The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter Twenty Three

Oh my gosh guys I am SO SORRY I haven't updated in a while! This chapter isn't done, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Once again I am so sorry!! I've been busy with other things and I am working on a biography and I've been studying for mid year exams and all of that fun stuff and Christmas came around and New Years too! I promise I'll update more often and finish this!! NEW YEARS RESOLUTION!! Thanks for all of the patience!!!

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<Claire's POV>

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She purred a little and spoke in a low voice. "Honey, I don't know about Dick Grayson, but I do know a lot about Bruce. I don't know if you know that I know that they are Batman and Robin," I nodded that I knew. "But Bruce always seems to be a little bit dark, if you know what I mean?"

I gave her a confused look, but I didn't say anything. I really had only met Bruce a couple of times, so I didn't know as much about him as I knew about Dick.

"Well, anyway, Bruce can be a little sinister sometimes and he gets carried away. Now I'm not saying he'd ever kill someone if you think that's what I'm saying. I just saying he's not a people person. Honey, he may have that facade on in public where he acts like such a playboy and is social and stuff, but if you noticed he never uses his real voice when he's out there. He changes to his normal one when he's Batman. You think it'd be the other way around right? But his natural voice seems to be a little dark too, and obviously if he's going to keep up that little act of his as Bruce Wayne, just the multimillionaire, then he has to sound nice. You know?"

"But why would I care about that?" I asked when she finally took a break to allow me to speak. She looked at me and played with the chipping nail polish on her nails and twirled a lock of her black hair from her head.

"Well Bruce, as I just said isn't a people person. He's always in that stupid bat cave of his. Every now and then when I can escape this place, he'll let me in and we... you know..." I held up my hand for her to stop with the squeamish stuff. She nodded and continued.

"Bruce doesn't like people. It's as simple as that. And I'm surprised he's kept Dick Grayson under his wing all of these years. It's probably just because he's his sidekick, that stupid bird. But it's just him, Alfred, and Dick in that gigantic house. You'd think it'd have more people in it." She smiled slightly and kept on playing with her hair while she looked to the ground with the smirk still on her lips.

She said, "Bruce won't want to keep you there when you get back."

I glared at her angrily. "But Dick will. Why are you trying to get me to go against them?"

"I'm not." was all she said.

"Then why would you tell me he'll just kick me out when I get out of here... If I get out of here."

"Because he will. And sweety, I doubt you'll be in here for long. You aren't a criminal." 'If only she knew the half of it.' She patted my back. "You seem like a nice girl. I wouldn't like to see you get hurt by the rich boys. I'm just warning you now." She got up and turned away from me. "I've got to go now. I need a little cat nap. See you around, hun." She twisted towards me to blow a kiss before stalking off in the direction of her room.

I sighed and slumped in my chair. Maybe she was right. I did remember thinking about how Bruce and Dick didn't seem to want me when I first arrived at their house. But I didn't really want them either. After being attacked by men and then staying with men wasn't exactly a good idea, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for a good meal and nice housing for a while.

And I had only been in the Wayne household for two days. I couldn't believe it. Two days of knowing them and I had found out they were Batman and Robin, turned into a criminal named Harley Quinn, sided with the Joker, created some messed up weapon, got beat by Batman and Robin, and ended up here. Of course a couple of days passed when I was Harley Quinn and here. It hadn't even been a week since I was released by the Joker from originally being kidnapped and I was already a mental wreck with so many secrets to hold that I was afraid I might slip out.

If these criminals found out that I had been a criminal myself, maybe they'd tried to convince me to be one of them. But I wasn't one of them. Batman didn't turn me into a criminal, the Joker did. Actually, I think some of them even sided with the Joker. Maybe he wasn't so bad, even if he did do this to me. Maybe he just wanted a friend? I didn't know, but boy he was crazy. And so was I. Would I ever get better?

"Breakfast!" I heard one of the guards call and I scampered over to the others to join them at the table with our food already set on it. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Not too bad for an asylum. Actually, most of the food has been pretty good here. Surprisingly.