Mad Love ft. Phoebe

"Mad Love"

Note: I don't own DC Comics, Batman: The Animated Series, The Joker, or Harley Quinn in any shape or form, all I own is my OC Phoebe. 

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Gotham City

7:45 pm

Commissioner Gordon walked down the hallway of the local dentist's office. It was time for his annual checkup as part of his required police physical and one thing was for sure, he, as do all of us, hate these checkups.

He opened the door to the office where his supposed dentist was busy washing his hands and going over his X-rays.

A podgy little girl with her orange-red hair tied up in a long ponytail and dressed up in a nurse's outfit stood beside him, holding a clipboard.

"Have a seat, I'll be right with you," the dentist said, putting some soap on the palm of his hand, "Phoebe, dear, get the patient set up so we can get to work."

"Yes Doctor J," she replied.

As Commissioner Gordon sat down in the large chair, he asked, "...who's the girl? One of the nurse's kids or somethin'?"

"It's Bring Your Child to Work Day," the dentist answered, scrubbing his hands.

"Makes sense," said Commissioner Gordon, "I don't mind saying that I really hate these check-ups. If it weren't part of the police physical, I wouldn't be here."

Phoebe placed a bib around the commissioner's neck and turned on the giant headlight above him.

As the dentist rinsed his hands off with water, he said, "Oh, come now commissioner. What in this miserable world is more beautiful... than a nice, big, smile?"

The dentist turned around into the light only to reveal that it wasn't a dentist, it was the Joker!

He laughed maniacally with a pair of tweezers and a pick in his hands.

Commissioner Gordon tried to leave but-

BANG!

POP!

He found himself tied around with streamers. As he struggled to get free, Commissioner Gordon turned to the door to see the culprit behind his current predicament.

It was Harley Quinn, one of the Joker's partners in crime, only instead of her usual red and black attire, she wore a nurse's outfit and carried a gun in her hand

"Naughty, naughty!" Harley taunted, "jump around like that and doctor won't give you a lollipop."

She blew the top of the gun.

"You little-VIXMF!"

Harley put a cotton ball in his mouth to shut him up and stood next to the Joker.

Phoebe was looking over the struggling Commissioner's eyes with a small flashlight.

"So, what's the prognosis doctor?" Phoebe asked, releasing her hair from its ponytail.

The Joker observed Commissioner Gordon.

"Mm-hmm," Joker hummed, "my, my. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this doesn't look good at all. I'm afraid, nurse-"

Phoebe handed him a drill, but it wasn't a regular drill a dentist would use, it was a much larger hand drill.

"-everything will have to go!"

The Joker laughed maniacally as he inched the drill closer to Commissioner Gordon.

"Guess you'll need somebody to 'fill' in for you tomorrow," joked Phoebe, "huh Uncle J?"