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IV

"Wasting Crying"

I know I can treat you better than he can

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman

Tell me, why are we wasting time

On all your wasted crying

When you should be with me instead?

I know I can treat you better

Better than he can

"Well Harley." Mr. J looked down at me with pity written all over his face. "You're pregnant."

We had 25 pregnancy tests to prove it. The doctor had taken my blood after the tenth positive one

and was rushing to get it tested. Then I just continued to do the tests for the sake of it really.

"Congratulations." He said coldly and I sighed deeply. "Bet you wished, you'd sealed the deal with

me now, don't ya?"

I only glared at him, but he was right. This baby wasn't his. He'd always wanted to have sex at

Arkham and while I'd gone pretty far considering he'd been my patient and I'd been at work, I'd been hesitant to "seal the deal" even though he'd constantly tried to change my mind. I couldn't even lie to him and pretend like it was his.

It was definitely Bruce's child. As if he'd read my mind Mr. J asked:

"Was there anyone else?"

I shook my head and wasn't even offended at the question. I was having a baby. I was having Bruce Wayne's baby. I was having the baby of the man I had just sent away, because he had beat me.

I was screwed.

"What should I do now?" I whispered more to myself than to anyone else, but Mr. J heard and stood up from the bed.

"Well." He said. "I am not going to tell you what to do Harley. But I will tell you what you are not going to do, you ready?"

I nodded, glad for any advice at this moment. Mr. J pulled the chair to the bed, like the doctor had, and sat down in front of me, peering into my face.

"You will not", he said, "count on me for stepping in. There's not chance in hell I'm raising someone else's kid, you got me?"

I nodded, I honestly hadn't expected anything else.

"And the second thing you will not do is tell Brucie anything about this."

Mr. J knew me too well. I dropped my gaze.

"What do you think will happen?!" He snapped. "He'll stop beating you, because of the baby? Chances are he'll end up killing you both."

I covered my face with both of my hands. He was right of course. I knew he was right. The prospect of my own death had led me here after all. The baby wasn't safe with Bruce.

"Do you want to know your options?" Mr. J asked, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

I nodded and took my hands from my face.

"Well you can keep it and raise it by yourself." He said this as if it were the easiest thing in the world, but it wasn't. This baby had no father and no grandparents. I had no one to count on.

"You can give birth to it and hand it off to other people for adoption." I didn't know how I felt about

adoption to be honest. This child would grow inside of me for nine months and then I'd just...give it away?

"Or you could have an abortion." He said it without hesitation, without warning. Like this was the most normal thing in the world, completely common and I wondered if maybe it was for him.

Something he recommended to friends all the time.

"Dr. Ehrens can do one if you like."

I stood up hastily, pushing him away from me. "I can't have an abortion, Mr. J!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's murder!" I snapped at him.

He rolled his eyes and huffed. "No it's not. Scientists have proven–"

"I don't care." I interrupted him not at all in the mood for this discussion. "For me it's murder and I'm not going to do it."

Mr. J held up his hands defensively. "Whatever you say, Harls. But you do know that it will be the easiest solution? It will be as if it never happened and you and I can go back to where we'd been before." He paused and then added: "I don't date single mums, just so you know."

"Shut up!" I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "This is no time for jokes!"

He sulked when he looked at me and I realized that if jokes were something bad then I was offending him per definition. But what was I doing? This man was not fit for a family, he'd just said so himself. And I wasn't fit for a family just by myself.

"I should call Bruce."

Anger flared up in his face and it was so familiar I honestly thought he was going to smack me in the face.

"Harley. Don't."

"I can't have an abortion." I felt tears in my eyes again. "I just can't."

"You don't have to decide today." He said in a soft tone. "Take a few days and think about it."

A few days didn't sound like enough time for a decision like this. But I knew I couldn't take too long. If I did have the abortion then I had to do it quickly. But how could I do that? No matter what had happened, Bruce was still the father of this baby, did I really have the right to take it away from him without even talking to him about it?

My phone rang again and we both jumped. He reached for it before I could and looked at the display.

"It's some Sara." He said.

I nodded. "She's my friend."

I held out my hand to take the phone from him. He looked at me, down at the display again and then back at me and looked unhappy. As if the idea of me having friends made displeased him. I waved my hand and broke his stare, he handed me the phone which hadn't stopped ringing.

"Hello?"

"Harleen?" Saras voice was shaking. "What the hell is going on?! Are you ok?"

I sat back down on the bed with a small sigh glad that she had asked me if I was ok. Mum hadn't bothered with that.

"No."

"Bruce said you left him." As she said this she tried her best to hide her emotions. "What happened?

