The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter eleven

Okay so sorry my spelling has been so bad. I use an iPad. Also, I know this chapter is super short, but it's very needed.

Love ya!

<3 Tess

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I knew for a fact I was going to be sore tomorrow after all that weight lifting. We did rear squats, bench press, bicep curls, pull ups, forward and lateral lunges, front raises, side raises, tricep dips, and something called reverse hypers. Those were wicked weird. Oh, I forgot. We also did about ten minutes to fifteen worth of jump roping. I was going to be very, VERY sore tomorrow, but Dick said we had to do some weight lifting every day. He also had me punch and kick a punching bag... That was actually kind of fun.

Now I was downstairs in one of the living rooms, because apparently the Wayne's had four of them. 'I never fully realized just how rich Bruce really was until know... You know for someone so creepy and stuck up, he doesn't match his tv personality at all.' I leaned my head back on the edge of the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table, shoes off of course.

'People think he's all suave and professional and charming and gorgeous and friendly... I don't really see it... Like at all.' I clicked on the power to the huge flat screen tv in front of me and flickered through the channels until I found some new show that was maybe worth watching. 'Eh, oh well.' I thought. 'At least Mr. Dick Grayson is kind enough.'

I sat and stared at the tv screen watching about some new development in cancer cures and some scientists and doctors talking about it. 'Boring.'

But as soon as the thought entered my ming "breaking news" flashed across the screen and switched to live footage of the... of... of the Joker. He robbed a bank or something. Typical. But seeing that face made me tremble in fear. Then as if sensing my my fear there was a close up of his face, his bright red grin stretched all the way across my face, and as he stared I felt my own lips form a smile involuntarily.

"Well hello, Claire, my dear." He let out that hair raising laugh of his.

'How... how did he do that?' I shook uncontrollably and felt a laughing fit coming on. "Do what, dearie?" His cackle was heard on the tv.

I screeched bloody murder and curled into a tight ball knees to chest, gripping my knees as tight as I could with my nails digging into the jeans I had changed back into after taking a second shower.

"No! NO NO NO NO NO! This can't be happening! I can't be!" My voice pitched higher and higher with each work spoken. "AHAHAHAHAHA!" My lips opened to a great smile, my white teeth clacking together after each loud bought of laughter.

I saw Batman and Robin on the screen chasing after the Joker. 'Wheres Dick and Bruce?' My mind wandered as terror took over.

"What the devil?" I heard as Alfred came running into the room with a sudden halt as he saw me rocking back and fourth on the couch, mentally breaking down completely. "GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMN HEAD!" I shrieked.

"Oh dear." Alfred wandered over to the couch unsure on what to do. "Miss Watson, you must calm down!" I barely even heard him.

'Oh, Claire.' I heard the Joker in my head. 'Go away! GO AWAY!' 'Be a dear and come help daddy, would you?' 'NO!' 'Do it or I'll kill your dear Wayne family.' 'No! Please, please don't hurt them!' 'Then you better come help me, dearie.' 'Yes, daddy.' The last word had a sting to it. 'Don't you talk to me in that tone! COME HERE!' He roared.

Still laughing, I uncurled my body and stood up, arms and head hanging low. 'I'm on my way.'

"Miss Watson?" I walked to the front door of the manor. "Miss Watson, where are you going?" I looked at Alfred with bloodshot eyes and a devious smile. I was going mad. "Miss... Watson?"

"Your Miz Watson isn't at the phone right now, but if you'd like to leave a message, don't call me!" I laughed hysterically, almost identical to the Joker's and stepped out the door and into the pathway to the gate.

"Oh my word, I must call Master Bruce at once!" I heard him exclaim and pull out a phone. I didn't bother to turn back, but instead ran where the Joker directed me. He had taken me over. I wasn't me anymore. There were two Jokers in town. And I think I would call myself... Harley Quinn.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know that's not how Harley Quinn becomes Harley Quinn, and it's the wrong person, wrong hair color, wrong back story and everything. But I thought it would make a good plot twist to the story, so I'm sticking with it. So just ignore the fact that it actually isn't even the character Harley Quinn at all, I'm just using the same name and the same personality, like how she says 'puddin' all the time.

Don't kill me for it! Please!!

Thanks,

<3 Tess