The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter fifteen

So this a bit about the softer, more seductive side of the joker. Well when it switches to Claire's point of view. I don't know if I want to make her love him too, or just her Harley personality... Who knows!

Love you all as always!

<3 Tess

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<Robin/Dick Grayson's POV>

I had received a bat signal from Bruce. He was in trouble. And I wasn't sure if I really cared. But I knew it was my duty to save him and Claire wasn't in the warehouse, so I went to help. He was at his own building. Someone had broken in. I arrived just in time to see the Joker and Claire get away.

'No! I was too late!' They spun down the street in their car and disappeared down some alley way. She was gone. Now I really didn't know how I was going to get her back. If I even could get her back. For all I knew the real Claire was locked up inside of that mind of hers while Harley and the Joker took her over.

I'd find out later, but now I had to help Bruce.

With a heavy head hanging low in defeat, I stalked through the already-bashed-in-door. There were guards everywhere, scattered all along the ground. I checked a pulse, alive. They were just knocked out.

'Okay. Where's Bruce.' I leaped into the door way leading to a stairwell. This door was bashed in too. There were even more guards here littered on each stair. One laid in front of me... Blood everywhere.

"Oh god. Oh god, who did this?" I leaned my ear to his chest... Dead. He was dead. "She couldn't have!"

"But she did." A voice grumbled. It was Bruce.

<Robin/Dick POV>

"My god, Bruce. Claire... killed someone?" I was horrified. Claire did not seem like the girl at all to be a murderer. It had to be the Joker. He had taken her over. Maybe Bruce was lying. Maybe he didn't even see the whole thing.

"No she didn't. You're lying to me. She didn't do it." I was trying to defend someone I didn't even know. Maybe she did do it... But it couldn't be her fault. She seemed upset and terrified and scared. She certainly did not act like a psychotic, brutal, homicidal killer. Not like the Joker anyway. She may not be innocent, but it couldn't be her fault.

Batman's eyes rolled to the back of his head. 'Shit he's passing out.' His knees bucked and as he went down I ran out the stairs to catch him. "God damn you, Bruce." I muttered. "Now I have to carry you to the car." I sighed and grabbed around his back and used the other hand to pull up his legs. I practically fell down the stairs myself.

"Jeez. How much have you been eating?" I said out loud to myself. At the bottom of the stairs I put him down and grabbed his arms, pretty much dragging him around all of the guards. "I really gotta work out more."

I saw the slightest smirk on Bruce's face before his lips straightened to their usual scowl. I frowned and purposely bumped him into the wall.

"Oopsies!"

No response.

"Eh. What ever." I got him outside and called the car to meet us at the door. It only responded to my and Bruce's (or Batman's) voices.

"Stop." I said calmly as the car skidded to a stop only inches from Bruce's feet. I slid open the door and picked up Bruce to plop him down on a seat. I then hopped on the driver's side and shut the door. I told the car to start up and set it on autopilot to go home; I didn't feel like driving. And Bruce was knocked out from what ever the Joker used.