Did he..." She lowered her voice. "Did he cheat on you or something?"

"No." I shook my head. "He'd never do that. He...he beat me."

"Beat you?" Sara repeated as if she had never heard those words before and I guessed in a way she hadn't because she'd never experienced what I'd experienced.

"Yes." I blinked away my tears. "I have two broken ribs, my face is all bruised up and my collarbone hurts like hell too..."

There was no response and I closed my eyes. She'd hung up on me. Well, it was better than blaming me.

"I don't know what to say Harleen." She whispered with a voice thick with tears and I opened my eyes again, as I realized she was still on the other line. "Where are you? What do you need?"

"I'm–" Sara was a psychiatrist too and even if she weren't I couldn't just say I was at the Jokers house. "I'm with a friend. He's taking care of me."

"Can I come and see you?"

"Eh..." I hadn't expected this from her, I'd thought I'd have to say goodbye to her for sure. "Not today, but we can meet tomorrow, if you like."

Mr. J shook his head. I could see he didn't like this idea one bit, but I didn't care. I needed all the friends I could get at the moment.

Sara and I hung up and I was suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness. It was hard to believe this had only been one day, it felt more like five months. I reached for my bag and searched through it, but I couldn't really find anything to sleep in. I looked up at Mr. J.

"Have you got something I can sleep in?" I asked and felt stupid for asking it because I wasn't sure what he expected of me now. But he had said I could stay and I wouldn't be having a baby any time soon. Maybe I could stay at Sara's.

He pointed to the large closet and I stood up to look inside. It was filled to the brim with sexy, tight dresses. When I turned around to face him, he smiled sheepishly and I felt like no matter how this continued he and I – we'd be fine.

"It's ok, Sara."

"I'm sorry." She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and I was suddenly reminded of when I'd tried on my dress. I shook my head to shake off the memories. "You just look so bad."

"The swelling actually already looks much better than it did yesterday." I said and held up my cellphone to study my face so I could see what she saw. The minute she'd seen me she'd started to cry.

"I just can't believe Bruce would do this to you." She muttered and I looked over my shoulder, at the empty cafe, nervous someone could hear.

"Believe it." I whispered. "But keep it to yourself, please. I don't want people to know."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of." The petite blonde reached out to touch my hand. "You should sue his sorry ass and run off with all of his money. He should pay for what he's done Harleen."

I lifted my shoulders questioningly. "I don't want to go to court, Sara. I just want this all to be over."

She nodded as if she understood, but then asked: "So, you've decided then? You're not going to try again?"

I pointed at my cheekbone that had a yellowish glow and my black eye.

She sighed defeated and put her hands around the mug of steaming coffee in front of her. "It's just...you guys were so perfect for each other and so great together."

"I know." I ran my fingertip over my own coffee-mug, decaf. I decided then that I wouldn't tell Sara about the pregnancy. I'd hoped she and I could talk about it and she could give me some advice, but if she was starting to say things like that then I didn't want to tell her. Besides it didn't really make a difference anyway, I had to make the decision on my own. It's not like anyone could take it from me. I had to live with this.

"We should get a drink." Sara said, leaning back in her chair. "Things always seem less complicated with alcohol." She raised her hand to wave the young waitress over, who was working by herself in this abandoned small cafe.

"No." I said quickly and wondered what excuse I could use.

"Why not?" Sara seemed confused and that's because I was never shy too drink, I never had been actually.

"I just don't feel like it."

Her eyes grew wide, as she dropped her hand and looked at me open-mouthed.

"Oh. My. Gosh." She gasped. "You're pregnant."

"No I'm not." I lied but the blush in my cheeks spoke for itself, I knew that.

"Oh Harleen." Sara reached for my hand again. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "My friend says I should abort it, but–"

"Well you have to tell Bruce!" She interrupted me and I pulled my hand out from under hers, because from all the "advice" Mr. J had offered this had seemed the most logical. Not telling him was the only good advice he'd given me.

"No, Harley." Sara said in a soft tone. "You have to tell him. He'd never hurt his baby."

"He'd never –" I broke off my own sentence, because I was speechless. He'd never hurt his baby?

Was Sara completely insane? Wait. Was Mr. J saner than her?

"Harley." There was something hard in her eyes now. "You have to tell him. He has the right to know, your baby has a right to know."

I was surprised to see tears shimmering in her eyes and didn't know what to say.

"My Dad..." She whispered and then I remembered and suddenly I was the one to take her hand.

Sara had never known her father because her mother hadn't told him about her pregnancy. It was a hole in her life and her heart that she had learned to live with it, but it had taken years to overcome it.

