Chapter16: Crazier

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You lift my feet off the ground, spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier

(Taylor Swift – Crazier)

"Are ya ready Puddin?!" Harley giggled from inside their shared bathroom.

"Come out Harley!" Mr. J commanded, growing impatient.

Because she knew she was testing her limits Harley began to giggle. She loved teasing and testing him. Making him angry made her happy. It was her favourite game in the whole world.

"Harley!"

"Here I am, Puddin!" She pushed the door open and revealed her new costume to him. Just as she had hoped his mouth dropped open in awe and he was stunned by her appearance.

It was shocking and that's what Harley lived for: Black pantyhose, blue and red panties covered by a dark belt, a ripped tight shirt that read Daddy's Lil' Monster and two pigtails. Her white and blue shoes with their high heels, still didn't amount much to her height. She was still smaller than him.

"Do ya like it?" She giggled turning around and stretching so that he had a good view of her perfectly shaped butt.

"I love it." He muttered with a dark look in his eyes. "But you know I can't let you leave the house like that Harley."

She began to giggle and stepped towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why not?"

"You know why." He sighed. "I don't want other men looking at you."

The blonde woman giggled. "Yes you do. You'll love it, you'll see!" She stepped back from him in a dancing step. "Is it enough to shock dear old Shayne?"

Mr. J nodded. "It's perfect Harley."

She squealed loudly at his praise and clapped her hands together. "Johnny was a lot of help!" She walked past him to the window and looked out into the night of Gotham City.

"I can imagine." Mr. J smiled.

"He was!" Harley spun around to him. "And he said he had fun!"

"He was terrified, Harley. You scare him."

She rolled her blue eyes and didn't answer. There was a silence as a dark look appeared on her face. It was a rare expression, but Mr. J knew it all to well on her pretty features: Fear.

"We don't have to do it tonight." He said as he stepped towards her and cupped her face in his hands. "There's no rush."

"I want to do it tonight." She argued.

He kissed her and Harley kissed him back with a giggle. Excitement radiated through her entire body. She wasn't sure if there had been some kind of drug in the chemicals that had found their way into her bloodstream or if she was just always happy because she was finally free. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

Mr. J took her hand into his and led her down the stairs. The plan was to kill Shayne, they both knew that, but they didn't know how yet. Mr. J wouldn't have minded taking him home to make it last, but Harley wanted it over with. She wasn't sure if she could actually do it, but the Joker believed in her.

"Johnny, Harley and I are going out."

The henchman looked up from the phone in his hands and if he was surprised he didn't show it. Next to him on the sofa the redheaded police-woman stiffened and sat up as she saw the couple.

"Yvette, go and clean the bathroom!" Harley snapped and the other woman scrambled to her feet and hurried upstairs. The bleached blonde sighed dramatically and looked up at her boyfriend.

"I hate her."

"I know, Baby." He didn't say anything further to the matter and turned to his most-trusted man. "Stay here and keep the boys in check."

Johnny nodded. He'd been working for Mr. J long enough to know what that meant. No parties, no guests, nothing unusual was to go on in his house if he wasn't there or hadn't ordered it.

"Johnny, you had fun going shopping today right?" Harley asked.

His eyes went to his boss, who wasn't much help and was chuckling amused.

"Eh..sure Harley. We should do it again."

"See! Told ya, Puddin'!" She squealed and was then pulled out of the house to the car. The drive was 40 minutes and even though Harley tried not to be – she was nervous. She wasn't sure she could do this, she wasn't even sure she wanted to do it...Mr. J said it would help her and that Shayne didn't deserve to live after what he had done. She understood that, but killing him? Would it make her feel better?

"Is your psychologist talking to you again?" Mr. J took his eyes off the road to look at her and Harley blushed under his gaze. She wasn't sure how he knew when her sane thoughts overwhelmed her, but he could always tell.

"Revenge is useless. I won't feel better afterwards."

"Yes you will." He disagreed. "You'll see."

"I'm scared."

"Do you know what we should do?" He suddenly said.

"What?"

"Get you some tattoos." He grinned. "You have such pretty skin, but we can perfect it."

She hadn't thought about it before. "So I look like you?"

"Exactly like me!" He chuckled and she began to laugh loudly.

"I can't look exactly like you, Puddin'!" Harley giggled. "I'm a woman!"

