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"I feel dizzy..."

“What do I look like, a doctah?” Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. “Oh wait….” Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. “Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J.” She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

“Ya cold is yer repressed emotions makin ya sick.” Harley said. “At least I think. Do ya feel any bettah aftah talking and cryin it out?” She snuggled into him more. “Aww ya mean it mistah J?! Puddin!” Harley said excitedly. “We’re gonna have a baby!” Harley began to bubble with joy and gasped excitedly! “We should get married! Eek! Make everythin official! Ivy can plan tha wedding and two face ‘n Jonathan can be ya best men and… Oh puddin this is great!” She hugged him tightly. “Well. Aren’t ya gonna propose? Don’t keep a lady waitin!”

“Y-yeah I’m feeling bette- what-” he looks at her, mouth opening and closing a little. “Oh- uh- er- um-” he tries tot hink of something, anything, that could get him out of doing it right now. “Well- I- uh- I don’t have a ring! And- aaaand I’m not in a position to properly propose!” he bites his lip. “We uh… We should really er- wait…” oh god he’s not ready for that part yet.

Harley, not getting the hint, began digging in her bag. “That’s okay mistah J!” She pulled out a white gold diamond ring. Must of been worth millions. “I stole this from tha museum tha othah night. It’ll work perfectly!” She handed him the ring. “‘N don’t worry bout gettin on one knee. I nevah cared much for stereotypical proposes anyhow.” She stared at him smiling.

He sighs, looking at the ring. “Harley… This is really nice… And I probably will propose at some point, I don’t know… But… I’m just… I’m not ready okay?” he hands the ring back. “Everything’s coming in at once and it’s a bit hard to handle… Give me time alright?”

"A course puddin! I completely understand. Ya need like three days or so ta figure things out!" Harley smiled widely and kissed his cheek. Harley could wait three days. "Now we gotta get you outta here before the bomb blows up." She looked towards the door. "Hey rocko! Shoot them hostages!"

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"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Ya cold is yer repressed emotions makin ya sick." Harley said. "At least I think. Do ya feel any bettah aftah talking and cryin it out?" She snuggled into him more. "Aww ya mean it mistah J?! Puddin!" Harley said excitedly. "We’re gonna have a baby!" Harley began to bubble with joy and gasped excitedly! "We should get married! Eek! Make everythin official! Ivy can plan tha wedding and two face ‘n Jonathan can be ya best men and… Oh puddin this is great!" She hugged him tightly. "Well. Aren’t ya gonna propose? Don’t keep a lady waitin!"

“Y-yeah I’m feeling bette- what-” he looks at her, mouth opening and closing a little. “Oh- uh- er- um-” he tries tot hink of something, anything, that could get him out of doing it right now. “Well- I- uh- I don’t have a ring! And- aaaand I’m not in a position to properly propose!” he bites his lip. “We uh… We should really er- wait…” oh god he’s not ready for that part yet.

Harley, not getting the hint, began digging in her bag. "That's okay mistah J!" She pulled out a white gold diamond ring. Must of been worth millions. "I stole this from tha museum tha othah night. It'll work perfectly!" She handed him the ring. "'N don't worry bout gettin on one knee. I nevah cared much for stereotypical proposes anyhow." She stared at him smiling.

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"This is good news puddin!" She says, her face beaming. "Yer a different man than ya were before. Different man. Different gal. Different set a circumstances. Yer gonna be a great daddy ta little J! We can teach him things. Like how ta shoot a gun, and rob a bank, and snap someone’s neck. We can get him a little costume with makeup. Or her. the gendah doesn’t mattah. I’ll love it no mattah what. This is such a happy time. I got a bun in tha oven! And tha sound of little feet walking around is just what our old hideout needs to lighten up tha place."

He swallows, tense, refusing to make eye contact with her. How can he do this?! Wait- how long has she been- and how many times has he beat her- oh god- oh god oh god oh god… He tries to calm himself, tensing up and gritting his teeth.

"Mistah J?" She looked at him worriedly. "Mistah J please don’t be mad at me." Harley tried to make him look at her. "Please say somethin. I’m so happy bout carryin yer baby. Please don’t be mad puddin."

“I… I c-can’t do this… I-I tried being a father once you know how that turned out now!” he panicked. “Kids are usually afraid of clowns! You can’t just give a two year old a gun and- oh god I’m gonna KILL HIM-!” he looks up at the ceiling, breathing shuddered. “Just being near me is gonna KILL HIM! He’ll get shot or beat or- or SOMETHING! A-and… And the Bat… The Bat’ll beat the livin’ daylight out of ‘em…” he realizes.

