Harley Quinn slowly drifted into consciousness, her mind entangled in a strange dream. She couldn't place the subject of the dream as she woke and fell asleep before waking again. Everything seemed foggy, Mr. J was in it. Mr. J and blood, lots of it. She had never seen so much of it and yet she was not frightened. She wasn't having a nightmare. It felt like a common dream, like going to school with no clothes on or all your teeth falling out. Weird, yes. But not scary.
Harley could feel someone touching her. It felt strange and painful with a pulling sensation on her skin. Finally after fighting to stay awake she opened her eyes. The room was still slightly dim since the blinds were closed, as they usually were. Still a few small streams of sunlight made there way into the room, it was morning. She turned her head to find the source of the pain.
Joker sat in bed beside her. Instead of his usually mis-matched suit he wore a white and pink nurse dress, a surgical mask and Harley's blond wig.
"Mistah J?" she asked groggy and confused.
"Morning sleeping beauty. Feeling better?"
She nodded slightly, "What are ya doin'?"
He pulled of the mask, "Stitching you up sweetie," he laced some wiry thread through one of the cuts on her thigh, "Some of these were uh, deeper than I thought,"
"Okay," she said softly, unaffected by the oddness of the situation.
Harley felt her hair to see if it was still connected to the head board. It wasn't. Instead it was frizzy and cut in some places where Joker had untied it or cut it apart. A few of the knots themselves still clung to the head board. She groaned feeling the broken pieces of hair, she hoped Mr. J didn't make a habit of tieing her to the bed. At least not by her hair.
"Shh sh sh, almost done," he cooed.
She smiled at his attempts to comfort her. It was sweet, a strong contrast of the previous night. Something Harley was already beginning to block out as she slowly forgot Joker's harshness.
"How'd ya learn to do that?" she asked pointing to the stitches.
"Hm? Oh I don't know, can't remember... I just kinda know how," he shrugged, "It's a good thing to, in my uh, line of work,"
She watched him carefully suture her wounds, wondering how and where he had learned such a skill. She was not surprised that he didn't remember, there were many things the Joker could not recall about his past.
"Aaall done," Joker finally said clipping the end of the stitch with scissors.
He stood and put the needle, thread and scissors in the apron pocket of his nurse costume . Harley sat up slightly examining her cuts. A long cut on her upper arm had required stitches as well as two on her left thigh and one on her right. All the other wounds were apparently not as severe and were left alone.
She looked towards her "nurse", "Where did ya get that outfit?" she smiled.
"Why? Do ya like it?" he crawled across the bed mischievously.
"Uh huh," Harley Quinn giggled.
"I thought you would," he kissed her.
He climbed across her lap and continued kissing her lips, still sensitive and swollen from the night before. Harley winced at the pressure he put on her wounds which he had just finished stitching. Joker didn't seem to notice, his kisses traveled down her neck.
"Uh Mistah J," her voice shook.
"Mmm," he barely replied while he fumbled with her bra.
"I-uh ain't sure I'm feellin' up ta this,"
"Why not," he paused for a brief moment before sucking in her sore neck again.
"Well, ya know last night..." she trailed off not wanting to make Mr. J mad again.
"Ooooh," Joker stopped, "I get it. You're feelin' yucky cause a lot of your blood leaked out," he said in a perfectly innocent tone.
Harley Quinn gave a timid nod.
"Aw," he stoked her face, "I'll be riiight back,"
"Kay," she replied softly watching him leave the room.
She felt a little nervous. Though she did not believe Mr. J ever meant to hurt her she now knew he was a little unpredictable. Not only that but the clown was hard to read. He seemed in a good mood but Harley had no idea of knowing when that would change. What if she had made him mad just now? She shivered, she did not want another repeat of the previous night. Not ever again.
Just them Joker returned through the door, "Blood loss, been there, done that. Trust me," he licked his scars, "Best thing you can do is get some sugar in yoou," he said in a sing song voice as if fatal injuries were no big deal, he tossed her a can of soda, "Um don't open that just yet," he added after throwing it to her, "I gotta see another uh, patient. When you're done come down to the basement, I could use a little assistant-uh," he smacked his lips before turning and leaving again.
It took some time for Harley Quinn to feel somewhat better. The sugary soda had helped but she was still somewhat dizzy. But the clown girl was eager to get up and join Mr. J in the basement. She wondered what he was doing and what he meant by another patient.
