The Joker's Little Girl Part 1 Chapter 2
Harley warily got out of her red sports car. It was five in the afternoon and the Joker was at a "meeting" with the gang leaders of Gotham.
Harley opened the door to the Fun House. She walked straight to the kitchen. She had to make a dinner good enough as if her life depended on it. And it did.
She made a juicy steak with mashed potatoes with gravy, corn and salad. Harley felt proud of herself when she was all finished.
"Honey! I'm home," Shouted the Joker as he hung up his coat.
The sound of his voice made Harley jump. She was nervous as it was. Even with the plan Ivy and she had come up with. Harley was supposed to tell the Joker about the baby at approximately 8 o'clock. At that time Poison Ivy would be waiting outside just in case anything happen.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Making her jump again.
He let go of her and sat down to eat. Harley picked at her salad with her fork.
After dinner Harley cleared the dishes and sat back down.
"Did you like your dinner Puddin'," asked Harley.
"I loved it Pooh," said the Joker as he lay back in his chair.
Harley looked at the clock. It was 7:50.
"So how did the meeting go?" asked Harley.
"It was great. I've got the entire mob eating out of my hands," said the Joker.
"That's great," said Harley as she looked at the clock again 7:55.
"So did you like the dinner?" Asked Harley.
"You already asked that," said the Joker as he got up and walked over to her.
"Oh," said Harley bashfully.
"Are you sure your okay," asked the Joker.
"Yeah," said Harley as she looked at the clock again. It was now 7:59.
'Well I better tell him,' thought Harley.
"Well actually puddin' I do have something to tell you," said Harley.
The Joker was sitting down at the kitchen table thinking about what Harley had just told him 'I could just throw her in the Piranha tank. Or I could just punch out the little nipper,' thought the joker.
He picked up the oversized mechanical boxing glove on the kitchen counter and walked toward Harley.
"Now puddin' we can talk about this." Harley began to back away slowly.
The Joker was seething. He finally started to speak: "How could you be so stupid? DO YOU REALLY THINK I HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH A SCREAMING LITTLE BRAT!"
Harley was desperate now, "But Puddin' we can raise the child together, or I'll do it alone or…"
The Joker raised the glove and aimed at Harley's face…
Harley was begging now, "Joker I, I, I…WE LOVE YOU!"
The Joker stopped cold.
He looked at Harley with a bewildered look on his face. "That was a cheap shot Harley, even for you. BULLETT! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" Harley jumped at the Jokers sudden change of mood.
The kitchen door flew open and the behemoth of a henchman called Bullitt lumbered into the room. "What is it Boss?"
The Joker immediately raised the mechanical glove and fired it directly into his henchman's face. Harley looked at him in shock. Joker looked over at her and said, "Whaaat? I mean I'm still pissed and I had to use it on somebody!"
The door flew open, AGAIN, the Joker whirled around and standing there was Poison Ivy carrying what looked like some goofy green gun in one hand and a…"Is that a Venus fly trap? What the hell are you gonna do with that?" asked at what was becoming an even more perplexed and bewildered Joker.
"I'm shoving this up your ass if you laid a finger on Harley!" said Ivy.
"I'm right here Red." As Harleys tiny gloved hand waved from behind Joker's head. "Everything's Okey-dokey."
"So everything is okay," asked Ivy with a suspicious look on her face.
"That's what she just said weed," said the Joker as she slowly lowered her odd looking gun.
"Well then Harley you shouldn't be on your feet. You need rest," said Ivy as she pulled Harley up to the bedroom.