Authors Note: I hope this fic is holding you guys over. I can't wait to see the actual movie. I hope that they do Harley justice. I don't want Harley to be a victim, I want her to take charge of her own destiny and damn the consequence. Also I cant wait to see the Joker on screen, oh my gawd is he hot. Gimme some of that sweet sweet psychotic clown lovin'! Also, thank you everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited. It might seem inconsequential for you guys but it makes me incredibly happy!
"I want to help you Dr. Quinzel" Batman said in his trademark gruff voice. He was like a caricature of himself. It was hard to take him seriously when all I could think about was how much of a fraud he was.
"Help me..." I retorted enraged "It's too late"
"I know what you're planning to do" Batman continued stoically, "You want to kill him"
"And if you'd killed him, you could have prevented this. You could have save me" I choked, as dry sobs colored my speech.
"I am so sorry Doctor" He said. He sounded genuinely sorry. But it only served to add gasoline to the flames.
"Sorry doesn't cut it Batsy" I said disdainfully. "You are just as responsible, if not more. He doesn't know what he's doing. He thought he was helping me. But you... you knew about him, and you let him live"
I laughed out disdainfully.
"What can I do to make this right?" Batman asked me. I wanted to kill Batman right were he stood. That would be justice. But that would have to take place at a later date
"I want you to help me kill Mr. J" I said finally.
"No... I can't" Batman said reluctantly.
"Then you can get out of my way" I said pointing my baton at him.
"I can't... I can't let you go through with it either" Batman said taking a step towards me.
"You... you've destroyed everything" I said finally... sinking to the ground.
"In more ways then you know..." Batman said ruefully.
"What are you talking about?" I asked curiously. I looked up at him.
"I am the one ... who made the Joker" He explained reluctantly. I knew that it was still dark inside the room, but lights exploded behind my eyes. I felt as if someone was sticking a red hot poker into my brain. What unfathomable...truth was this?
"You made your own archenemy just so you could play hero" I accused.
"No... it was an accident" He defended. "There was a heist at ACE chemicals and he fell into the bleaching tank ..."
"If it weren't for you..." I began stumbling with my words, still trying to comprehend the absurdity of it all. None of this was real... none of this seemed even remotely real.
"I know" He said simply.
"It would have been better, if you never put on the cape" I said ruefully.
"I know" He replied again.
"Everyone you... you have ever saved... pales in comparison to the destruction he's caused" I continued.
"I know" Batman replied again...as if he couldn't say anything else.
I heard the windows break abruptly ending our conversation. Purple gas started to fill the room. I started to giggle and so did the Bat.
Laughing Gas.
Batman quickly grabbed me and jumped out the window. I felt the remainder of the intact glass shatter around us. I was quite alarmed as I lived on the 23rd floor. We found ourselves hovering in the air for a brief moment. A thick heavy wire shot out of his belt, and anchored itself on the adjacent building. I felt it yank us away from the ground.
He swung towards another apartment building with me in tow. We landed safely on the roof. Mr. J was above us in a helicopter. He was dangling at the end of a rope ladder to be more precise. His jubilant laughter gave his position away. We both looked up at him.
He was holding a teenage boy at arms length. The boy was dressed in a dark red suit and had a mask on. It was Robin. But it couldn't be the boy wonder... every one knew he was dead.
Joker dropped the boy, and my heart skipped a beat. Robin went plummeting down to certain doom.
Batman quickly jumped away, shooting his hang wire into another building. He was leaving me here wide open, completely abandoned. The helicopter sideswiped toward me. I just stood there like a fool.
Mr. J swooped me up in his arms once he was close enough.
"Miss me, baby?" He said into my ear. We were ascending into the sky, his goons were already pulling in the ladder. I had two options.
(A) Struggle... and try to push him off the ladder. Probably fall off the ladder in the process
(B) Say something funny.
"Yea... like I miss my stomach ulcer" I retorted.
He laughed and then he laid a kiss on my cheek, to my disgust.
His goons pulled us up into the copter. Once we were safely in, I wormed my way out of his grasp.
I could still see out the window. Batman was on the ground, in his arms... was a mannequin. It was a fake. He had left me to die for a mannequin. A dry laugh came out of my throat. The absurdity of it all was starting to get to me
"God, I cant believe he fell for it again" Mr. J said over my shoulder. I saw the barrel of a machine gun poke out of the copter from my peripheral vision. I quickly covered my ears as the gun fire thundered into the night. Batman quickly vanished out of the line of fire. Mr. J dropped the gun on to a sack filled most likely with rounds. Then he closed the copter door, locking me in.
He wrapped his arms over me from behind. I viciously tried to struggle out of his grasp but it caused the copter to sway in the air. Out of fear I stopped fighting him. He nuzzled his face into the nape of my neck.
"Take us home boys" He ordered, the copter sailed away into the darkness. As did I.
Dr. Harleen would have cried; she wouldn't have known what to do. But not me. I wore a stoic look on my face. Once I was on solid ground, I would do everything in my power to escape. Mr. J pulled me down into a seating position with him. His back was against the side of the copter, and I was trapped in sitting position on his thighs.
"You were asleep for two whole weeks pumpkin" Mr. J whispered into my ear. Even though he spoke softly his proximity overpowered the sound of the copter blades. I felt as if we were the only two people for miles, the lunatic and I.