"No. No. No" Harley said crossing her arms. "I won’t let any of that happen. Ya’ll be a great daddy. We’ll have our own little baby bat killah and it’ll be beautiful. I promise. Don’t ya trust me mistah J?" She then looked down sadly. "I mean… If ya want I could… Get rid of it…"

“NO-!” he jerks up, wincing and grabbing at his head- ooo bad idea… No fast movements… “N-no… Please… I don’t want it all to happen again…” he curls up.

It was so strange. Harley hadn’t seen him this vulnerable since that day in the hospital when he realized that, against his former plans, he did have feelings for her. Normally he hides all emotions. He hits her without a hint of regret. Goes through life playing strong and impenetrable. Harley always knew he had that soft side. She had seen it. It was just so rare that every time he did it was such a strange sight. “Ya gotta make up ya mind mistah J. Yer sad if I’m pregnant, yer sad if I’m not. If ya don’t want me ta get rid of it, then ya need ta be hopeful and happy about me havin it. Think about it. A little baby ta carry on out legacy aftah we’re long gone. We’re gonna be great parents. Trust me.”

He nods a little, dragging his hands down his face. “Uggghhh this… Cold or whatever… It’s fuckin’ up my mind…” he grumbles. “I need to get a hold of myself…” sighing he settles back. “I… I’m happy, don’t worry I’m happy…” he says quietly. “I am…”

"Ya cold is yer repressed emotions makin ya sick." Harley said. "At least I think. Do ya feel any bettah aftah talking and cryin it out?" She snuggled into him more. "Aww ya mean it mistah J?! Puddin!" Harley said excitedly. "We're gonna have a baby!" Harley began to bubble with joy and gasped excitedly! "We should get married! Eek! Make everythin official! Ivy can plan tha wedding and two face 'n Jonathan can be ya best men and... Oh puddin this is great!" She hugged him tightly. "Well. Aren't ya gonna propose? Don't keep a lady waitin!"

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"This is good news puddin!" She says, her face beaming. "Yer a different man than ya were before. Different man. Different gal. Different set a circumstances. Yer gonna be a great daddy ta little J! We can teach him things. Like how ta shoot a gun, and rob a bank, and snap someone’s neck. We can get him a little costume with makeup. Or her. the gendah doesn’t mattah. I’ll love it no mattah what. This is such a happy time. I got a bun in tha oven! And tha sound of little feet walking around is just what our old hideout needs to lighten up tha place."

He swallows, tense, refusing to make eye contact with her. How can he do this?! Wait- how long has she been- and how many times has he beat her- oh god- oh god oh god oh god… He tries to calm himself, tensing up and gritting his teeth.

"Mistah J?" She looked at him worriedly. "Mistah J please don’t be mad at me." Harley tried to make him look at her. "Please say somethin. I’m so happy bout carryin yer baby. Please don’t be mad puddin."

“I… I c-can’t do this… I-I tried being a father once you know how that turned out now!” he panicked. “Kids are usually afraid of clowns! You can’t just give a two year old a gun and- oh god I’m gonna KILL HIM-!” he looks up at the ceiling, breathing shuddered. “Just being near me is gonna KILL HIM! He’ll get shot or beat or- or SOMETHING! A-and… And the Bat… The Bat’ll beat the livin’ daylight out of ‘em…” he realizes.

"No. No. No" Harley said crossing her arms. "I won’t let any of that happen. Ya’ll be a great daddy. We’ll have our own little baby bat killah and it’ll be beautiful. I promise. Don’t ya trust me mistah J?" She then looked down sadly. "I mean… If ya want I could… Get rid of it…"

“NO-!” he jerks up, wincing and grabbing at his head- ooo bad idea… No fast movements… “N-no… Please… I don’t want it all to happen again…” he curls up.

It was so strange. Harley hadn't seen him this vulnerable since that day in the hospital when he realized that, against his former plans, he did have feelings for her. Normally he hides all emotions. He hits her without a hint of regret. Goes through life playing strong and impenetrable. Harley always knew he had that soft side. She had seen it. It was just so rare that every time he did it was such a strange sight. "Ya gotta make up ya mind mistah J. Yer sad if I'm pregnant, yer sad if I'm not. If ya don't want me ta get rid of it, then ya need ta be hopeful and happy about me havin it. Think about it. A little baby ta carry on out legacy aftah we're long gone. We're gonna be great parents. Trust me."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"This is good news puddin!" She says, her face beaming. "Yer a different man than ya were before. Different man. Different gal. Different set a circumstances. Yer gonna be a great daddy ta little J! We can teach him things. Like how ta shoot a gun, and rob a bank, and snap someone’s neck. We can get him a little costume with makeup. Or her. the gendah doesn’t mattah. I’ll love it no mattah what. This is such a happy time. I got a bun in tha oven! And tha sound of little feet walking around is just what our old hideout needs to lighten up tha place."

