joker.

'I expect nothing but Mistah J.

- Harley xoxo'

"We have to go," Bruce stated.

Jack nodded. "I think it's about time we end this."