I AM FINALLY UPDATING THIS. I APOLOGIZE BUT I WAS REALLY SICK FOR A WHILE SO I ACTUALLY DO HAVE AN EXCUSE.

I OWN NOTHING. NOT EVEN MY HEALTH.

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''Are you guys intending to feed me or keep me hydrated?'' Harley asked.

''Any special requests?'' Mr. Rogers smirked.

''My favorite is fried chicken, mash potatoes with brown gravy, and pepsi. Please and thank you,'' Harley smiled.

''Shouldn't you be more worried about what's going to happen to you or looking for an escape plan?''

''I'm not that worried though my Joker probably should be here by now,'' Harley grinned.

''What?'' Rogers questioned right before loud, repetitive bangs started going off. ''Is that-?''

''A machine gun,'' Harley laughed.

''Shit,'' Rogers swore as his eyes got wide with terror. ''W-Why? Why is he doing this for you? He's incapable of love!''

''Well I don't know about that but even if he didn't love me, have you ever heard of the Joker allowing anyone to take something that belonged to him?'' Harley smirked.

''Jesus fucking Christ.''

''I hope you don't really believe in all that Jesus junk. Though even if you do, I promise you won't be heading to heaven,'' A voice called out with a loud laugh.

''Puddin'!'' ''S-Sir!''

''You took something of mine dipshit and I would like it back if you don't mind,'' The Joker growled.

''I promise you Mr. Joker sir, I didn't know what all was going on. I didn't know you would care!'' Rogers began to shake.

''I'm hungry pudding. Just kill him,'' Harley pouted.

''My pleasure doll,'' The clown grinned.

''P-Please! DON'T!''

''The red color of blood is always so beautiful,'' Harley whispered.

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Harley eye's slowly opened to find another set of harsh eyes staring back at her.

''Are you alright baby?'' Harley heard her favorite clown ask her.

''I'm better than ever. I'm full, well rested, and I'm back in the arms of my favorite person. I'm just peachy.''

''What happened was mostly my fault so I'm going to make it up to you because I-I like having you around,'' Joker grunted causing Harley to giggle.

''So basically you're saying I can have one thing. Any one thing I want?'' The Joker forced a nod.

''I know exactly what that thing is,'' Harley smirked causing the Joker to raise an eyebrow in curiousity.

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Harley Quinn sighed with contentment as she felt and heard the hum of the needle touching her skin.

''This tattoo is gonna be cool as hell. You doing it for someone specific?'' The man sketching on her skin asked.

''Indeed,'' Harley smiled.

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''Ms. Harley is still at the tattoo shop Mr. Joker.'' The clown himself nodded.

''Fine. But I need you to take care of something else for me,'' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone. ''You know what this is? This is the phone I use for all of my women. I want you to take care of them, apparently I am now in a committed relationship,'' He grinned before erupting into a full blown laughing fit.

''That woman is something else. And I find myself actually enjoying it.''

TA-DA! FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER AND I LIKE IT SO I HOPE YOU ALL DO TOO. REVIEWS PEOPLE, REVIEWS.

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