"It's different." I said in a soft tone. "He was going to kill me, Sara. The baby would be in danger."

Sarah shook her head and pulled her hand from mine. "Maybe that would help him. He'd never hurt his child Harleen."

I sighed. Sara and her over romanticised versions of fathers. In all my problems, at least I didn't have over-sentimental images of certain men.

"You have to tell him."

"I have to go." I said, looking for some bills in my pocket before putting them down in the table.

"Harley, no. We need to talk about this."

"We've talked enough." I snapped and I felt sorry for snapping, but this conversation had brought me to the edge of my tolerance. "I'll call you."

But I knew that I wouldn't. I couldn't. Somehow I had ended up in the situation that a notorious serial killer was my only friend in the world.

"Harley!"

I left without another word.

"Haaaaaaaaaarley..." Mr. J snickered. "What's funnier than a dead baby?"

I glared at him and he chuckled.

"Shut up."

"A dead baby in a–"

I kissed him. Not necessarily because I wanted to interrupt him, but because I was lonely. Mr. J growled and returned the kiss hungrily, pushing me back on the bed. I had cried when I'd returned and he hadn't been there. Everyone but him had fallen prey to Bruces charms. But my tears were a waste of energy. They wouldn't help me now.

"Mr. J." I muttered against his lips as his hand slid under my shirt. "Wait."

"Why?" He looked down at me with questioning blue eyes. "It's not like you can still get pregnant."

I rolled my eyes and sat up, pushing him off me.

"What?" He muttered. "It's true."

"Well you could have an STD and give it to me and that could jeopradize the baby."

His blue eyes grew wide. "I don't have an STD! Who told you that?! Was that Johnny?! I'm going to

kill him!" He pulled out his phone to call Johnny.

"No one said anything." I said as I pushed his hand with the phone down. "But I don't want to harm the baby."

He frowned and seemed genuinly confused as he sat up on the large bed.

"But why not?"

For a moment I wasn't sure if he was joking or not and realised that this was something I would have to get used to. Perhaps it was easiest to always take him seriously.

"Well because I don't want to harm my baby."

"But you're going to abort it." He said as if this was a fact. "Who cares if it's harmed?"

"I..." I didn't know what to say. "Puddin' I don't know if I'm having an abortion."

"Don't be ridiculous!" He snorted as he stood up from the bed. "What else will you do?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "Harley-Darling, I told you: I am not raising someone else's child. I am not paying for someone else's child."

"You said you loved me." I whispered and felt tears burn in my eyes.

"I do love you." He sat down beside me again and his voice had become soft once more. "Abortions are expensive and I will pay for it, that's how much I love you."

I shook my head. It was wrong. I couldn't do this. But I couldn't tell Bruce. And adoption?

"I don't know what to do."

"I already told you what to do."

"Yesterday you said you wouldn't tell me what to do." I was so confused and so tired.

"Darling, I have like 5 personalities, I always say something different." He kissed my head. "Get some sleep."

"But–"

"We'll wait with the sex until after your abortion!" He cried out happily, as he left the room.

I fell back onto the bed with a sigh.

Abortion was out of the question. So was adoption. If I had this baby I couldn't have it here in Gotham. Everyone would know that it was Bruce's. He would know. And if I carried it to term I wouldn't be able to give it up. And Mr. J and I were finally together now...

Then again...what if Sara was right? It was Bruces child after all...didn't he have a right to know? Could I just make this decision without including him?

That wasn't right either.

I stood up from the bed to have a shower and brush my teeth. Mr. J had stocked our own personal bathroom with everything I could possible want and more.

An hour later I still hadn't come any closer to making a decision. So, dressed in a pink night gown and a white fluffy bathroom with H&J printed across my chest I made my way down the stairs to look for Mr. J.

Maybe it was time to just distract myself from this and what better distraction was there than the Joker himself?

"Miss Quinzel?"

I looked up and saw Johnny standing in the large living room.

"Where's Mr. J?"

"The boss is out." He replied and stood up. "Do you want me to call him?"

I was pretty sure that wanting to hang out with the man who was not my boyfriend, but the closet thing to it was it a reason to have him cancel his plans. He could have been in the middle of an important meeting and I didn't want to pull him away from that.

"No." I said. "But thanks."

He nodded once with a tight smile and I went back upstairs, feeling stupid in this fluffy bathrobe. What had I been thinking? Mr. J wasn't my friend. I couldn't trust him. I was all alone in the world and utterly screwed.

It was time to do the only sensible thing.

"Harleen?" He answered after one ring. "Is it really you?"

I swallowed.

"Hi Bruce." There was only silence on the other end of the line. "We need to talk."

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