**COMPLETE** Diamonds and Scars (Harley Quinn & The Joker - Fanfiction)

Ruined Moment

I clapped my hands frantically at his show of entertainment. Whether or not he was trying to apologize or just give us both some fun after the shitty day we had, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he was trying to make me happy.

I grabbed my black and gold studded belt with a diamond buckle which was dangling on the sofa and fastened it around my waist. I got up from the sofa and put the empty marshmallow packet in the bin.

"Oh Mistah J?" I asked flirtatiously.

He looked over at me. "What do you want Harley...I'm busy..." he groaned, ignoring my flirting.

Wait...why was he pissed off? Several minutes ago he was just torturing that guy...Mark...yeah that guy Mark and he was happy and smiling so what would cause him to change his attitude so suddenly?

"Busy doing what?" I asked inquisitively.

"Busy thinking of a plan" Mistah J replied, looking out of the window.

I walked up to the window and saw...oh...a whole strike-force out to kill us. Well, there goes my attempt at having a nice relaxing afternoon.

"Who tha hell do they think they are? I haven't even done anythin' and neither have you! Well ok...the guy you just killed but there would be no way they would've found out...unless...oh shit..." I realized the camera he was recording with actually was being viewed as a livestream to the GCPD...someone must've altered it so it directed the footage to the police.

Which also means we're now surrounded, outnumbered and unprepared.

"What...? Harley, what have you done now!" he asked furiously, hitting me with the back of his hand.

"No-nuthin Mistah J! It was probably B-MAN! The camera footage must've been live or somethin'...somehow, I don't really understand tha technical stuff y'know" I responded nervously, stuttering my words.

"Well great, now they know where I live and will no doubt now know most of my tricks! How can I kill that stupid annoying bat if he keeps messing with everything before I get the chance!" he said angrily, throwing the television out of the window. It missed all of the cops, they just stood there and looked at it, and then directed their attention up to the window on the seventh floor where it was thrown from. "Grab a gun, looks like we've got some unwanted company" well, at least he directed a small smile towards me.

I pulled out the custom revolver from the holster which was secured around my chest. It's beautifully crafted, white handle, the rest coloured black with gold decorations. I loaded the weapon and held it firmly in my hands, putting my back towards the wall near the door. When our visitors entered, they were in for a surprise hehehe.

"Alright, the moment that door opens it's bang bang they're dead, understand? I don't care how many of them there are." Mistah J directed the order seriously.

Mistah J stood next to me, gun firmly in his hands. We would give anyone who entered a shock and a bullet to the head, that was the plan.

"I can hear footsteps" I whispered.

Footsteps, rustling, white noise. Yep, they were coming. I braced myself for the moment.

The door opened inwards, both me and Mistah J were hidden behind it. I peeked to see who it was and how many of them there were.

One looked to be a prisoner, the others seemed like GCPD officers, though I couldn't see much from such a small glimpse.

Mistah J and I emerged from behind the door and pointed our guns at them. "Ah, such a wonderful afternoon, isn't it? Great time for some unwanted company, hey...how about I put the kettle on and make you a cup of coffee?" Mistah J adjusted his grip over the trigger. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd love that, but it isn't going to happen. You've got five seconds to tell me who you are and what you're doing here before I give you all a permanent headache."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, waiting outside are about one hundred more armed military reserves. All formalities aside, I need to speak with Miss Quinn..." The military officer said, forcing us to lower our weapons.

"The deal is, you can talk to her but I will keep this gun held against your head whilst you do." Mistah J explained.

"Fine with me" the officer responded, strolling towards me with an assault rifle firmly in his hands. "Miss Quinn, you've met Selina Kyle before?" the officer asked, instructing two more officers to come in. They were holding Selina by the arms.

"Believe me, this is the first time I've been caught, quite impressive really" Selina said sarcastically, trying to free herself...but ultimately failing to do so.

"Yeah, so what?" I asked, uninterested in the lecture I was about to receive.

I crossed my arms and gave the officer a disapproving look.

"She regrets to inform you that she's been arrested for theft and presumed mutilation of several people, and I'm afraid...Miss Quinn, you and your partner here are accomplices to the crime and stand accused of murdering Maxwell and Jerome Wright." he came towards me with handcuffs and several other officers barged in to assist in arresting both me and Mistah J.

Mistah J shot a bullet out of the gun but missed and hit the wall instead, the other officers restrained both of us so we couldn't fight against them. They were actually really strong, not just normal police officers...more like tactical or military grade officers.

"You got some nerve to come up here and try and arrest or kidnap us, I applaud your commitment to your job...though unfortunately for you, it means I have to put your name on the naughty list now. And Harley doesn't give presents to naughty people on the naughty list" I said rudely.

"So what, back to prison, an asylum perhaps?" Mistah J asked, rolling his eyes with sarcasm.

"Ordinarily, I wouldn't care about criminals, we're not GCPD. We're a government based organization dedicated to detaining the criminally insane. Arkham Asylum was recently destroyed...I know you are responsible for destroying it, so for such a reason we now have to transfer you to Blackgate Penitentiary. You'll be glad to know that Blackgate has a new psychiatric facility, you'll feel right at home." "And please, don't make any sudden movements, or we'll be forced to use more advanced methods to make you comply.

"There is no way I'm goin' back to an asylum! I would rather die!" I yelled.

"Don't fight them, unlike Arkham Asylum's staff...these guards actually have methods of making us do whatever they say..." Selina looked down at her hands, they were just gloves. No sharp claws, not anymore.

Mistah J must have a plan. He always has a plan.

"Good one! In terms of joke's I must say that was a rather good one, but come on seriously you're going to regret this." Mistah J said humorously, elbowing the two guards restraining him and picking up the gun from the floor. He pointed it at the two guards and shot them. The bullets bounced off the visors on their helmets and fell onto the floor.

Shit, bullet-proof armour...Mistah J was going to regret that. The two officers punched Mistah J in the stomach and got a tight grip on his arms. Neither of us were going to escape, and they were too prepared and well-armed for us to do anything.

"Take them out of here and put them in the truck, if they try anything...kill them" the officer ordered.

We were being forcibly dragged down the stairs, through the corridors and finally thrown into the back of an armoured truck. Two of the armoured guards accompanied us in back of the truck, pointing a gun at us just to make sure we didn't try anything stupid. They chained our legs together to really strengthen the feeling of being trapped.

The doors were slammed shut.

The engine kicked in and the truck began vibrating. The truck shook and shuddered when it drove over rough terrain, nearly causing me to fall off the bench I was sitting on. The transfer to Blackgate was going to be a long and boring journey.

"The boss was very specific about you not trying to run or escape." one of the guards in the back explained, whacking me with his assault rifle. I saw Mistah J and Selina face the same punishment.

My body hunched over the bench I was sitting on until I collapsed from the concussion of the hit.

(UPDATE: Uh oh.)