He swallows, tense, refusing to make eye contact with her. How can he do this?! Wait- how long has she been- and how many times has he beat her- oh god- oh god oh god oh god… He tries to calm himself, tensing up and gritting his teeth.

"Mistah J?" She looked at him worriedly. "Mistah J please don’t be mad at me." Harley tried to make him look at her. "Please say somethin. I’m so happy bout carryin yer baby. Please don’t be mad puddin."

“I… I c-can’t do this… I-I tried being a father once you know how that turned out now!” he panicked. “Kids are usually afraid of clowns! You can’t just give a two year old a gun and- oh god I’m gonna KILL HIM-!” he looks up at the ceiling, breathing shuddered. “Just being near me is gonna KILL HIM! He’ll get shot or beat or- or SOMETHING! A-and… And the Bat… The Bat’ll beat the livin’ daylight out of ‘em…” he realizes.

"No. No. No" Harley said crossing her arms. "I won't let any of that happen. Ya'll be a great daddy. We'll have our own little baby bat killah and it'll be beautiful. I promise. Don't ya trust me mistah J?" She then looked down sadly. "I mean... If ya want I could... Get rid of it..."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"This is good news puddin!" She says, her face beaming. "Yer a different man than ya were before. Different man. Different gal. Different set a circumstances. Yer gonna be a great daddy ta little J! We can teach him things. Like how ta shoot a gun, and rob a bank, and snap someone’s neck. We can get him a little costume with makeup. Or her. the gendah doesn’t mattah. I’ll love it no mattah what. This is such a happy time. I got a bun in tha oven! And tha sound of little feet walking around is just what our old hideout needs to lighten up tha place."

He swallows, tense, refusing to make eye contact with her. How can he do this?! Wait- how long has she been- and how many times has he beat her- oh god- oh god oh god oh god… He tries to calm himself, tensing up and gritting his teeth.

"Mistah J?" She looked at him worriedly. "Mistah J please don't be mad at me." Harley tried to make him look at her. "Please say somethin. I'm so happy bout carryin yer baby. Please don't be mad puddin."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That’s when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn’t sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. “Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve that.” Tears began to stream down her face. “But I need ya ta snap out of it. There’s a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that’s okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I’m made for tha man ya are now.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “And the baby… Oh puddin. I’m so sorry. But we can… I mean…” Hell it’s as good a time as ever right? “I can’t lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J.”

He turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, trembling. He tries to hold it back but hiccupy little sobs yelped from his throat. His shoulders jerk lightly, teeth grit. “Oh god… Harley… H-harley-!” he whimpers out, hands burying in his head and tugging at the green locks, pulling harshly. His knees curl up to his chest, body trembling as he sniffles heavily. “Why… Wh-why…” he didn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, everything didn’t even feel real, just like it did when she died… When the chemicals happened… He kept tugging at his hair, tense as he tries his best not to let pathetic emotions get to him. He’s not one of them, he’s not normal, he’s a freak, he has to remember that, he has a point to prove, that life is a joke, that it’s cruel and unfair. Everything is just one. Big. Joke.

At this point, Harley was on the gurney with him, holding him. Rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on to his back. “It’s okay. It’s okay I’m here. I’m right here. Let it all out. Keep talkin. Keep tellin me bout it.” She kissed the top of his head lightly. If this was a psychological thing, she’d just have to wait it out.

He buries his face in her chest, mumbling weak apologies for his behavior. This wasn’t the Joker this was some- some cry baby idiot! He knew he had to snap out of this stupid emotional state, get better, and go out shooting. People that is. “I’m just a freak now.” his voice starting turning more into an angry growl. “Life’s just a big JOKE! There’s no point!” he presses his face into the pillow now, tense, a mix of emotions, agony, anger, hysteria… “Why can’t people see that everything is a joke! That nothing really matters! Life’s just one big happenstance!”

"You Mattah. You mattah ta me. Ya mattah a lot. Yer my point. I left my joke life for a real one with you. Tha world might see ya as a freak, but I think yer perfect. In so many ways you’ve taught me ta fuck societies rules ‘n be myself. Yer amazin and I love ya." She gently continued rubbing his back. "It’s all gonna be okay."

Joker had completely forgotten people were here. Oh god he’s going to get laughed at in all the wrong ways after this… He sniffles, curling up tightly as he just tries to calm himself at this point, to stop being stupid, and weak, and… Whatever.

She looked at the henchman and hostages and gave them the single to leave the room. It was just her and her mistah j now. “I’m sorry I’ll never Jeannie. I’m sorry I can’t take away tha pain. But puddin, I’m here and ya can talk ta me. Ya can trust me. I love ya and ya love me and we’re so great when we team up.”

He hesitantly wraps his arms around her, pressing his face into her shoulder. “I… I know… I’m sorry…” he swallows. “Y-you’re right… God dammit you’ve made me go all soft…” he grumbles.

