"Surgery?" Harley repeated.
"Uh, yeah. That's what I just said," Joker replied.
With effort he got the man onto the cot. The police officer moved slightly going in and out of consciousness, unaware of what was going on. The clown lightly smacked his face a few times, "Damn it wake up," he groaned, "I wanted him to be awake for this,"
Harley approached the two in the center of the room, "Where did ya get im' Mistah J?"
"This morning I was out uh running some errands," he began poking the cop, "I was apparently going to fast and got caught sooo I pulled over, loaded my gun ya know the usual routine when one uh, exceeds the speed limit. But then I realized that shooting him would be no fun at all. I mean one bang and it'd be over. So I asked to myself, Joker? That's my name. Why am I killing random people? Of course I love chaos and all but I think I'm wasting time that could be spent fighting Batman. Buuut Batman is hardly ever around and whyyy is that-uh?" he began untieng the policeman's bonds and retieing them to the "operating table", "These guys, Gotham's Finest treat my Batsy like some kinda criminal. So when little boy blue here came to get my license and registration I knocked him out, tied him up and here he is," Joker said proudly.
Harley nodded, "What exactly are ya gonna do with im'?"
"Weeelll," he pushed a small table into the center of the room.
On the table were various knives and other sharp weapons that Harley was not sure what they were. All different shapes and sizes. Joker emptied the pockets of his nurse dress onto the table. The scissors, thread and needles he had used on Harley were added to the collection.
"It's a shame really, he's in critical condition," he said with fake concern, "Everything must go," with that he burst into a fit of laughter.
Harley Quinn began to giggle to though she was not exactly sure where Mr. J was going with this.
The police officer began too stir on the cot between them, "W-what's going on. Where am I?" he demanded to know in a confused voice.
"Hey there silly, sleepy head," Joker laughed, "I didn't think you'd ever wake up," he looked at Harley, "We should get star-ted, before the patient's condition worsens,"
"What the hell are you talking about?" the man exlaimed pulling against his restraints, "Where am I? Somebody answer me!"
"First things first," the clown began as he snapped a surgical mask onto his face, "I gotta shut you up. I can't have you breaking my concentration with all your stupid questions, now can I?"
He picked up the stitching supplies, casually humming a song. He positioned the needle on the still blind-folded police officers lip and forced it through a layer of skin. The man began to fight against the ropes and handcuffs holding him down, "What the hell?" he exclaimed.
"Calm down," Joker sighed irritated, "This will be sooo much easier if you keep you're mouth closed ya know," he pulled the tread through his lip and punched the needle in the man's top lip.
He gritted his teeth and groaned. He begrudgingly closed his lips, it was painful to open them anyway with one stitch connecting the skin. What was even worse he could not see what was going on. The police officer knew he was being held captive by the Joker, he caught sight of the clown just before he was knocked out. He could recognize that voice as well, not to mention his laugh. The man wondered if he would die, it was likely. He was now in the hands of a murdering, psychopath, what else could he expect? The question was how long before he finally died?
Joker pushed the needle in and out of the cop's mouth, wiping up blood with his fingers as he did and then using it to paint a smile on his surgical mask. Soon the man's mouth was closed tightly with stitches.
"There we go," he stepped back to admire his work, "Harley darling would you mind removing the patient's shirt," he said pulling on some rubber gloves.
"Sure thing Mistah J," she unbuttoned the police uniform and removed it as best she could since his arms were tied down.
She glanced at Mr. J unsure of what to do next.
"Hmm, I am gonna need that shirt later and I can't have it all bloody," he said thoughtfully.
"What do ya need it for puddin?"
"I'll uh, tell ya later," he uncuffed the "patient's" left arm and slid the shirt off.
He coperated until Joker freed his right arm. He shot up grabbing blindly at his attacker. Harley gasped and jumped away at the captive's sudden attempts to save himself. Mr. J was not surprised at all.
He rolled his eyes, "Coper-ation, not one of your strong suits is it?"
He picked up a large knife from the table and sunk it deep into the cop's bicep. Muffed screams of pain resonated from him but the stitches held in place. Joker jerked the button up police uniform out from underneath him and laid it aside for later. After tieing the policeman's arm back up he pulled the weapon out of his bleeding arm. The man winced as the blade slid out but did not scream. The pulling at his sutured lips was to painful.
Harley Quinn cautiously made her way back to her spot across from Mr. J. She watched their "patient" the entire time as if he would lash out again. He did not of course, he laid there breathing heavily out of his nose. Blood spurted and gushed from his wounded arm. She glanced at Joker. He examined the knife that was previously in the cop's upper arm. It must have been in pretty deep, red blood stained half of the large blade.
"Continue Harley," he waved his hand.
She nodded and picked up a pair of scissors on the table before carefully cutting his black under-shirt open. Once she finished she stepped back into place to watch.
Joker flipped the knife in his hand and without warning sent it crashing into the police man's midsection.
The man could not hold back and screamed, Harley noticed part of his top lip ripping where the stitches met his skin. She watched Joker, though the sight was sickening she could not look away. She didn't feel as disturbed as she knew she should. As disturbed as she would have been several months ago, before she met Joker. He drug the weapon down the cop's flesh making a large cut. The cop's pained crys dissipated leaving only a sickening ripping sound. Harley assumed he was dead now.
Joker continued to open the wound wider and cut indeterminately at his insides. The smell was horrible. Harley Quinn felt as though she would throw up, instead she covered her nose and continued to watch the gruesome display. Still she could not bring herself to giggle manically like Mr. J. He seemed to be enjoying himself and Harley liked to see him happy. She was not to disturbed at all by the fact that he found the situation funny, she simply decided he had a morbid sense of humor. Very morbid. It made her feel better to think that way, excuses for her boyfriend's behavior gave her hope that someday soon they'd be a normal couple, far far away from Gotham City and Batman.
Finally after what seemed like hours to Harley, Joker stepped back satisfied and drenched with blood. He checked the man's pulse, or lack thereof. He sighed, "Well the operation waaas... unsuccessful," he shrugged, "We lost him," he said before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Harley joined in nervously.
"Paint his face for me, will ya babe," he began after composing himself, "I gotta find someone to deliver his body to the police station," he handed her some face paint form his apron pockets.
She nodded and took the containers of make up.
Mr. J pulled of his mask, "And when you're done..." he stepped closer to her, "Meet me upstairs," he pulled her towards him, pressing her up against him in a hard, forceful kiss.
He could barely contain his laughter through the kiss. He was so pleased she had stayed in the basement the entire time. Clearly she didn't want to and yet she remained, simply wanting to be near him. Now she was about to paint the victim's face, it was hilarious. He pulled away, still giggling and headed upstairs.
She shivered all alone in the basement with a dead body. Her once bright, white tank top was now stained with fresh blood from Joker's equally bloody dress. Harley unscrewed the white container of paint and slowly smeared it on his cold face. Followed by black eyes and a bright, red smile. That was the worst to paint, she cringed as she ran her fingers over the stitches on his lips. After she finished with the face paint she looked once last time at the bloody exposed organs and hurried to find Mr. J.
Sorry if I majorly disturbed anyone. But what do you expect, it's the Joker :D. This is also pretty crucial to Harley's insanity. It's just another little push to madness. So it HAD to be done.
And let it be known I have nothing against police men... Joker does.