The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter sixteen

Hey everyone. So I haven't updated as quickly as I usually do. School's holding me up so I think ill only update maybe once or twice a week. I'm going for Sundays and Wednesdays. I'm sorry about it!

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Love you all

<3 Tess

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<Claire/Harley Quinn's POV>

As we walked to the room I noticed things were completely out of place. Toys were tossed on the ground, papers and boxes were everywhere. When we reached the idea room, almost all of the blueprints were missing. And the most important one was gone. The one with our machine.

"So um... I'm assuming you know someone's been here?" I more stated than asked him.

"I'm quite aware, but Miss Quinn, I really don't care." How could he not care? Someone invaded his home... Well our home. The only home I had. And he didn't care one bit. I found that a bit odd.

"Well okay... But two questions... One. How do you know this person won't come back? And two how the hell are we going to build that machine without bloody blueprints?!" I rubbed my hand on his back while waiting for an answer. I was utterly confused on what to do and why he wasn't mad.

"Ah Harley, Harley, Harley, my dear!" 'Oh god. Is this going to be a lecture?' He grinned almost sarcastically and I didn't know why. His dark eyes flickered with flames of devious intentions. He turned around to face me, sitting me down on the table and standing in front of me.

'Yup... This is so going to be a lecture.'

"Alright dearie, first of all, people do not go check the same place twice for criminals. It's just common sense."

'Sure they don't.'

"They know we aren't here so why bother looking again? Who ever was here could see that we had left... It probably looked like we rushed out or something leaving everything behind to flee, but of course I don't flee! I'm one to stand my own ground and fight. So there's no chance of this person coming back, you can count on it!" He took a huge breath in and continued on. "And as for our little plan... Well we are just in luck because guess who has a photographic memory?" I stared at him with envy as he waited for am answer. "DING. DING. DING. ME!!" He laughed and pointed to himself. "I know you probably wanted the diagram to look at to put it together, but you're just going to have to listen to me rant on and on and on on what to do and won't that be lovely? I mean, I do have quite the lovely voice don't I?"

I huffed and blew a piece of hair out of my face. As I was smoothing my dress I thought, 'this is going to be a long one.'

"Oh that reminds me of this one time when I raided a theater! Oh what a joy it was. I had just-"

All I did was nod and smile. I wasn't in a listening mood. I was in a let's-go-back-to-sleep-because-I'm-flipping-exhausted-so-shut-the-hell-up-mood.

<Dick/Robin's POV>

I sauntered off to my room after my workout routine to take a shower and think of how I was going to approach Bruce. I turned on the shower faucet and let the water heat up before stripping and stepping into steam.

I squirted some shampoo into my hand before rubbing it into my dark, thick hair, rinsing it out after. Time for body wash.

'I think...' I didn't know what I thought. I just knew I wanted to get Claire out of the Joker's grasp... But she needed help, help I couldn't fully give to her. I was no psychiatrist, she needed someone better than me.