Created by Mr J(ON HOLD)

03

"I'm telling you, we need to throw her in the acid. It will work!"

"Don't be stupid, she's dead! Thats not going to work!"

"Why wont that stupid witch whore fix her?! She owes me!"

"She said she needs time!"

"She's had time! 10 Weeks of time!"

"She's dead! What do you expect?! A little poof of fairy dust and she's fixed?!"

"She's a witch! Of course I expect that! She sure is going to get it when she comes back."

"She killed herself! Give her a break! Dump her in the acid if you want, create a new her. Surely she won't remember anything from her previous life!"

"She damaged my property."

"She damaged herself!"

"Fine, get that witch and tell her to hurry up."

"Yes puddin'." 

Watching over the lifeless body of Andrea, Joker adjusts strands of hair. A grey face starting to cave in, pale lips still chapped, dead eyes staring into nothing. A hollow exterior of the girl she used to be. Joker is going to create something new of her. A recreation of the darker parts of her mind. Its time to let her soak in the acid as the enchantress brings her back.

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"She's ready."

"Good, bring her out."

"Is this a good idea?"

"She will become one of us and that is all we need from her for now."

"We don't need her!"

"Stop being jealous, get over yourself."

"Jesus, she weighs less than a feather!"

"She's dead what do you expect?"

Heaving her lifeless body through to a tub full of acid, the enchantress standing over it. Joker and Harley Quinn place her gently in the tub as to not splash acid and destroy the house. Speaking an ancient language enchantress places her hands on Andreas chest. Speaking speeding up and a strange energy in the room. Andrea suddenly gasps for air, sitting up and beginning to freak out. Grasping at shoulders and holding her still enchantress continues to chant. Without warning Andrea falls weak in her arms. Dragging her out of the tub and laying her on the ground shaking spastically. Her face going from grey to bleached white, eyes moving again developing a glassy glow before they close, chest rising from its caved in state and beginning to heave with her breath. She's not complete just yet. She needs a certain something, her signature and Joker knows exactly what that is.