It was rare that Joker slept and when he did, it was never a deep sleep. Heâd never even made it out of his office that night, and he had been there for only a few hours when that incessant, high-pitched crying began. Up until this point, he had shaken Harley awake and demanded that she take care of it. Judging from the silence coming from the next room, it seemed that he would have to do it again, but after abandoning his desk and the tiny bomb heâd been wiring with the upmost care, he made a left when he reached the hallway instead of a right.Â
There was already a henchman hovering outside the door, too petrified to go inside. Jonny Frost was the only other person who was allowed to touch Lucy. No one else dared to try. He immediately backed up when he saw Joker, his eyes wide with fear.Â
In less than two strides he had reached the side of the crib where Lucy wailed. Bending his arm over the railing, he leaned down and pressed a finger very lightly against her mouth. âShhh.âÂ
She waited, for what she wasnât sure, but Harley lay still, her back against the bed as her chest rose and fell with each breath. The silence was almost too much to bear and it had only been seconds since sheâd awakened. She wanted to scream, to hit something, anything. She just needed an outlet for all that she was feeling right now. She needed Lucy.
A couple of still moments passed and it was clear that whatever it was she was hoping would come, wouldnât. So her body shifted to the side in response, finally awake enough to go after it on her own. Then, her feet fell from the bed and Harley, slowly, made her way to the door.
Well, she tried. Only to stop in her tracks again when the long hallway showed a guard outside of Lucyâs room. The sight was enough to have Harleyâs heart pounding against her chest. Where was Lucy? Had something happened? She was seconds away from running toward Jokerâs office when that the guardâs pointed finger aimed at Lucyâs door, almost as if to answer her silent questions. Almost as if to tell her to go inside. She didnât ask what that had meant, didnât wait for the guard to explain-- quietly, afraid of what she might find inside Harley walked straight to the door and pushed it in enough to catch sight of what was going on in the other side. Joker.
It was a sight Harley hadnât seen before, one she might not have caught if the timing wasnât right. Joker watching over Lucy. He was leaning down towards her! Harleyâs heart began to pound against her again, this time lacking the anxiousness that came with it, âWould ya look at thatâ she called from the door, just before stepping in and shutting it behind her. âYa finally got her to stop crying. How long did it take ya?â Her voice low.
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