Still a little shakey, she made her way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. With nothing but her bra and panties on she could clearly see the damage done to her form the previous night. Purple bruises had began to on her neck and arms. Though Joker had stitched up some of the wounds they remained bloody. Dried blood held on to the cuts in a gross fashion. Blood seemed to paint her arms and legs along with Joker's bloody hand prints.
Harley decided to take a shower despite the pain that came with the hot water rushing into her many cuts. She carefully picked off the blood around her stitches and washed it out of her now matted, uneven hair. She tried not to think of what Joker had did. Of course she forgave him, she understood why he hurt her. He had been upset with her and since he simply couldn't comprehend that he was hurting her. Lack of empathy was very common in patients with abusive childhoods. Harley was sure it wouldn't happen again.
She got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. She looked through her clothes in search of something that would cover her most of her wounds. Upon realizing she had brought absolutely no modest apparel with her to Mr. J's hideout she settled for a white tank top and a pair of red shorts.
Harley did her best to put her hair up in her signature pig-tails but her "new haircut" made it almost impossible. Instead she put only a a few strands into two pig-tails and let the rest of her hair down, it was close enough. Then she remembered her make up, she had almost forgot about it. The mime face paint was melting off her face from the shower. She grabbed three containers of red, black and white make-up that had been sitting on the bathroom sink and quickly reapplied it. This time she did her harlequin make up with the painted, black mask.
After taking one final look in the mirror she went in search of the basement, she'd find Joker there.
It occured to her that since she had moved in, she had searched almost everywhere in the building. Everywhere but the basement. She had peaked down the dark stair way and decided against further exploring that room.
Harley Quinn opened the basement door and slowly made her way down the staircase. It was creepy and smelled of mold like most basements. Harley didn't like the damp room but she could hear Joker's voice echoing at the bottom of the stares, she could not quite make out his words but and decided to go on. He wanted her to come down and she did not want to disappoint. Besides that Harley was glad for a chance to spend time with her puddin' while he was in such a good mood.
Finally she reached the floor and looked around. The basement was very large and very dark, it was so large it had been separated into a few smaller rooms. A light shown from the inside of one of the rooms, Harley assumed that's where Mr. J was. Folding her arms over her chest, shivering from the cold atmosphere of the basement she went towards the lighted room.
Sure enough there was her Clown Prince, still in his nurse costume, sitting on a metal cot in the middle of the room. A bare light bulb hung form the room's ceiling casting eerie shadows around the room as it swayed slightly back and forth.
"Hey puddin'" Joker waved at Harley cheerfully, "I decided not to start without yoooou," he hopped of the cot.
"Start what?" she walking in apprehensively.
The clown disappeared into one of the dark corners of the room and returned dragging a barely conscious body. It appeared to be a police officer, he was wearing a blue uniform. His hands and feet were tied and his eyes blind folded.
"Surgery," Joker grinned.
This was going to be out sooner but due to fanfiction and their technical difficulties it wasn't, sorry.
Anyway, Heath got the Oscar. I'm sure everyone knows it by now since that was what Sunday. I am really glad he won, no one deserved it more. His take on the Joker was amazing. I still remember standing in the mall, staring at TDK movie poster (the blue one where he's writing "Why So Serious?") and saying "I must see this movie!" I was a bit of a Batman fan before, I'd watch the old cartoon when I'd see it was on. I knew all the characters, but Heath Ledger as the Joker just blew me away. There's something that fascinates me about seeing a cartoon character or a comic book character "come to life" and the Joker was easily the most amazing character to watch. It definitely would not have been the same movie had it not been for Heath Ledger and his AMAZING acting ability. Congratulations Heath.
Sooo I had to write Nurse Joker into this at some point. I (just like half the girl's on earth) loved that scene in TDK. And I thought it would be perfect for him to cross dress for this scene as well as the following one. It helped to add some light-heartiness to it all. It adds to the emotional thrill ride he's got Harley on.
The idea of Joker doing "surgery" was inspired by Repo! the Genetic Opera. (Help I can't get Zytrate Anatomy out of my head) Repo! is a musical about the future and in that future people are getting plastic surgery/organ transplants all the time. So of course some people can't pay for their surgeries and when the can't a Repo man comes and repossesses that organ. So I've basically had lots of surgery and random butchering on my mind.