It was back to the Toybox this morning. I couldn't wait to see if my uncle still lived. But he'd been about twenty years Judy's senior when they got married, so he was an old man now. He'd died overnight, another early death. I'd so wanted him to see everything that was going to happen to his wife and daughters. Rather than deal with Laurie again, I had Frankie bring out Dave, Melinda's son. His brother, Chris, was already under a different kind of torture. He was placed in the white room. Everything was white – the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the food trays and all the food he ingested. The only color he ever saw was white, and it was meant to drive him mad. I've read that it's worked in other situations. We'll have to see how Chris fares.

Dave was put in the knife room. I wanted quick and easy access to all of my knives. I had him hung in a Palestinian Hanging just as his mother had been. But I took a butcher knife and hamstrung him, slicing through all the tendons in his thighs. He couldn't support himself with his feet, now completely incapable of walking, and so he hung by his arms completely. Before long he was wheezing, desperate for a full breath of air.

"Davey. It's been so long."

"Who are you?"

"Aw, don'cha recognize me? Laurie did."

"You have Laurie? Are you the one that's been kidnapping my family?"

"No. ... Well, yes. It's being done on my orders."

"Why?" his breaths came in subtle gasps.

"Let me give you a name, and you tell me if you can guess. … Harleen Quinzel."

"Fuck."

I laughed, "Ding, ding! You win a prize, motherfucker! Congratulations on not being a total idiot."

"Shoulda known you would turn into a homicidal maniac."

"Only because you all pushed me there. And I jumped in a vat of chemicals."

"What?"

"Shut up. Let's see, where was I? You're not an idiot, good for you … ah, yes. So, you've noticed our family members disappearing, have you?"

"Hard to miss."

"What about your sons, Davey? Have you missed them?"

His eyes widened, "What did you do to my boys?"

I walked forward, up to his face, so I could whisper conspiratorially, "I had them picked up from school. And then I had your wife picked up from home."

"What did you do?!"

"Don't worry. They won't be tortured like the rest of you. Technically, they didn't do anything to me. But I have to end the Nelson line. So, they have to die."

"You bitch! You evil cunt! Stay away from my family!"

"Too late, Davey. I'm pretty sure they're already dead. I only had them shot, they didn't feel a thing."

He began to weep and gasp, "Tell me … you're lying."

"I hate liars. Make a habit of not being one."

He was barely able to breathe, his shoulders having dislocated and his hanging inducing a pain that didn't hold a candle to knowing his family was dead. Knowing that soon the rest of his family would be dead.

"None of the kids will be tortured. It's not their fault they were spawned by pure evil."

"The only evil ... in this world is you."

"Aw, thanks, Davey! So sweet of you to say. Grampie always did say I was Rotten, didn't he? Rotten to the core, that's me."

"You'd murder ... children."

"Yep. I don't give a shit about kids. I don't give a shit about anyone other than -"

"Other than who?"

"You ever hear of the Joker?"

Wide as saucers his eyes grew, "You know him?"

"He's my boyfriend." I tugged on one pigtail, "Why do you think I'm so crazy?"

"How the hell did you -"

"It's a long story. And I'm not here to tell you stories. I'm here to watch you die."

"You think," he gasped, "this is gonna … kill me?"

"I know it is, Davey. Eventually you're not going to be able to breathe anymore. Or maybe your arms will rip off and you'll bleed to death. What do you think, do you think that could happen, Davey?"

"Stop … calling … me that."

"This is what you waste your breath on, Davey? Asking for something you know I'm not gonna do?"

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten our childhood, Davey? Have you forgotten how you and the others tortured me, Davey? Why shouldn't it be my turn?"

"Stop..."

"Ya know, Davey, I tore out the tongues of my other grandparents. Maybe I'll do that to you too, cuz you're really starting to annoy me. … I know! Let's check in on Laurie, shall we?"

I clicked the remote for the TV I had set up with live feeds. Frankie was so good I almost had too many family members to rotate through. I showed him Laurie, shivering and weeping in the cold room, thick bandages over her eyes.

"I ripped her eyes out. Doesn't she look so much prettier?"

"Monster..."

"Everyone seems to come to that insult, yes. But I don't mind." I unzipped my harlequin suit just enough to show off the tattoo over my heart. "I'm proud to be Daddy's lil Monster."

"Crazy..."

"Yes, Davey. I'm insane. You're just realizing this now?" I leaned forward so I could whisper in his ear, "I have Chris, too. Soon I'll have Jess and your dad. … Did I tell you I killed your mom? Then I stabbed her body about thirty times."

"What … is wrong … with -"

"Ugh, we've covered this already. I'm getting bored." I poked him, "Can't you just die now?"

I had an evil idea, one that had already begun hatching earlier in our conversation. Riiiiip. Tear. Shred. I had Frankie come in and pull Dave higher, so that his feet dangled uselessly, blood still dripping from the wounds in his thighs. Then I had him bring in weights. One by one, we added more weights with thick, heavy chains. They tore his wounds open wider than I thought they'd go. His screaming was deliciously horrible. But I wanted to see his arms rip off. How much weight will it take? Rip him in half. Blood. Kill.

It took more weight than we had in house. Frankie sent out guys to get more, but we quickly realized it was going to take more weight than would actually be possible to hang on a body. I screeched in frustration.

"Frankie, get me a saw."

He found one quickly and I moved over to my cousin, lowering the blade to his shoulder joint. And then I pushed down and let the metal teeth tear through his skin. It was slow, and it was very bloody. I didn't make it very far before I was completely impatient.

"Frankie, get me a chainsaw."