"Shhhh. Ya can beat me later if it’ll make ya feel bettah." Harley said, giggling and nuzzling into him. "Just not too hard. Cuz ya know… The baby." She wasn’t sure if he was coherent enough the first time she mentioned the positive pregnancy test, so she slowly slipped it into the conversation.

He blinks, swallowing. “Y-you mean…? Th-that wasn’t a… J-joke…” he goes a bit paler in the face, his mouth going dry and fear filling his eyes- a rare sight. O-oh god it’s going to happen again… E-everything just going to happen all over again-! H-he can’t be a f-father-!

"This is good news puddin!" She says, her face beaming. "Yer a different man than ya were before. Different man. Different gal. Different set a circumstances. Yer gonna be a great daddy ta little J! We can teach him things. Like how ta shoot a gun, and rob a bank, and snap someone's neck. We can get him a little costume with makeup. Or her. the gendah doesn't mattah. I'll love it no mattah what. This is such a happy time. I got a bun in tha oven! And tha sound of little feet walking around is just what our old hideout needs to lighten up tha place."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That’s when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn’t sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. “Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve that.” Tears began to stream down her face. “But I need ya ta snap out of it. There’s a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that’s okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I’m made for tha man ya are now.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “And the baby… Oh puddin. I’m so sorry. But we can… I mean…” Hell it’s as good a time as ever right? “I can’t lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J.”

He turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, trembling. He tries to hold it back but hiccupy little sobs yelped from his throat. His shoulders jerk lightly, teeth grit. “Oh god… Harley… H-harley-!” he whimpers out, hands burying in his head and tugging at the green locks, pulling harshly. His knees curl up to his chest, body trembling as he sniffles heavily. “Why… Wh-why…” he didn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, everything didn’t even feel real, just like it did when she died… When the chemicals happened… He kept tugging at his hair, tense as he tries his best not to let pathetic emotions get to him. He’s not one of them, he’s not normal, he’s a freak, he has to remember that, he has a point to prove, that life is a joke, that it’s cruel and unfair. Everything is just one. Big. Joke.

At this point, Harley was on the gurney with him, holding him. Rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on to his back. “It’s okay. It’s okay I’m here. I’m right here. Let it all out. Keep talkin. Keep tellin me bout it.” She kissed the top of his head lightly. If this was a psychological thing, she’d just have to wait it out.

He buries his face in her chest, mumbling weak apologies for his behavior. This wasn’t the Joker this was some- some cry baby idiot! He knew he had to snap out of this stupid emotional state, get better, and go out shooting. People that is. “I’m just a freak now.” his voice starting turning more into an angry growl. “Life’s just a big JOKE! There’s no point!” he presses his face into the pillow now, tense, a mix of emotions, agony, anger, hysteria… “Why can’t people see that everything is a joke! That nothing really matters! Life’s just one big happenstance!”

"You Mattah. You mattah ta me. Ya mattah a lot. Yer my point. I left my joke life for a real one with you. Tha world might see ya as a freak, but I think yer perfect. In so many ways you’ve taught me ta fuck societies rules ‘n be myself. Yer amazin and I love ya." She gently continued rubbing his back. "It’s all gonna be okay."

Joker had completely forgotten people were here. Oh god he’s going to get laughed at in all the wrong ways after this… He sniffles, curling up tightly as he just tries to calm himself at this point, to stop being stupid, and weak, and… Whatever.

She looked at the henchman and hostages and gave them the single to leave the room. It was just her and her mistah j now. “I’m sorry I’ll never Jeannie. I’m sorry I can’t take away tha pain. But puddin, I’m here and ya can talk ta me. Ya can trust me. I love ya and ya love me and we’re so great when we team up.”

He hesitantly wraps his arms around her, pressing his face into her shoulder. “I… I know… I’m sorry…” he swallows. “Y-you’re right… God dammit you’ve made me go all soft…” he grumbles.

"Shhhh. Ya can beat me later if it'll make ya feel bettah." Harley said, giggling and nuzzling into him. "Just not too hard. Cuz ya know... The baby." She wasn't sure if he was coherent enough the first time she mentioned the positive pregnancy test, so she slowly slipped it into the conversation.

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That’s when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn’t sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. “Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve that.” Tears began to stream down her face. “But I need ya ta snap out of it. There’s a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that’s okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I’m made for tha man ya are now.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “And the baby… Oh puddin. I’m so sorry. But we can… I mean…” Hell it’s as good a time as ever right? “I can’t lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J.”

He turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, trembling. He tries to hold it back but hiccupy little sobs yelped from his throat. His shoulders jerk lightly, teeth grit. “Oh god… Harley… H-harley-!” he whimpers out, hands burying in his head and tugging at the green locks, pulling harshly. His knees curl up to his chest, body trembling as he sniffles heavily. “Why… Wh-why…” he didn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, everything didn’t even feel real, just like it did when she died… When the chemicals happened… He kept tugging at his hair, tense as he tries his best not to let pathetic emotions get to him. He’s not one of them, he’s not normal, he’s a freak, he has to remember that, he has a point to prove, that life is a joke, that it’s cruel and unfair. Everything is just one. Big. Joke.

At this point, Harley was on the gurney with him, holding him. Rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on to his back. “It’s okay. It’s okay I’m here. I’m right here. Let it all out. Keep talkin. Keep tellin me bout it.” She kissed the top of his head lightly. If this was a psychological thing, she’d just have to wait it out.

He buries his face in her chest, mumbling weak apologies for his behavior. This wasn’t the Joker this was some- some cry baby idiot! He knew he had to snap out of this stupid emotional state, get better, and go out shooting. People that is. “I’m just a freak now.” his voice starting turning more into an angry growl. “Life’s just a big JOKE! There’s no point!” he presses his face into the pillow now, tense, a mix of emotions, agony, anger, hysteria… “Why can’t people see that everything is a joke! That nothing really matters! Life’s just one big happenstance!”

"You Mattah. You mattah ta me. Ya mattah a lot. Yer my point. I left my joke life for a real one with you. Tha world might see ya as a freak, but I think yer perfect. In so many ways you’ve taught me ta fuck societies rules ‘n be myself. Yer amazin and I love ya." She gently continued rubbing his back. "It’s all gonna be okay."

Joker had completely forgotten people were here. Oh god he’s going to get laughed at in all the wrong ways after this… He sniffles, curling up tightly as he just tries to calm himself at this point, to stop being stupid, and weak, and… Whatever.

She looked at the henchman and hostages and gave them the single to leave the room. It was just her and her mistah j now. "I'm sorry I'll never Jeannie. I'm sorry I can't take away tha pain. But puddin, I'm here and ya can talk ta me. Ya can trust me. I love ya and ya love me and we're so great when we team up."

Harleen walked towards the evaluation room, her heart racing as she thought more about the mad mind behind the door. From excitement or from nerves she couldn't tell. Part of Harleen feared for her life, the other part couldn't contain the excitement at the idea of being the one to cure the one and only clown prince of crime, the notorious joker. She was determined, determined to show them all she was more than a pretty face. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. "Good afternoon..."

//Hello! Muse is a little new so pardon any out of character blurts that may arise. Judging by this it’s either Akrham universe Blackgate or normal universe Arkham Asylum. Going with Asylum. Cool to actually find a Harley! How are you?//

The murderer on the table turn his head, a toothy grin coming across his features. Oh goody another one to toy with! “Hi.” he says plainly with a tiny bit of a vocal twist at the end. He shifts a little, sighing. Being strapped to a table wasn’t exactly fun but all hell did these people take precautions… “Scared? Don’t be, can’t move.” he rolled his eyes, jerking an arm again the restraints. “You know… I’ve heard about you. Harleen Quinzel! The new fish in the pond, am I right?” he turned his head back to stare at the ceiling, dragging his tongue over his teeth, green eyes studying every inch of the room he could view. “Just like my first time.” to toy with prey is to trick prey. Make them think you’re one of them.

Harley giggled like a school girl and gently touched the space on her cheek where he pecked it. She quickly followed the Joker, humming light and happy tunes behind him. What a beautiful night this turned out to be. “Paintin the asylum red with my puddin” she sung to her own melody as she began to skip before seeing a guard. “Hey you aren’t supposed to be out of your cell. Hold it right there!” Harley turned and looked at him. “Ah Matt. Why’d it gotta be you? I kinda liked ya. Oh well! Nothin we can do about it now.” Harley shrugged before shooting him right in between the eyes and giggling.

Meanwhile, the Joker was off frolicking with his gun, shooting person after person with ease and without a second thought, easily making a path for their escape, and laughing while he does it…

Finally they made to the exit, a heap of dead bodies in their wake. They to Harley’s car and jumped in. She let the joker take the wheel and take them wherever he wanted. Harley laughed hard. “That was a hoot mistah J! I could get used to this!”

He whips around a corner, heading for his warehouse where he currently lived, abandoned and dark and dirty, but he called it home. “As can I…” he grins, laughing darkly as he drives faster, his chuckling turning into insane, howling laughter.

Harley batted her eyes and sighed. She was so in love with her puddin and so happy to start a life with him. “So mistah J, what now? How’s this whole life thing gonna work?”

“Well I’m taking you to my place, it’s dirty and damp but it’s home, aaaand… I don’t understand the second question.” he frowns, turning the car onto the back streets of Gotham.

