The Joker's Little Girl Part 1 Chapter 4
Harley ran to the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. The Joker got up from the bed to get Harley a glass of water. Her morning sickness had gotten better. The doctor said that it was almost over. He said to be patient. But don't try and telling that to a pregnant Harley.
The Joker heard the yakking. Then the toilet flush, and finally the… crying? She hadn't cried in awhile.
The Joker groaned and walked to the bathroom up the stairs.
"Harley are you alright?" Asked The Joker.
He handed her the glass of water. She threw it as the wall.
"NO EVERYTHING IS NOT ALRIGHT!" screamed Harley "I've been throwing up every morning for 3 and a half mounts. I'm going to fat and old because of this baby! And it's all your fault! You put this thing in me! It was you!"
She grabbed the Joker by the colure and shoved him against the wall. Raising a fist above her blonde hair, Harley came to realization.
"Oh puddin' I'm so sorry" said Harley. She let go of him then she gave him a big hug. "I love you so much!"
"It's alright Harley" said the Joker as he awkwardly patted her back.
"What do you want for breakfast? I feel like waffles and chocolate peanut butter ice cream" said Harley.
Harley ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs. "This baby better be worth it," he said to himself as he followed Harley to the kitchen.
Harley is now six months pregnant.
The Joker is driving Harley to their doctor's appointment at a deserted warehouse. All of their appointments are at dusk. Late enough so the cops won't be looking for them them and early enough so the Batman won't notice them.
"What are you hoping for?" asked Harley.
"What?" Asked the Joker.
"A boy or a girl?" asked Harley.
"I don't mind as long as it's healthy," replied the Joker. He really didn't care as long it had his evil mind, humor and charming good looks. He smiled as he pulled into the back of the warehouse.
"Alright" said the doctor as pressed the stethoscope to Harley's stomach. He was a short, white haired man. He looked at the screen and moved his hand. "Everything looks good. Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
"Yes please," smiled Harley.
"You are going to have a sweet little baby girl," said the Doctor.
Harley grinned. The Joker fainted.
She leaned over in surprise. Being six months pregnant, she couldn't really move to help. "Are you okay Puddin'?"
"What happen?" asked the Joker as he rubbed the back of his head.
"You fainted Pud'."
"Are we still having a girl?" asked the Joker.
"Yeah, but it won't be so bad," replied Harley.
The Joker turned to the Doctor. "Are we done here?" The Doctor nodded. The Joker grabbed Harley's hand and helped her out of the chair.
They went to the car. Smiling, Harley called Poison Ivy to tell her the good news.
Before they went home they got a baby name book from a book store.
"How about Ann?" Asked Harley.
"To plain" said the Joker.
"How about Angela?" asked Harley.
"No way" said the Joker.
"Okay fine" said Harley.
"How about Alison?" Asked Harley.
The Joker let the name roll on his tongue. "I like it."
"Really?" asked Harley.
"Yes,"said the Joker.
"Why?" asked Harley.
"Because it's not boring" said the Joker.
"Okay" said Harley rubbing her stomach "did you hear that sweetie? Your name is Alison."
The Joker pulled his chair next to Harley's. He placed a hand on top of Harley's stomach. "Hey Ace. Its… Dad." He felt a small kick under his hand and he grinned.
Then Harley remembered something. "While you were out cold, the Doctor told me when the baby is due."
"And?"
"She's due April 1st."
The Joker's laugh rang in Harley's ears. For a moment, she felt the little being inside her laugh too.
Drip, drip, drip. The Joker steadily dripped acid into his squirting flower. He was thinking about his future daughter.
She would have his brains, of course. And hopefully she looked more like him than Harley. She looked okay, but he was obviously the better looking one, the smarter one and the more evil one. She would also be evil. He would make sure of that.
However the Joker hoped she would have Harley's gymnastic skills. She was the more talented one in that area. He would have to talk to her about teaching little Alison as soon as she learned to walk. The more practice she will get the sooner she will be able to go on jobs.
That would mean he would have to teach about laughing gas, guns and punching gloves.
The combination of his brains and Harley's gymnastic skills will bring destruction to Gotham. And it will be his daughter doing it. She will be the best villain the world has ever seen. And he will be standing by instructing her, teaching her, watching her proudly. As long as she left Batman to him.
He grinned in his excitement. The police better watch out, the banks better get better locks to their safes, and the Batman better get a sense of humor because there's a new villain in town. And her name is Alison Harleen Quinn.