Ok, I know this chapter is short. However, I do hope that people are still reading it! It would be nice to get a response. I'll give you one more chapter before I go on my spring break.
"DeeDee!!! Get your butts back in here!" the old woman screamed.
Both of the girls gave each other cold glances as they turned around and headed back inside the living room of their quaint little house. They stood at full height in front of an elderly woman who was sitting on a couch at the far side of the room.
"I thought I told you that you couldn't leave this house after dark for a year!" the old lady flatly stated.
"Nana Harley, in case you haven't realized, it HAS been a whole year!"
"Yeah, and now it's time to catch up on a little partying! Are you gonna let us go this time?"
"Really? It's been a whole entire year already?"
Both of the girls anxiously nodded their heads and started backing out of the room.
"Hold it right there you two!" said Nana Harley. "I've just got one thing to say. No more funny business ok? If you get into any more trouble, you can forget about me deciding to help you. I won't do it! Do you understand? I won't!"
"Geez, Nana Harley, why are you getting so upset? It's not like we were going to start robbing people."
"DeeDee, now listen to your grandma....I've done some things in the past that I wasn't too proud of. Things that I've gotten away with for decades. But something always bothered me. After I stopped doing those things, I was overcome with guilt. I wasn't happy anymore. Life wasn't worth living. Then I met your grandfather and he brought some meaning and joy back into my life. Now, I have you two to take care of. This is my last chance to make things right. So I don't want you two going around town and messing it up for me, ok? If you do, I'll personally sic the entire police force on you!"
"Ok..." they both reluctantly said.
Once again, they started backing away from Nana Harley when they bumped into someone.
"My, my, my.....that was an impressive speech."
The girls both turned to see someone they never expected to see again. They quickly went to their grandmother and sat beside her. The man at the entrance to the living room grinned.
"It was moving, riveting, and it just brought a tear to my eye," the Joker mockingly wiped away a fake tear. "I'm touched that those times we had together were special to you. They were ok for me too," he said nonchalantly.
"No, it can't be," she said.
"Oh but it is! And you'll never guess how! You see, I implanted my DNA into..." he paused remembering that no one else knew who Batman or his sidekicks were. "Robin when we were at Arkham! Now, some fifty years later, I'm back to make life fun again! Harley, I need to ask you a favor. Could I have DeeDee join my gang again?"
"S..s..s-sure," was all she could manage to say.
"Thanks a bunch Harl! We'll keep in touch! Toodles!" He turned his attention to the girls. "Come on girls, I've got lots of things to do and I haven't got all night!"
The young twins quickly got up and left with the Joker. They both looked back at their grandmother and smiled. She was just staring in disbelief at the wall where Joker was standing. She snapped back to attention once she heard the unmistakable laughter exploding in the air.
***meanwhile***
Barbara Gordon had finally gotten a chance to rest when she stepped into her home. She had just come back from Tim's lab still trying to search for more evidence to support Bruce's story. She got a warrant for all of that night's surveillance tapes and for the vidscreen inside the laser room that was used.
She hoped her search would turn up something that would help her catch Tim's killer or, perish the thought, of his own suicide. She began to brew a pot of coffee and wished that she were with her husband right now.
Sam Young finally had a chance to go on vacation. They were supposed to leave today, but with the death of one of her closest friends, she couldn't leave. They probably wouldn't get another chance to go on vacation together for a long time.
She turned on the vidscreen and sat down with her fresh cup of coffee so she could watch the evening news. She had been there for about ten minutes when she heard a noise on the roof. She looked up, thought it was nothing and turned her attention to the vidscreen once more. A couple minutes later, the electricity for the entire house abruptly turned off. She carefully put down her cup of coffee, then quickly pulled her gun out of her holster.
Outside, on the rooftop, a figure stood next to the cut wires that used to bring the house light. The sickle on the figure's right hand gleamed underneath the moonlight.