A/N- Sorry that this has taken so long. I had some inspiration problems. My muse took a vacation. I've also started college, so that's time consuming. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this.

Chapter 10- The Things Kids Say

Jo woke the next morning to the sounds of crashing and yelling. Apparently, from what she could make out through the door of her prison, Harley had dropped some sort of volatile chemical and the Joker wasn't happy.

"Go get the girl, Harl! And don't drop her! We're going to get a replacement for that chemical!" Joker yelled.

Jo leapt to her feet as she heard the key turn in the lock. Harley threw open the door and gave her a bright smile.

"Mornin', Kiddo. Oh…let's run a brush through that hair, huh?" she said, procuring a small travel brush from somewhere in her sleeve. She approached Jo just as the girl plastered herself against the wall.

"What kind of kidnappers are you? Throw me in a cold cell for the entire night, then offer to brush my hair? Lord, you guys are insane!" Jo protested as Harley managed to run the brush through her hair a few times.

"There, now, we're going out today. You have to be extra nice, K?" she said, leading her out of the room.

Joker turned, already in his purple hat and trench coat, tapping his foot impatiently. He glanced at his watch, then down at Jo.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Couldn't find an outfit I liked," Jo sneered at him. He laughed.

"Funny. Now, let's go."

…………………

It was possibly the worst thing Jo had ever witnessed in her entire life. It was almost too easy to break into the labs and spray the workers with the Joker's Venom. Jo jumped this way and that to avoid being grabbed by someone affected by the purple hissing mist. Harley had put a gas mask on her.

Joker began examining row after row of vials. After reading a few, he picked an entire row of vials filled with a green substance and said, "Aha! Just what I need! Let's scoot!"

And that was that. Jo was in the labs for all of a few minutes before being ushered out the door again by Harley and a thug of Joker's. It was scary to think of how easy that had been for him. She had kept hoping--and hoped even now as they were shoving her into the backseat of the vehicle--that Batman would show up, and she would be saved. But she hoped in vain for all too soon, they were back at the hideout and she was back in the room.

It was several hours before she heard anything from anyone beyond her door. Then, suddenly, the door flew open and the Joker stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall.

"What do you want?" Jo hissed.

He laughed a bit of his maniacal laugh before he answered. "I want a lot of things, little one. Most of them are taken from that overgrown rodent, Batman. However, now, I'll have something that he can never take from me."

Jo stared at him, afraid to asked what this new thing was. He smiled down at her and grabbed her arm. He led her from the room and to, what appeared to be, an operating table.

"What are you doing!" she yelled at him as she was forced down on the table and strapped in by Harley.

"You aren't my daughter…But I'm going to fix that with a little make-over…"

"Make-over?" Jo asked.

Wrenching her head around, she caught sight a table filled with odd devices and chemicals. Suddenly, she knew what he meant to do.

"No! No, you can't do this! Please!" she cried, struggling as a mask covered her nose and mouth and slowly everything went black.

End Notes: Yeah, I know, very Return of the Joker, here, but it just seems like something the Joker would try to do to his own flesh and blood. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. Please R & R! Thanks!