"Well I mean I just abandoned everything I evah knew ta be with you. And I just wanna know how this life without rules. How your life works. What does it entail? What’s my part?" Harley shrugged as she looked out the window. "Ooh!" Her face lit up! "Puddin! Puddin! I’m hungry can we get some icecream!!!!!" She began to dramatically point to the ice cream shop coming up. "Pleeeeeaaaaase."

He grits his teeth, trying not to snap. “There’s a tiny gun in the back seat, grab it for me.” he instructs, forming a quick and cunning plan.

Harley quickly hands him the gun from the back without question, giddy with excitement.

He silently pulls the car over, getting out. Once she comes with him he simply walks into the shop, grinning. “Hello everyone!” he sing songs. People turn around gasp, mumbling about ‘it’s him! It’s the Joker!’. Scared out of their minds already. Whenever someone tries to get out a phone to call someone he shoots their hand, the gun practically silent. He walks up to the counter, leaning on it. “Hi.” he smiles all too pleasantly. “We just stopped by for some ice cream, kay?” he pats the man’s head. “Nothing too bad, right? Harley.” he turns to her, “What flavor?”

"Oooh!!!!!" Harley pressed her face into the glass looking at all the flavors. "I want umm…. That one!" She said pointing to a bright green and purple swirled flavor.

He nods to the guy, who quickly makes a double scoop cone and hands it to her. “Gee, thanks buddy!” Joker grins, patting him on the shoulder and at the same time driving a knife into the same shoulder. He cackles, turning on his heel and beginning to walk out. “Come Harley, we got what we wanted.”

"Mmmmm" Harley says as she puts a spoonful in her mouth. She waved to the customers who looked at her in fear as she strolled out. "Thank ya puddin!" She says once they get back in the car as she places a kiss on his cheek. "Okay, so back ta what I was sayin before. How does this new life work?"

“Errr… Well… It doesn’t exactly work… It just… Happens. I sit around, plan to kill the Bat, attempt, sometimes I win the fight, and others I lose. He never dies though that’s the only flaw. Get food I guess when I feel like it… Uh- somehow- I guess.” he shrugs. “I don’t really ‘live’. It’s not the word I like to use. I just do things, I attempt goals, I try to prove points. I happen. I don’t work, my lifestyle doesn’t just work. It just… Happens. I guess. It’s weird.” he shrugs. He didn’t really care enough to give a proper or straight answer about something that mattered so little to him.

"And I get ta be yer fun sidekick and one 'n only gal?" Harley said, her eyes lighting up with glee. "Cuz I ain't leaving ya." This was her life now. He was her life now in all ways.

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That’s when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn’t sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. “Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve that.” Tears began to stream down her face. “But I need ya ta snap out of it. There’s a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that’s okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I’m made for tha man ya are now.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “And the baby… Oh puddin. I’m so sorry. But we can… I mean…” Hell it’s as good a time as ever right? “I can’t lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J.”

He turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, trembling. He tries to hold it back but hiccupy little sobs yelped from his throat. His shoulders jerk lightly, teeth grit. “Oh god… Harley… H-harley-!” he whimpers out, hands burying in his head and tugging at the green locks, pulling harshly. His knees curl up to his chest, body trembling as he sniffles heavily. “Why… Wh-why…” he didn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, everything didn’t even feel real, just like it did when she died… When the chemicals happened… He kept tugging at his hair, tense as he tries his best not to let pathetic emotions get to him. He’s not one of them, he’s not normal, he’s a freak, he has to remember that, he has a point to prove, that life is a joke, that it’s cruel and unfair. Everything is just one. Big. Joke.

At this point, Harley was on the gurney with him, holding him. Rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on to his back. “It’s okay. It’s okay I’m here. I’m right here. Let it all out. Keep talkin. Keep tellin me bout it.” She kissed the top of his head lightly. If this was a psychological thing, she’d just have to wait it out.

He buries his face in her chest, mumbling weak apologies for his behavior. This wasn’t the Joker this was some- some cry baby idiot! He knew he had to snap out of this stupid emotional state, get better, and go out shooting. People that is. “I’m just a freak now.” his voice starting turning more into an angry growl. “Life’s just a big JOKE! There’s no point!” he presses his face into the pillow now, tense, a mix of emotions, agony, anger, hysteria… “Why can’t people see that everything is a joke! That nothing really matters! Life’s just one big happenstance!”

"You Mattah. You mattah ta me. Ya mattah a lot. Yer my point. I left my joke life for a real one with you. Tha world might see ya as a freak, but I think yer perfect. In so many ways you've taught me ta fuck societies rules 'n be myself. Yer amazin and I love ya." She gently continued rubbing his back. "It's all gonna be okay."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That’s when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn’t sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. “Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I’m so sorry that happened. You didn’t deserve that.” Tears began to stream down her face. “But I need ya ta snap out of it. There’s a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that’s okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I’m made for tha man ya are now.” She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “And the baby… Oh puddin. I’m so sorry. But we can… I mean…” Hell it’s as good a time as ever right? “I can’t lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J.”

He turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, trembling. He tries to hold it back but hiccupy little sobs yelped from his throat. His shoulders jerk lightly, teeth grit. “Oh god… Harley… H-harley-!” he whimpers out, hands burying in his head and tugging at the green locks, pulling harshly. His knees curl up to his chest, body trembling as he sniffles heavily. “Why… Wh-why…” he didn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, everything didn’t even feel real, just like it did when she died… When the chemicals happened… He kept tugging at his hair, tense as he tries his best not to let pathetic emotions get to him. He’s not one of them, he’s not normal, he’s a freak, he has to remember that, he has a point to prove, that life is a joke, that it’s cruel and unfair. Everything is just one. Big. Joke.

At this point, Harley was on the gurney with him, holding him. Rocking him back and forth and rubbing soothing circles on to his back. "It's okay. It's okay I'm here. I'm right here. Let it all out. Keep talkin. Keep tellin me bout it." She kissed the top of his head lightly. If this was a psychological thing, she'd just have to wait it out.

Harleen walked towards the evaluation room, her heart racing as she thought more about the mad mind behind the door. From excitement or from nerves she couldn't tell. Part of Harleen feared for her life, the other part couldn't contain the excitement at the idea of being the one to cure the one and only clown prince of crime, the notorious joker. She was determined, determined to show them all she was more than a pretty face. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. "Good afternoon..."

//Hello! Muse is a little new so pardon any out of character blurts that may arise. Judging by this it’s either Akrham universe Blackgate or normal universe Arkham Asylum. Going with Asylum. Cool to actually find a Harley! How are you?//

The murderer on the table turn his head, a toothy grin coming across his features. Oh goody another one to toy with! “Hi.” he says plainly with a tiny bit of a vocal twist at the end. He shifts a little, sighing. Being strapped to a table wasn’t exactly fun but all hell did these people take precautions… “Scared? Don’t be, can’t move.” he rolled his eyes, jerking an arm again the restraints. “You know… I’ve heard about you. Harleen Quinzel! The new fish in the pond, am I right?” he turned his head back to stare at the ceiling, dragging his tongue over his teeth, green eyes studying every inch of the room he could view. “Just like my first time.” to toy with prey is to trick prey. Make them think you’re one of them.

Harley giggled like a school girl and gently touched the space on her cheek where he pecked it. She quickly followed the Joker, humming light and happy tunes behind him. What a beautiful night this turned out to be. “Paintin the asylum red with my puddin” she sung to her own melody as she began to skip before seeing a guard. “Hey you aren’t supposed to be out of your cell. Hold it right there!” Harley turned and looked at him. “Ah Matt. Why’d it gotta be you? I kinda liked ya. Oh well! Nothin we can do about it now.” Harley shrugged before shooting him right in between the eyes and giggling.

Meanwhile, the Joker was off frolicking with his gun, shooting person after person with ease and without a second thought, easily making a path for their escape, and laughing while he does it…

Finally they made to the exit, a heap of dead bodies in their wake. They to Harley’s car and jumped in. She let the joker take the wheel and take them wherever he wanted. Harley laughed hard. “That was a hoot mistah J! I could get used to this!”

He whips around a corner, heading for his warehouse where he currently lived, abandoned and dark and dirty, but he called it home. “As can I…” he grins, laughing darkly as he drives faster, his chuckling turning into insane, howling laughter.

Harley batted her eyes and sighed. She was so in love with her puddin and so happy to start a life with him. “So mistah J, what now? How’s this whole life thing gonna work?”

“Well I’m taking you to my place, it’s dirty and damp but it’s home, aaaand… I don’t understand the second question.” he frowns, turning the car onto the back streets of Gotham.

"Well I mean I just abandoned everything I evah knew ta be with you. And I just wanna know how this life without rules. How your life works. What does it entail? What’s my part?" Harley shrugged as she looked out the window. "Ooh!" Her face lit up! "Puddin! Puddin! I’m hungry can we get some icecream!!!!!" She began to dramatically point to the ice cream shop coming up. "Pleeeeeaaaaase."

He grits his teeth, trying not to snap. “There’s a tiny gun in the back seat, grab it for me.” he instructs, forming a quick and cunning plan.

Harley quickly hands him the gun from the back without question, giddy with excitement.

He silently pulls the car over, getting out. Once she comes with him he simply walks into the shop, grinning. “Hello everyone!” he sing songs. People turn around gasp, mumbling about ‘it’s him! It’s the Joker!’. Scared out of their minds already. Whenever someone tries to get out a phone to call someone he shoots their hand, the gun practically silent. He walks up to the counter, leaning on it. “Hi.” he smiles all too pleasantly. “We just stopped by for some ice cream, kay?” he pats the man’s head. “Nothing too bad, right? Harley.” he turns to her, “What flavor?”