Mr. J sped through the night even quicker and began to laugh loudly with her. Once they had calmed down he said:

"I still have a present for you, Harls."

"Really?!" She turned around in her seat. "Where?! Is it the car?!"

"No." He laughed. "Open the glove-box."

When she did she was half expecting a gun, but was surprised when she pulled out a black choker-necklace. The gold letters Puddin were written on it.

"Oh Puddin'!" She cried out. "It's beautiful!"

"Put it on!"

She did so and squealed happily. "It's perfect, Mr. J'!"

He looked at her and nodded. It was perfect. She would shock her brother to death with her new appearance. Only the tattoos were missing. He already had some ideas for her, he'd thought about them while she'd been sleeping. Mr. J knew she was scared, but he didn't ask her about it. There was no point. The only way to beat your fear was to stand up to it. Harley would learn that soon enough. So he turned up the music and sped through the night. Anticipation was pumping though his veins. Harley was almost perfect, almost. But he had to see how she would deal with this. Whether she could cope or not.

Once Shayne was taken care of Mr. J would finally be able to make his Harley Quinn public so all the world could see. Especially Batman. The Joker wanted everyone to know that Harley and he belonged together. That she was his.

And he wanted everyone to be afraid.

He stopped his car in front of the large building complex and turned to his girlfriend.

"Are you ready?"

She grinned. "Let's do it."

The pair got out of the car and hurried toward the building. Mr. J stayed back and watched Harley, who rang the doorbell without a moments hesitation.

"Hello?"

"Shayne, it's me Harleen!"

The door buzzed immediately and the clown pair stepped inside. Mr. J chuckled at how easy this was.

"Harleen?" Shayne stepped into the hallway and just as Mr. J had hoped his mouth fell open and he stared at his little sister in pure and utter shock.

"Hi Shayne!" She cried out happily, using his shocked state to push herself past him and into the apartment. The Joker followed silently. The fear was written all over Shayne Quinzel's face. It was beautiful.

"What happened to you?!"

Mr. J closed the door with a loud bang and the man jumped and turned toward him. "And who the hell are you? What did you do to my sister?!"

"That's not the question Shayne..." Harley was walking through his apartment looking at the paintings on the wall. "The question is what did you do to my sister?"

"To...what?!" Shayne looked at his changed sister momentarily but focused on the Jokers face soon after because he was afraid of what he would do outside of his sight. "To Sharley?"

"No, to Marley." Harley rolled her eyes. "Of course to Sharleen!"

"I didn't...this...this guy put all these ideas in your head!"

"Do you really not know who I am?" Mr. J joined the conversation. "I'm offended." He crosses his hand over his chest.

Shayne's eyes grew large with fear as he looked from Harley to Mr. J, unsure of what to say.

"He's the Joker!" Harley explained annoyed. "And we want to know what you did to Sharleen."

"You're dating the Joker?!" Shayne snapped at her. "What are you crazy? Do you have some sort of deathwish?!"

Harley couldn't help it. She burst out in loud laughter. Was she crazy! The answer to that question was as clear as day.

"Speaking of death-wishes..." Mr. J reached for his old baseball-bat hanging on the wall and ripped it down in one movement, before throwing it towards Harley, who caught it immediately. "We want you to tell the truth and if you do that we might let you live..." She tried to contain her giggles. Of course she wasn't going to let Shayne live.

Shayne gulped turning to his sister. Any hope of talking some sense into her had vanished as his eyes met her. She was crazy and he was doomed.

Harley on the other hand was having the time of her life. The heavy bat felt good in her hands. Strong. She liked that feeling.

Shayne decided quickly that running was not an option. Her freak-boyfriend was guarding the door and there was no way past him. So he turned and ran into his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Horrible laughing sounds echoed outside his door, making him shudder. Harley squealed happily. He knew he had to leave, had to get himself out of this situation. But he couldn't leave his bag behind. He ducked under his bed to reach for the blue duffel bag, hoping he'd have enough time to climb out of the window before this crazy couple encountered him.

Once his hands touched the soft material he sighed relieved and straightened up. There was a loud banging sound and suddenly Shayne was on the floor, with Harley sitting on top of him.

"Gotcha!" She cried out happily, as if they were children again, playing and tackling each other for fun.

"Are you going somewhere?" The Joker asked amused as he lifted the duffel bag.