I decided to try the silent approach. Maybe if I didn't engage him, he would understand that he was taking me against my will. But another part of me knew, that he was perfectly aware that he was kidnapping me, and that he didn't care at all. And another part of me still, was thrilled that I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.
"I was soooo worried" He continued in his sing song voice. "I wanted to come and get you but those mean old policemen were everywhere"
"And the Bat was watching you... well like a hawk" He said angrily. His voice was particularly more angry when he said the word "Bat"
I didn't answer him and I could feel that he was getting agitated at my silence.
"You're still mad aren't you? Well don't be because..." He whispered. I could feel his lips touching my ear, he was that close.
He pulled out a mangy teddy bear from his pocket. I was momentarily glad, that there was actually something in his pocket, and it was not what I thought it was.
"I fixed it... for you" He said shoving the thing into my free hand.
It was the blond teddy bear that he had left on my desk. It had been blown to bits by gunfire. The thing I held in my hand now, barely resembled a bear.
It was patched together with vivid scarlet thread. Bits of its stuffing were still peaking through, and its previous lustrous form was now akin to Frankenstein's monster. So much was the bear a symbol of what had happened to me.
"You know why I'm mad... and its not this stupid bear" I said trying to toss it on the ground. Mr. J stopped me and took the bear back into his custody.
"Careful" He whispered. "It took me really long time to fix it...I stabbed my hand with the sewing needle at least fifty times"
"Good" I said coldly.
"Are you mad about the light show?" He inquired. He pulled me closer to him. I wanted to jerk my head up into his teeth and break his jaw.
"Don't you see? I was trying to help you... you were a caged little bird... and I set you free" He said. I could hear the utter conviction in his voice. I found that a little part of me agreed with him.
"Like the Bat helped you..." I spurted it out. I could hear his breath come out raggedly. He didn't say anything for a long time.
I felt his chest rise and fall against my back. I could hear the beating of my heart, rapidly pounding my chest.
"So he told you about that?" He finally said breaking the silence. I saw a deserted carnival bloom out from the darkness. We were beginning to descend.
"Yes" I replied shakily. He sounded very serious.
"I'm not like Batsy... the self righteous prick... I won't leave my creations to fend for themselves. I'll take care of you pumpkin" He cooed. We landed on an abandoned building roof. Instead of a traditional landing pad symbol, there was a large smiling face with the eyes crossed out drawn in yellow spray paint. Mr. J took me out of the copter with out letting me go, not even an inch.
Once we were on the ground. I felt his grasp loosen a fraction.
"I'm gonna let you go... don't do anything stupid" He warned.
He took his time "letting me go". His arms went down the length of my body. Once he was done I quickly pushed him away creating distance between us. He stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance. He laughed.
I briefly wondered if I was going to do anything stupid. I wasn't sure. The monster in me was hungry, and thirsty for vengeance. But the Doctor was cautious.
Mr. J led me down a dark hallway into a room. He flipped on the switch and I was momentarily blinded by the light. It was filled with lacy and pretty things. A large pink canopy bed stood in the middle. It was a room fit for a little princess.
"Do you like it?" He asked hesitantly. I turned around to face him. I took his face into my hands. I hoped at one last chance to get through to him
"Let me go, please" I said, looking deep into his eyes. He placed his hand over mine. He stared back at me with equal intensity.
"I have already set you free" He insisted. I threw my hands up in exasperation. I let out a frustrated sigh. I was ready to pull my hair out. He reached out for me, desperate to lock eyes me again, desperate for the contact. I turned my body away, slapping his hands off me.
"No... no... no, you're just confused" He said, trying to walk around in order to face me. I kept trying to avoiding him but I was like a caged animal. There was no escape.
He cupped my face in his hands.
"Tell me that you were happy with your life before you met me. Tell me that you weren't a caged little bird. Go on... tell me" He said.
I wanted to tell him off but I couldn't bring myself to say those words. He smiled at my silence. He took it as resignation. He let go of my face, then turned to looking for something in the white dresser beside us. He pulled out a 9mm handgun. He checked it over as if he were examining a piece of fruit.
Then he looked over to me. He put the gun in my hand. Again the neon choices pop up in front of me. Choices that only I can see.
(A) KILL HIM... KILL HIM...KILL HIM
(B) KISS HIM... KISS HIM...KISS HIM
I am alarmed that such an odd choice (b) had presented itself to me.
I pointed the gun right to his head. He shook said head disappointingly
"Choice (A)? Harley... don't be so predictable" He chided.
He could see it. He could see the invisible force that kept pulling me forward deeper into the madness. I looked up at him to meet his eyes, but he seemed to be staring off at something right past my shoulder. I followed his gaze over at something that seemed to have his attention.
I could see it in the line of his vision. It was like spray paint on the wall, only I knew it wasn't really there. It was the choices he was presented with by the invisible hand.
(A) Break her wings
(B) Let her fly
"So... what are you going to do Mr. J" I said looking back to him.
"Fly... little bird" He said definitely. He reached into his pocket and gave me a set of car keys.
I looked at the keys as they sat in my hand. I felt as if they were some sort of magical mystical item.
"How about you?" Mr. J asked regarding my choices. I lowered the gun and then I kissed him.
I vaguely felt the gun and keys drop to floor. I grabbed fistfuls of his slicked back hair. He wrapped his arms around my torso.
The Doctor... screamed at me to stop... but the Monster smiled.