"Oooh!!!!!" Harley pressed her face into the glass looking at all the flavors. "I want umm…. That one!" She said pointing to a bright green and purple swirled flavor.

He nods to the guy, who quickly makes a double scoop cone and hands it to her. “Gee, thanks buddy!” Joker grins, patting him on the shoulder and at the same time driving a knife into the same shoulder. He cackles, turning on his heel and beginning to walk out. “Come Harley, we got what we wanted.”

"Mmmmm" Harley says as she puts a spoonful in her mouth. She waved to the customers who looked at her in fear as she strolled out. "Thank ya puddin!" She says once they get back in the car as she places a kiss on his cheek. "Okay, so back ta what I was sayin before. How does this new life work?"

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who’s Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he’d lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you’re fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn’t see it! Have fun with your friend!//

“Needed money… F… For the baby… Not even born yet…” he chuckles weakly, before coughing. “Couldn’t… K-keep a job… Horrible husband…” he presses his head back into the pillow weakly. “Went into a crime job… I j-just… Wanted to take care of them… Get money… Move somewhere better…” he goes silent for a moment. “I was… Talking the plan over… With the guys… Was told… She died… Electrical accident… With a… A baby bottle heater… She was testing it…” he lets out a shuddered breath, sniffling, his face showing emotional pain. “I didn’t want to do the job anymore… No point… They wouldn’t let me… Back out… Threatened me… So I went.. And… And then the Bat came… Wouldn’t let me talk… Or explain… He backed me to the edge and… I had to jump… Chemicals… They burned so much oh god they burned… So… Much…” he grits his teeth, letting out choked noises, trying to hold back tears. “B-burning… S-so much burning…”

Her heart broke and her inner psychiatrist from back in days at Arkham began to resurface. He truly was just a man wronged by the world. He had a wife. He was going to have a baby. And it was all ripped from him. He probably never truly mourned.That's when the theory hit her. Maybe he wasn't sick at all. Maybe he just was having emotional recall so badly that his body was reliving everything. The burning. The chemicals. The emotional trauma and adrenaline. Maybe it was all in his head. "Mistah J, I need ya ta listen ta me. I'm so sorry that happened. You didn't deserve that." Tears began to stream down her face. "But I need ya ta snap out of it. There's a possibility that this illness is just a mental facade from finally recalling pent up emotions. Please. Yer here with me and yer safe and I love ya. I might nevah be Jeannie, but that's okay cuz she was made for tha man ya used ta be, and I'm made for tha man ya are now." She leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. "And the baby... Oh puddin. I'm so sorry. But we can... I mean..." Hell it's as good a time as ever right? "I can't lose ya, not now, not after tha positive pregnancy test. Please mistah J."

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It’s okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

“F-felt… Dizzy… I fell…” he tries to focus, his thoughts going off track… “Fell… I fell into chemicals…” he shuts his eyes, trembling. “Jeannie… Dead…” he mumbles. Must be long shut out memories… The ones he refused to her all those years ago at Arkham…

//at a friend’s house atm im gonna be a little slow//

"Who's Jeannie?" She asks softly and worriedly. Maybe it was wrong. Using his vulnerable state to get information out of him. But she was truly worried and would do anything to keep him talking about anything. The less he talked the more likely he'd lose consciousness and die. "What all happened?" while doing this she began adding antibiotics to his cocktail to try and cure the potential brain infection he could have.

//you're fine! Take your time! I also responded to the other thread in case you didn't see it! Have fun with your friend!//

"I feel dizzy..."

"What do I look like, a doctah?" Harley said, painting her nails at the end on their couch, her thick Brooklyn accent very prominent. "Oh wait…." Harley said before laughing so hard tears streamed from blue eyes. She wiped them away as she began I catch her breath. "Come here and let Harley make ya alllllllll bettah mistah J." She patted the space next to her. She had a beaming smile as she put away her nail polish and eagerly waited to help her puddin.

"Puddin!" She ran towards his bedside. "Yer very sick. We took ovah Gotham General ta get ya some proper treatment. I need ya ta tell me everything ya remember prior ta getting sick." She ran her fingers through his hair motherly. "Everythin is gonna be okay."

He allows himself to relax at her touch, sniffling a bit from his stuffy nose and… Definitely NOT from the pain. “I… I- I can’t… I don’t remember… I…” he sniffles again, shaking.

"Hey. Look at me. It's okay. I got ya. Shhh" she takes his hand in her hands and forces him to look at her gently. "I need ya ta try. Anythin at all ya ca remember. Faces. Feelins. anything. I need ya ta try."

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