My Dad, the Joker (A Batman fanfic)

Chapter 33 (Harley's POV)

I was held up in Arkham Asylum for the 16th year and I had been in there since Harmony had turned two years old; I had been caught helping Mistah J in a heist to help us get a bit more money, but because they thought me as insane, they threw me in here. It was the day I was going to be let out because of my good behaviour. 

Both puddin' and myself knew that once I was out, I would go back to the way I was before entering Arkham. I also had very good persuasive techniques, if ya get what I mean? *wink wink*. So I used those skills in getting me out of that horrible place.

I knew that the day I was getting released was the day before Harmony's 18th birthday. I had asked Jack (Joker to you lot out there) to give Harmony a very special locket that had been passed down in my family on her 18th, and I really wanted to be there when it was given to her. 

I was being escorted out by two nice guards toward the exit; we had already passed all the security and everybody knew I was leaving that day. We were turning a corner to where the sign in desk was, when we were passing 2 guards who were watching a small TV. On the TV looked to be an old TV show of some kind, but the guards were hardly watching it as they busy chatting. 

One topic that they were talking about was that Batman killed Joker. At first, I was like 'that can't be true. My puddin' can't be killed. He's too powerful and too amazing.' But, the 60 second news that came on the TV confirmed it. 

I...I don't know what happened. One minute they were alive and the next, they all had broken necks, lying dead. I had decided to use my gymnastic skills, I think, to hide from the 2 that were escorting me back to my cell as they knew something to do with Joker would turn my mind insane again. They looked so helpless. I almost felt sorry for them before I jumped down on top of them and broke their necks. 

The other 2 heard the commotion, and I had done the same to them; I laughed, "Take that, ya assholes!" 

I did the thing I tended to do in serious situations like this; I ran for it. The guards on the outside still thought I was being released today, and boy were they in for a shock when they came inside. But, I had to get to Gotham. My little girl needed me. It may take me at least a week to get there, but I need to be there for her. 

(Author's note: surprise, I bet you didn't think I would involve a Harley POV chapter; well, it is just a quick one)