I was listening to this while I was writing: watch?v=bM7SZ5SBzyY

Joker and Harley with packing guns into a bag when Perry rushed in, covered in blood.

"Jesus, what happen to you?" Harley asked, popping gum.

"Batman, he got there first. We aborted the mission." Joker frowned and threw the bag of weapons on the ground.

"Dammit, man, you could have held him off for two more minutes until we got there." Perry shook his head.

"No, he got everyone, it was like…he knew that we were going to be there." Joker walked up to Perry and grabbed his collar, pulling him up to his face.

"If he got everyone, why are you here?"

"Batman told me that he has your sidekick, and that if you don't show up then he'll kill her." Joker punched Perry, Harley pulled her bat out of the bag and pointed it at Perry, who was now on the floor.

"No, Batman wouldn't kill her." Harley said, sticking the end part into Perry's throat. "What did he say exactly."

"He said 'someone has to pay for their crimes, and if it has to be her, so be it'." Perry chocked out. Harley brought down the bat on Perry's throat, crushing his vocal chords and breaking his neck.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no." Harley kept bashing at Perry's lifeless body until Joker pulled her against him. Harley elbowed him in the stomach. "NO!" Harley turned the bat on Joker. "If you say one thing I don't like. I'm going to have to find a new Puddin."

Joker would have smiled if he thought it wouldn't kill him, instead he put his arms up in defense.

"I'll go get her-"

"No, we'll go get her. I don't trust you." Joker turned and grabbed the bag. "Leave the bag. If he sees it, he might kill Lucy."

"But-"

"Leave. It."

Joker put a hand on Harley's arm. "Wait, let me make a call first."

Bethany sat in the middle of a bank with her hand zip tied behind her back. She wasn't comfortable, but kept her eyes locked on the door that Joker and Harley would come through…sooner or later.

She ran through the plan again in her mind. Her heart beating fast, sweat forming along the edge of her hairline. Was this what she wanted to do for the rest of her life? When she became an FBI agent she wouldn't have to wait for the bad guys to show up, she would go out and get them.

"Lucy!" Harley cried from the door. She ran forward and slid toward her, kneeling down in front of her.

Bethany took a deep breath and got into character.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. Please help me. Batman, he…he said he was going to kill me. Please help." Harley helped Bethany stand.

"Of course, honey."

"I'm going to find Batman and end this."

"No, you won't." A voice came from the shadow. Stepping forward was Deadshot, Harley's jaw dropped. "Hands in the air, Joker. You too, Quinn."

"Since when have you been an anti-hero?"

"When you started messing with little girls." Deadshot had three bullseyes focused on the couple. "You get until I count to three. One." Harley launched herself at Deadshot with her bat. Joker pulled Bethany in front of her, blocking the clear shot he had.

On any other day, Deadshot would have just shot Harley, but given the history that they had, he aimed for her leg, as he was readjusting Harley got a good knock into his head. His vision blurred, he fell to his knees and raised his gun. Harley brought her bat down on his hand. Deadshot yelled out. Harley took another swing at his head.

Bethany couldn't look away as Harley beat Deadshot into the ground.

"Who's next?" Harley asked, putting one foot on Deadshot's unmoving body.

"Me." Katana jumped down from a ledge and landed on Harley. The two wrested until Katana had Harley under her knife. "Last chance, surrender." Joker tackled Katana and pulled the knife from her hands, throwing it across the bank.

"I wish I had a gun right now." Joker pulled his arm back to punch her, but she kicked his legs out from under him. Harley rushed to Joker's side.

"So do I." She taunted. Bethany wiggled out of her zip ties and pulled the gun out of her pants. She took a deep breath and aimed the gun.

BANG!

Harley dropped to the ground, blood running out of her leg. Joker kicked Katana to the wall where she slid down.

Joker held on to Harley as he searched for the shooter. His mouth gapped at the sight of his own daughter holding a shaking gun.

"Lay on the floor with your hands on your head."

"Bethany."

"On the floor!" Joker laid on the floor with his hands on his head.

"You shot your own mother, how do you feel?" Joker asked with a smile.

"I think I've made it clear what you mean to me. They're all yours Amanda." Bethany handed the gun to Amanda, Batman patted her on the shoulder.

"You did good, kid." Bethany nodded and leaned against the wall, sighing. Her part was over, and she did it pretty, well, if she asked herself. Bethany couldn't bring herself to look at Harley, she tried to block out the screaming. The sound of it woke up a memory.

"M…mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

A picture flashed in her mind. Harley and Joker in wheelchairs, the picture lasted a second but Bethany was sure of it, it was them. A few tears rolled down Bethany's cheek.

Before she got to wipe them away an arm snaked around her waist and she was suddenly in the air. She didn't even get a chance to scream before a hand was over her mouth. Her arms were locked at her side and when she turned her head all she could see was an orange and black checkered arm.

"Stop squirming, I don't wanna drop you." The voice was scratchy, like a smokers. Bethany was dropped on her back. "Stay." This was, beyond doubt, the creepiest man Bethany had ever seen. His skin was a pale green, and it didn't seem to be put there with makeup. His nose looked more like a rotten tomato and his chin was lopsided. His teeth were stained almost to the point of blackness, which contrasted with his red lips. "What? Your father is the Joker and you're looking at me like I'm terrifying. Teenagers." The man rolled and eyes and jumped onto a thin piece of rope. Bethany was trapped on what seemed to be a platform attached to the rope. Whenever she moved the platform would sway back and forth.

The man did a flip when he jumped off the rope. A string held him and he put his arms around Joker and flew back up. Amanda pulled out her gun and started shooting. Batman threw his Baterang and Bethany closed her eyes as she felt herself falling. But arms, once again, circled around her and she sighed in relief. Until, she realized they were the arms of the creepy man.

"Gaggy," Joker smiled, "thanks for coming, buddy."

Forgot all about Gaggy didn't you? That's fine, cuz I did too. I had to look him up. I feel like we're coming to the end of this journey. There will be no chapter tomorrow because I have a hella busy day. So expect the last chapter to come out Wednesday night. Thank you for reading.