What happens when a Gotham city psychiatrist is assigned to a murderous,'insane' patient?
Most of the characters in this story is all property of DC.
I only made up the story :)
Highest rank: 7 on random
#wattys2017
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Harley Quinn "Puddin' you certainly took me home!"I laughed breathless as we lay on the bed .
"I missed you baby"Mistah J smiled kissing my neck.
"Puddin'?"I smiled at him.
"Yeah baby".
"How's b-man and Gotham"I laughed I missed the times me and Mistah J tormented them.
"I don't know,shall we go and find out?".
"Let's do it"I smiled.
We got changed into our clothes,it felt great to carry my bat around.It still had blood on it and I smiled and swung it around and watched the blood drip onto the floor.
I walked out of our room and saw Mistah J in his office talking to the goons.I pushed the door open and swung my bat around and so some of the blood dripped onto the goons.
I laughed as I watched their faces screw up and they wiped the blood off of their clothes.
"Harley,ready?"Mistah J spoke and smiled as he walked up to the goons and slapped them softly on the cheek.
"Come on boys we're gonna find Batsy"he smiled.
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We soon arrived at the heart of Gotham,people were rushing to get to places and children were playing games on their way home from school.
We climbed out of our car after going through the plan one last time.
"Right we're set boss"the goons spoke putting their guns up ready to shoot.
"Alrighty!Lets get the party started!"I laughed swinging the door open.
"Step right up!"Mistah J shouted grinning as he held up a box with a bow ontop.
"Step right up and claim your prize!"he shouted again.
"All ya gotta do is swing the hammer down on the high striker and hit the top to win this magnificent prize!".
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People began to gather around thinking we were some kind of circus recruits trying to get money.We were dressed in clown outfits,people began trying but failed.
"Ah nice try!"Mistah J laughed.
"Ya wanna go?"I asked a man who got his money out and put into Mistah J's hat.
He swung the hammer down at it hit the top he smirked and threw the hammer on the ground.
"Where's my prize?"he smiled.
"Here ya go sir"I smiled passing him the present.
"What is it?"he asked shaking the box around and putting his ear against it.
"Ya gonna have to open it!Lets just say you're gonna have a blast!"I laughed and Mistah J joined.
We watched him closely as he ripped the wrapping paper off of the box.
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"What is it?"he asked as he inspected the box.
"Well ya have to open the rest of it!"Mistah J spoke annoyed that he was taking so long.
He opened the box and his smile dropped.
"So tell everyone what ya got!"I laughed.
"Is..is that a b-bomb?"he stuttered sweat pouring from his head.
"Well we wanted to end the party with a little BANG!"Mistah J laughed and I joined him our laughs startling everyone as people stood back and started running.
*Beep beep beep beep*
"Oh looks like time is running out!"we laughed and watched as the man went to put it on the floor.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you!If you put it down it will blow up!".
He made a squeak before tears poured from his eyes and he nodded and slowly stood back up still holding onto the present.
We heard a gun shot behind us and turned around seeing B-man beating up the goons.
"Joker,Harley!"he growled pushing the goons to the floor.
"Ahh Bats!Glad you could join the party!"Mistah J laughed.
"Stop this!".
"Oh Bats our friend here is having a lot of fun don't ruin the party!"I smiled putting my hand over the guys shoulder.
The guy quivered under my touch and I smirked as Batsy tensed.
*beep beep beep beep*
It went off again,ain't it supposed to blow up by now?
"Ahhhh never can rely on someone to do a job for you.Ya gotta do everything yourself!"Mistah J spoke.
"Luckily I have a back up!"Mistah J smiled pulling out a remote.