I was strolling through Gotham's dimly lit, rainy streets. I had recently been released from the hospital, suffering from a cut on my back that would probably leave a scar and a few bruised ribs. As one of the 10 victims of the most recent Batman vs. Joker battle, I would have perished if Harley Quinn hadn't intervened. However, I would personally take a stand with Harley Quinn and the Joker. Thinking of the Joker, I sighed. His hair, his smile, his laugh, and oh my gunpowder it's Harley Quinn.
"Hey Suga, how are you doing?" Harley questioned, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Miss Quinn, I'm fine," I tremblingly answered. "Suga, just call me Harley. And keep my saving you from Batsy a secret from Puddin'. Harley joked, grinning, "Next time, don't dress up like me for a party." Her tone was funny. "Yes, Miss H," I answered, experiencing a strong red rush in my cheeks. Suddenly, I heard my name being called and turned around to see who it was. Hammers and pistols, it's Batman, I thought to myself, feeling a surge of panic.
"Keep your distance from her, Harley. She's off-limits," he asserted. It was unbelievable to me. Did he just discuss me as if I weren't even present? After causing the injuries that sent me to the hospital and left me scarred, how could he have the audacity to act like a father figure? "Listen here, Mr. I-save-the-city-worship-me, I can go with who I want, when I want, and where I want," I yelled at the top of my lungs. Stay out of it. "You..."
"Looky what we got here, it's Batsy." I felt a chill go down my spine when I heard a deep voice behind me. "Joker! I thought you would have crawled back to your home already." Batman spat at the Joker. "Hey! "You overgrown flying rodent, don't yell at Mista J!" I yelled at the same moment as Harley. We exchanged a look and burst out laughing. Batman moved to seize me, and Harley seized her handgun as I seized Joker's and aimed them towards Batman. "Don't touch me asshole. Leave me alone and return your tights-wearing ass to your cave." I snarled at him.
Joker burst out laughing. Grinning, Joker remarked, "You better listen to her; I don't control this one." Harley gave me a sly smile. "Suga, hand over Mista J's pistol and move to stand behind him," Harley commanded. I handed Joker back his revolver and stepped behind him, saying, "Yes, Miss H." Joker gave me a head pat. "Good girl. Now kneel." Joker gave me the command. "Yes, Mister J," I said, bowing my head. Joker remarked, "Oh no, Suga, lift your head." I gasped as I raised my head. There was the Joker, smirking, his shirt off. 'Oh sweet gunpowder, what have I gotten myself into?' I pondered to myself.
'Oh, my gunpowder his muscles!' I pondered, practically drooling. Harley gave me a knowing look and smirked. I tried to cover my face as I flushed bending too far forward and cried out in agony. Joker paused in the middle of his stride and turned to face me. Harley rushed over to examine my back. My eyes clouded over and I began to cry. 'great what did I do to myself this time?' I asked myself.
"Puddin her back opened again." In a panic, Harley said. "what do you mean AGAIN?" Joker hissed. Harley said, "Well..." with hesitation. "You had better tell me, Harley Quinn, don't make Daddy mad," he warned. So, since Suga was wearing clothes similar to mine, Batman attacked her. He gave her a few bruised ribs and slashed open her back. I believe she reopened the wound by bending too far." Harley gave a quick explanation. "HE WHAT?" Seething, J screamed.
I sighed and rested my head on J's shoulder, feeling exhausted. "Take me home, please," I asked tiredly. "Where do you live, Suga?" Harley inquired. "I don't have one," I blushed as I answered. "Well, you do now. Harley, go get the car," J commanded. "Yes, Mista J," Harley replied, mock saluting. J put me gently on my feet, and Harley bolted off down the street. "Now let Daddy see your back, Suga," J ordered, leaving no room for argument.
I pivoted and revealed my back to him. J raised his shirt off my back, taking care to avoid smearing the surrounding blood. It will undoubtedly leave scars, but I can easily heal it. I can..." "NO!" J seemed a bit upset that I had interrupted, but I didn't mind. I said, "I'm keeping it; I can split a face with it." "What do you mean Suga?" J enquired, perplexed. "with your and Harley's permission, I was going to have one side tattooed as your face and the other side Harley's face." I blushed when I told J.
"You can do that, Suga. Do you want it stitched or burned?" J enquired. "Burned. It heals faster and looks cooler," I said, grinning. Beside us, a purple Lamborghini slid to a stop. "Hiya, Puddin, Suga. Batsy is on the move. He put the word out on Suga; she's a wanted criminal now," Harley chuckled. "Top hats and laughing clowns, he's an asshole," I became enraged.
"Now what should I do?" I pondered in my mind.