I hated him.
How could he do this to me? Treat me like a rag doll...like a puppet! After everything I'd done for him, all the things I'd risked to get here.
And he throws me into the trunk of a stolen cab.
The car didn't start for a while. I could hear them all arguing, Ivy being the loudest, about what to do next. What the hell had he done with Crane?
I kicked and punched at my cage, hoping to kick the seats forward. If anything, I was very claustrophobic. Eventually I heard a car door open and slam. Footsteps against the rock. Then the trunk was popped and I leapt out before anyone had the chance to shut it again.
Joker glared at me,"Finished your tantrum?"
"Screw you," I spat.
He grinned then, advancing towards me slowly. For every step he took forward, I took one back.
"How did you do it? How did you kill Batman? Gordon must have been right there, there's no way he would have stood by and let you do it."
"A magician never reveals his secrets."
I studied him carefully. He had his hands behind his back and his head tilted ever so slightly.
"You're lying, aren't you? Batman isn't dead."
"Way to ruin the fun, Harley," he sighed, "no, Bats is very much alive. He disappeared before I got to him. But Gordon was there. He and Scarecrow were in a pre-tty heated discussion about something."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm."
"So where are they?"
"Oh, probably halfway to the city by now. Ya see, I shot the Scarecrow in the leg to buy us some time...because you know, he's really been getting on my nerves lately. I figured, since he's the weakest of the group, we could live without him. And I told Gordon that he was a gift. From a friend to a friend."
Trying to contain my anger, I questioned him calmly.
"Getting on your nerves? He's done nothing but help us, Jack, what could he possibly have done to get on your nerves?"
"He fell in love."
"Wha-what?"
"You heard me. And he thought it would be courteous to tell me all about it. Respectful. Well, I couldn't have that could I? You're mine."
Baffled, I changed the subject.
"How'd you get the mask?"
"I'm starting to feel like we're back at Arkham now, Doctor Quinzel."
"Just answer the damn question!"
"I guess he dropped it as he made off into the night like the coward he is with the body of Guy Kopski."
My face must have revealed a flicker of fear then. He recognised that I knew the name and grabbed me.
"Does it bother you, hm? That you killed the possible father of your child?"
"This child is yours," I insisted.
"Ohhhh, are you very very sure about that, Harley? Because if it's not... I don't want anything to do with it," he said darkly, pressing a hand to my abdomen. But this time, it wasn't out of love.
"How do you-"
"Know? I know everything Harley."
I whimpered and shoved him away, but he stopped me and pushed me to the ground instead. I landed on a rock and rolled onto my front, groaning in pain. Someone tried to get out of the cab.
