The car screeched beneath me, away from the scene, away from her.
I fought my deepest instincts to go back for her, and kept driving. My Harley.
What would they do with her? Blackgate Prison?
Arkham?
I shuddered at the thought. Harley was tough, but Arkham was a whole new level of hell. I should know. The only thing that lessened my torture there was her, seeing her face near every day, enjoying tormenting her and pushing her to breaking point.
Well, it worked, didn't it?
When I reached Gotham City, I had passed through many emotional phases. Shock. Regret. Anger. Anger. Anger. Worry. Guilt. Anger.
Oh, I was shaking with anger. No one takes my Harley and lives. No one.
I stormed into the apartment, throwing the document down on the kitchen table.
"Joker! What's..."
"Just get these to Falcone," I ordered Riddler.
"Where's Harley?" he shot back, his green eyes burning, "what have you done with her?"
Now I could see it. Their loyalty to Harley was so genuine, so strong, they'd sooner kill me than lose her. And turn on me at the slightest sign of threat to Harley. Though, could I blame them? I'd hurt her countless times - physically and mentally. If it weren't for Ivy and Riddler, I suppose she could be dead.
"IVY!" I yelled.
She came rushing into the room.
"What! What is it?"
I noticed they were both dressed smartly, in such normal clothing. No sharp green suit for Nygma, no revealing plant-y outfit for Ivy. Normality seemed to have settled upon the household in my absence. And I, still in my purple attire, envied them.
"Her father called the cops. She made me leave. I couldn't...I mean, I wanted to-"
"So where is she?" Ivy enquired, her stance ready to fly out the door if needed.
"I don't know. Cops took her. Hold on..."
I walked through to the front room and switched on the TV for the early morning news.
"-after a dramatic turn of events in a quiet suburban neighbourhood led to the capture of Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn. Commissioner Gordon has yet to issue a statement, while Harleen is detained at Blackgate Prison."
"They won't keep her there," Riddler commented, "as soon as a judge lays eyes on her she'll be sent to Arkham."
"We can't let that happen," said Ivy.
"Well actually..."
Ivy and I looked at Riddler in shock.
"Think about it, we're already planning to get Crane back. It's killing to b-"
"Say birds and I'll snap your neck," I growled.
Nygma smirked, "I very much doubt that. Now listen, no point jumping the gun here. They'll be expecting us to go straight after her. We don't. Instead, we wait. We've already planned this out-"
"We've not accounted for rescuing two prisoners Ed, or the extra security they'll throw in once Harley's locked up there!" Ivy exclaimed.
"Ivy has a point," I mumbled.
"It can be done," Riddler insisted, his eyes serious.
The room fell silent and we all looked at one another. Old acquaintances, now friends. All thanks to Harley.