"Leave that alone!"

Mr. J chuckled. "Yeah right - Now I have to look at it!"

"NO!" He pushed Harley off him and raced to the Joker, who didn't seem to care at all and calmly opened the bag, before empyting the contents on the floor.

The three of them froze, Harley on the floor with her palms pressing into the carpet. Mr. J and Shayne standing opposite each other with the bag on the floor.

Cut off chunks of different hair were lying on the floor, each wrapped in separate bags. The Joker wasn't entirely sure what he had expected but he could say for a fact that he hadn't expected well...this...

"Why...?" He didn't even know how to phrase his question as he looked up at the young man before him. He was breathing raggedly and his hair was sweaty and a mess. Mr. J looked up at Harley who was staggering to her feet and shakingly declared:

"You're the Rapunzel-Rapist."

For a moment the Joker was confused, but then he remembered the news. The rapsit who went along cutting off his victims hair before he killed them.

"You're disgusting!" He snapped as he looked at the young man again.

"I gave these woman what they wanted!" Shayne snapped, turning around to his sister. Or to what had once been his sister.

"And Sharleen?" Harley gripped her bat tighter.

"Sharleen was playing with me for months!" Shayne stepped closer and Mr. J wanted to follow, but he saw Harley gripping the bat securely so he decided to stay out of it and watch. "She was always walking around in her short skirts and tight tops she was so hot for me, she was begging for it!"

Harley shook her head and tears burned in her eyes. "You're sick."

"Well that seems to be running in the family lately."

Harley didn't react to his sarcasm and merely said: "You killed her."

"She killed herself!" Shayne stepped closer lifting his finger. "Stupid bitch was acting like I was the one that ruined her life!"

"You did ruin her life!" Harley cried. "You...you ruined everything."

Shayne shook his head. "I knew you'd react this way Harleen. You cannot understand the connection Sharleen and I had. The sexual tension was building up for months she wanted me to fuck her."

Harley shook her head again, but she'd heard enough about Sharleen. She knew the truth now. She understood why her sister had done what she had done. Harley could let it go.

"Did you send those women after me?" She asked. "The fierce five?"

He didn't answer. Instead he said: "I picked out your little friend Quinn as my next victim. As a tribute to you. But the little bitch ran off just in time."

It came back to her then. Quinn's uncomfortable date. Shayne's girlfriend Janine which hadn't worked out. The rape-victim who was afraid of her. Their eyes were so alike...

"What about me?" She whispered, stepping closer and gripping the bat with both of her hands as if she was holding on to a security blanket. Mr. J crept closer, still lurking in the background.

"Did you rape me too?"

Shayne threw his head back and laughed and laughed and laughed. He laughed so much tears streamed down his face as he held his stomach. Once he'd calmed down he chuckled and said:

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

And Harley lost it.

With a scream she jumped towards her brother, bringing the bat down upon him again and again and again. Shayne screamed in pain and it was pure music to her ears. She brought the bat back up and slammed it down on his body. Blood flew everywhere, onto her own clothes, onto his carpet and onto his trophies of his victims. Mr. J grinned happily as he watched Harley beat her brother to death.

Even long after his cries had worn out Harley continued bringing the bat down on the bloody mess that had once been his handsome face. Finally after minutes she swung the bat up against her shoulder.

"What do ya think, Puddin'?" She asked looking down at the dead body. "Was that good?"

"That was really good, Harley." He put her arm around her. "Daddy's proud of you."

"It's kind of pretty, don't ya think?"

The Joker laughed as he tightened his grip around her.

"Like art."

And he realised then that he loved her, actually truthfully loved her, because she saw beauty in death and order in chaos. And reason in confusion.

She turned around and leaned against him and he breathed in her sweet smell that was mingled with the stench of blood.

"We never found out who sent the Fierce Five." She whispered. "I really thought it was him."

"We will find out, don't worry."

"I want to keep the bat."

Not at all surprised by this statement Mr. J smiled. "You should it fits you."

"Is it really over now?" She asked quietly and Mr. J kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah baby, it's over. You're ok now." He buried his face in her hair. "Let's go home."

Hi guys, so the story is basically over I have one last chapter for you guys thanks for all your comments not just about the story, but about my dog, my little boy, too. Thank you! What did you guys think of this one?