I don't know when Dave died. Hell, it could have been before Frankie made it back with the chainsaw. Or while he was showing me how to get it going. But once it was, I sliced through both shoulder joints like a chainsaw through butter. The body dropped with a large CLANG as all the weights dropped with it. Blood streamed from his shoulders onto the floor, growing until both sides connected into a big circle.

I looked over myself, basically looking like Carrie on prom night from all the kickback, and decided it was time for a shower.

"Frankie, drive me home."

"You got it, boss."

I raised a brow, "We got some shit to talk about, Frankie."

I was thankful I hadn't driven us in the Quinnmobile that morning, instead getting blood all over the interior of the Bugatti J had driven me home from Frankie's in. "First off, did you kill the rest of the Johannsens?"

"Dave's family? Yeah, we took care of them this afternoon."

"Good. I would have done it myself, but I don't even care enough to see them die. They're just loose ends. What happened with Chris's family?"

"We had to kill our way through a daycare to get to his baby."

"And?"

"The baby was the first one we got. We still need to nab the rest of them."

"Well do it quickly, I don't want anyone getting away. Though I doubt Mrs. Johannsen is going anywhere without her husband and daughter. … How are you finding everyone so fast?"

"J's got a pretty vast information network. You'd think it would just extend across Gotham, but it's nationwide. There's a lotta his business that takes place in Gotham, but there's a whole bunch that's outside New Jersey."

"How long you been workin' for Mistah J?"

"About three years now."

He pulled into the garage and we walked to the speed elevator to the Penthouse, riding it upstairs quickly. I really couldn't wait to shower.

"Come with me, I'm not done talkin' to you." I walked towards the master bathroom, unzipping and removing my harlequin suit as I went. I started up the shower and stepped under the spray as soon as it was warm enough, letting the red tinged water sluice down my skin.

"Explain somethin' to me, Frankie." I turned to look and saw he was leaning against the triple sink, half sitting on the marble. "You been workin' for Puddin' three years now. And you've known me two weeks, yeah?"

"Sounds about right."

"What would you do if we both told you to do different things?" He knows how much I hate liars.

"As long as it wasn't anything that would get you hurt, I'd follow you."

"Why?"

"You're not the only one who hasn't had many friends since meeting the Joker, Harley."

I smiled. After a pause I frowned, "You know you can never tell Puddin' this."

"Oh, I know." Frankie shook his head, "He's killed people for far less than knowing they'd go against his orders."

"Is it because I fucked you?"

He stopped to think about it, which I actually appreciated. He knows how much I value honesty and while he never made a vow to always be truthful with me, the way that I had to J in Arkham, it looked like he was going to make sure he never lied to me. "No. ... I trust you. Crazy ass that you are."

I laughed, then asked, "Do you not trust J?"

"Does anyone?"

I nodded, "I do."

"Hasn't he killed you once already?"

I nodded again, "He did."

"And you trust him?"

"With my life."

Frankie shook his head, "You really are crazy, Harley."

"Oh, I know. Now get out of here and let me shower in peace."

I needed to look good because J and I were going to the Black Mask Club again and that began with an extra clean shower and a shave. I had to make sure that I got all the blood off me before I started to get ready for the evening. I wore the soft-pink mini dress I'd stolen from the designer store and did a half pink, half blue makeup look. My hair was left long and smooth and I put on blue heels. Once again, I wore gold to match my daddy, and luckily there were no tussles after we went out this evening. I didn't get as drunk as I did last time, though I took plenty of other people's drinks out of impatience. When I was tipsy enough the little girl in me started to come out.

I climbed into the booth where J was sitting and crawled over to him, "Daddy?"

"Pumpkin."

"I need you to fuck me." I tried to get in his lap, but he held me off slightly.

"Not here."

I whined, that little girl whine of a spoiled brat not getting her way. He gave me a look that normally I would have been able to read immediately. But in my semi drunken state it took me a moment. I moved forward and began kissing his mouth, "Please, Daddy? I need you inside me."

He kissed me deeply, making my pussy throb and flood, and then he gripped my arms and pushed me back until I was sitting, "Not. Here."

I whined again and he looked to Jonny. They didn't need words. Jonny was used to predicting J's needs. He took me by the arm and pulled me from the booth, marching me away.

"Jonny! Stop!"

"This is not the time for your bullshit, Harley."

"I'll have you know I'm not on my bullshit right now. But I'll be glad to let you know when I'm back on it."

He looked around until he saw Frankie and then dragged me over to him, "Take her out of here."

"No! I wanna stay!"

"C'mon, Harley."

"What? Frankie, I said no! Frankie!" I stomped my foot like a child and crossed my arms defiantly. "I wanna stay! And dance! And I need to fuck my Daddy."

Jonny looked at Frankie with an expression that brooked no arguments and then leaned down to growl in my ear, "If you pitch a fit and have to be dragged out of here, what kind of punishment do you think you'll get? For causing a scene? Embarrassing him?"

I scowled at him, "I still wanna stay."

"And if you were in any way trustworthy, you would be."

"Hey!"

"C'mon, Harley," said Frankie, holding out his hand, "Let's go get ice cream."

"I want fudge sauce!" and I skipped after him happily. We had to take a cab, since the four of us had gone to the club together, but we found a frozen yogurt place that had all the toppings you could ever think of. I made four different sundaes, all with fudge sauce, and we took another cab back to the high rise. He showed me the way to get in from the street and we nearly spilled one of the cups of frozen yogurt on the way up. I was laughing hysterically when the doors opened, having just barely caught one of my four cups.

"I told you to let me carry them!" Frankie admonished.

"I've got it!" I retorted.

We dumped the cups on the table in the TV room and sat down to sample frozen yogurts and watch cartoons.