Joke's On Us

Plan Gone Wrong:Harley pov

Boom! The bomb went off and smoke was all around. I fired the first shot and one by one people dropped like dominos. "Where's the safe?" I said in a low voice to the man behind the counter.

"I I please don't hurt me."

"Where's the fucking safe?" I asked again.

The shaking man handed me a key and a card. "A-around the corner and through the first office and use the key to get in the back door. Uh I the card has the code. "

"Aw thanks mistah. I bet you thought I was gonna kill you?" He looked relieved then.

"Y-yeah actually. "

"Don't thank me yet. You thought right." I shot him. Joker patted my shoulder and we moved on. "I'll go change. You get the money." I said to Joker.

"Will do."

I headed to the van and changed into dark jeans, brown ankle boots, and a dark blue button up. I let my hair down and readjusted my makeup so I looked tanner, more normal. Ten minutes later, I got the text. It's time.

I hopped out of the van and walked across the street and turned two corners back to the bank. I started walking down the sidewalk when I felt an arm around my neck and a gun to my head. It was P. "Help!" I fake screamed. The rest of the boys started piling out, holding bags of money. As if on cue a dark figure appeared a few feet away. He wore a bat mask and a black cape. Batman was here.

"Let the girl go." His voice was rough and deep. I almost laughed.

"Why should I do that?"

"She didn't do anything to you."

"Yeah!" I chimed in. I "tried" pulling away. P dug the gun deeper.

"Just kidding!" P said loudly.

"Wha-" Batman started but Joker began clapping his hands together behind Batman.

"The famous Batsy boy." Joker said while putting a hand on Batman's shoulder.

"Who are you?" Batman inquired.

"That's my Puddin!" I said proudly.

"I don't see anything particularly special about you Mr. Batman." Joker was mocking him now, deepening his voice. "You see, I was hired to kill you and I do my jobs perfectly."

"It was a scam."

"Look who caught on." I said laughing.

"You don't have to do this, Joker. Yes I do know who you are and I know Quinn. You're not the guy people say you are." Joker rolled his eyes at that. "You don't want to kill."

"That's a fine attempt at trying to save your own ass but I'm afraid you're dead wrong, Bat. I'll kill anything. Just watch." And out of nowhere, so unexpected I heard the shot. Then I felt the bullet. I cried out. I heard a thousand more shots and I glimpsed Batman flying up to a roof, getting away. Flying? Was he flying? Before I could process what had happened I passed out. Died.

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At least I thought I died. Maybe I was dead. Everything was black around me. I was too weak to move. I smelled something burning but I heard nothing, saw nothing. I opened my mouth to speak but I only choked on the air around me. Gradually I felt my fingers move and then my toes and soon I was able to sit up. I was sitting on a bed. I swung my feet on the ground. It was carpet. I felt the clothes on me. I was in soft clothes, pants and a long sleeve shirt. I felt dizzy all of a sudden and fell backwards on the bed.

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I saw his face. White and pure. I saw his smile and his green hair and tattoos. I saw him pointing a gun at someone, me. I saw him pull the trigger and then the whole scene changed. He was craddling me in bed. He was kissing me. He was dancing with me. He was laughing with me, rolling his neck. He was giving me shock therapy, hitting me, kissing me, throwing me, laughing. I saw the gun again and I saw him laugh.

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I woke up in a hospital. An IV was attached to my arm and blankets covered me. I looked around. I was in my own room. My stomach ached. I looked on the table next to me. A single rose sat there in a vase with a card. I'm sorry it had to end this way -J. What? Then it all came back to me. He shot me. He shot me and Batman got away. Hell no. He was not just letting me go and was not getting away with this. I sat up and ripped the IV out of my arm.

I found sweats in the bathroom and once I changed I surprisingly snuck past the doctors and nurses easily. Where the hell was I?

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I took a bus back to Arkham. When I got to our apartment/ house no one was there. Nothing was there. He vanished. I couldn't help it. I cried. I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and bawled my eyes out. I was hopelessly in love with a psychotic asshole.