Hey guys! So sorry I didnt post earlier, I got busy with family! But I am FINALLY out of school! I liked writing this chapter so I hope you guys like it too! Before I forget I also went through all 21 chapters and edited them. I thought they needed to be edited. Originally I was going to only do chapters 1-9 but then I just kept going. So if you want to read them then go ahead! But if not then that's fine too (:

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POV- Joker

The moment I got through the door one of my men came rushing up to me.

"Boss! Boss!"

"What do you want now?", I asked him a little irritated.

"Ryan! He-he's dead! There's blood everywhere", he told me.

I thought for a moment.

Who would have killed Ryan other than me?

"Who killed him?", I demanded.

"Well, w-we think it was Harley..", he told me apprehensively.

How could it be her? She wouldn't be capable of anything like that. Harley would never kill anyone.

I pushed past him angry that someone other than me killed Ryan but sort of confused that Harley killed him.

Well, if she really did. What would Ryan do to her that was so bad that would make Harley want to kill him? I still didn't believe she killed him, I just needed to find out myself.

Walking down the hall I reached Harley's room and opened the door.

Harley was sitting on the beat up mattress. Her blonde hair was tangled in the two ponytails. A knife was at her side- a bloody one.

She did kill him. Crap.

"Harley?", I asked.

She didn't look up, didn't even acknowledge me. I huffed in frustration.

"Harley!", I shouted.

Finally, she looked up at me straight in the eyes. I walked over to her and crouched down to her level.

Her neck purple and bruised. It looked like nails were dug into her skin. There was also dried blood on her arm, and her clothes.

"Harley, why did you kill Ryan?", I asked, trying to stay calm.

She was looking at me but her eyes looked glossed over, or distant. Then she snapped out of it.

"Why do you kill all of the people you have killed, Mister J?", she asked in a monotone voice.

"I, well, for uh, other reasons. Harley. Tell me why you killed Ryan!"

No answer. Now I'm getting really frustrated.

"HARLEY! Tell me why!", I yelled, my voice deep.

"He was going to ruin everything."

What? Ruin what? Why is she acting like this?

"Uh, ruin what exactly?"

She just stared at me. There was no trace of emotion. Suddenly she started laughing. It was her normal laugh though.

Why the hell is she laughing?

My brows furrowed.

As she was laughing she said, "You-you really think I'm going to tell you what he was going to ruin? You've put me through so much and now suddenly you want to talk to me? Now you want answers? You're just going to have to wait for answers. Ha ha!"

She abruptly stopped laughing and showed a straight face, a serious face. After a few moments she started talking again.

"Don't you want to know why I'm so serious, Mister J?", she asked innocently.

My hand went across her face, a red mark was left. I didn't even notice I was breathing so heavy.

My blood was boiling. Growling in frustration I got up and walked out into the hallway.

As I was walking one of my henchman tried walking up to me. Pulling out a gun I pulled the trigger. A bullet punctured his skull. There was a hole left. His body went limp and fell to the floor, blood slowly poured out.

Now that meant I only had two henchman left. I needed to keep them for when I kill Harley. Which will be in about a week now. Since Ryan was gone there was only one more to take care of.

Still, what surprised me is that she actually killed someone. I mean, it was easy for me, but for someone like her? About a month ago when I blew up the warehouse with the people in it, she was affected by how those people died.

When I killed the one henchman for being too annoying she didn't do anything.

Now all of a sudden Harley's killed a person with her own hands. She doesn't seem that bothered by it at all.

It seemed impossible for her to kill. Well, other than maybe that guard a while ago, but I wasn't even sure if she actually killed him. But I guess she got pushed over the edge. She's going crazy. My thoughts stopped.

What if she really is going crazy?

It's possible I guess.

That fact is is that Harley has changed. Something didn't seem right though. How could someone like her just crack suddenly? But I guess all it takes is one bad day. I decided not to worry about it.

Harley also asked me why I kill some of the people I've killed. There are many reasons. Some people just simply need to be killed. Others don't deserve their lives for the things they've done. I wouldn't tell her those reasons in a million years though.

Then she mocked me. Her words replayed in my head, 'Don't you want to know why I'm so serious Mister J?'

My eyes narrowed. Now that made me angry. I despise it when people mock me. Who does she think she is anyways?

I laughed darkly. She'll be tortured.

Before I do anything, I need to see what she's capable of. What she can do. I need to know her strengths and weaknesses. That'll give me an advantage.

An advantage that she won't have.

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