#2 Harley Quinn/ Batsy, Batsy, Batsy

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"He works for the FBI Harley dear." The Joker said makin' me slowly process his words.

"No you're wrong! He is Mason Macabre!" I shouted feelin' the tears start ta burn at the sides of my eyes.

I didn't let em slip, that idiot had seen me weak way too many times!

"Sorry to break the news to ya like this Harls but the truth is the truth HAHAHAHAHAAAHAH!"

At least he didn't call me Harleen no more...

"Ya know puddin'..." I trailed off thinkin' of whatta say next but no words came outta my mouth.

He grimaced, mischief in his green mesmerizing eyes.

"He had you on pins an needles the second you saw him, and as you know nobody gets the luck of using my things..." He smirked clickin' his tongue taunting' me.

It was his thing...

Don'tcha miss jay like crazy? Let's play! Let's play! Let's play! I wanna play!

Come on Harleen be rational here, he is tryna to manipulate you like he always does.

"You're so stupid Harley Quinn, first fallin' for me and now that guy...um what's his name again..no don't tell me...Mayonnaise..Mayonnaise Macaroni? HAHA!"

"Mason Macabre..." I said in a low tone. The voices in my head were back..I've always had them when I was around him...

HAHAHAHA C'mon Harls wasn't that funny?!! Why aren't ya laughin'?!!!

He is makin' fun of your boyfriend what a jerk!

"Wadya say again sweets? I can't hear youuu!" He taunted as I felt my eyes roll outta consciousness.

I heard a sharp sound as I fell onto the cold ground ma head against the floor with a loud 'thud!'

"Pooh Batsy is here to always ruin the fun! HAHAHIHIAHAH!!!" He shouted darkly slowly takin' out two rifles from the back if his pockets. The floor felt moist and rusty against my left cheek.

Gun shots were heard makin' me crawl on the floor under everything that was happenin'. My ears had already gotten used to that sound.

"Get outta here Harley!" B-man shouted

I heard Mistah Jay squeal in pain as he dropped one of his old riffles. There was blood comin' from Jay's rights hand, he was still skillful with his left...

C'mon Harls help Mistah Jay and shoot B-man! HAHA!

Harleen you're more clever than that...just do as you were told and get outta here!

"Oh shut up would you!" I shouted placing my hands over my head and started spinnin' round. The blood was finally comin' back from my head and rotating around my cold body.

I felt both gazes at me after I had shouted at myself but I guess they thought I was talkin' to em. Instantly I grabbed the riffle of the floor and pointed it at Bats.

"You ain't givin' me orders Bat Brat!" I licked my lips and pointed the gun at b-man's chest as he raised his hands up in surrender. I pulled the trigger and moved the gun down so it pointed to his legs.

"Harley!" I heard him squirm as he fell to his knees.

"I knew you would come to your senses Harls!" I heard Mistah J smile and walk my way.

"Oh no nuttin' like that Mistah J..." I trailed off droppin' the gun and with a clean strike I hit his upper jaw makin' him chuckle and step backwards his right bloody hand softly strokin' the place where I had hit him. "Next time I'm aiming for the nose!" I laughed but suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. He shot me!

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