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Let me help you //1.

Info: Joker and Harley are in a fight with Batman and The Joker leaves with injuries. Of course Harley is there to help.--
<<<H.Q POV>>>

I swung my bat repeatedly at stupid bat-brain! He has stopped me and Mr.J in yet another perfect scheme! He always has to ruin the fun, he's such a party-pooper!

I managed to knock him right in the jaw causing him to stumble backwards a couple of feet. Mr.J grabs me by the wrist as B-Man is distracted and takes off down the street.

I stumble down the alley, my heels getting stuck in between the stone. I look back over my shoulder to see no sign of the caped man. My lips curl into a grin, showing off my pearly whites.

"Come on, Frost is around the corner." I hear J whisper slowing down his pace as we reached the side of the red brick building.

"There." I say pointing to the black van parked at the end of the alley. J pulls me along and knocks on the back window.

The car lights turn on and the engine starts, the back door swings open as one of the henchmen helps me in with J following.

"You're hurt.." I say trailing off watching as my Puddin' hisses in pain holding his shoulder as he sits down. He slowly shuts his eyes and opens them to glare at me.

"I'll be fine." He says coldly pulling his hand away from the wound to see it coated in a thick dark red liquid.

I gasp in shock my hand reaching my mouth. He too looks shocked but quickly wipes it off on his Arkham sweatpants.

The van pulls out onto the street as I sit beside J, the henchman on the opposite side and Frost driving. I slowly remove his jacket hoping he would allow it. Surprisingly he lets me continue.

The purple trench coat falls to the ground in a bloody heap. Mr.J leans forward as I inspect the wound, resting his head on his palms.

It looked painful. There was a large, deep cut on his shoulder blade, slightly to the bottom right of his neck. I knew it had to be stitched up but I have no tools here.

"Is it bad?" I hear him mumble. Looking at me over his shoulder.

I bite my lip nodding my head slowly. "I'll have to put stitches in it." I state touching around it. I hear him growl as my hand reaches closer to the cut. Looking to the henchman who doesn't seem to be paying much attention I ask, "Could I have some water please?"

He slowly looks at me nodding his head. Grabbing onto a clear plastic bottle from his bag he hands it to me. I smile softly as a thanks and lean back again.

I look down at J and hold the water in my hand. "Ready?" I ask preparing to pour the clear liquid onto his skin.

He narrows his eyes and balls his fists. "Just hurry up." He snaps making me nod.

One drop falls onto his porcelain skin, rolling down his shoulder and falling into the wound. I see him flinch and start to add more droplets.
Suddenly the car hits a bump in the road and a huge splash of water lands on the cut. I shriek but he's already growing angrier by the second.

"Watch the fucking road Frost!" He barks causing me and the other henchmen to jump.

Jonny nods. "Sorry boss, it won't happen again boss."

I hope we get home quickly so I can stitch this up fast. I can't stand a moody Joker..

Finishing up with the water I pat it down with a piece of cloth I found in a bag. I feel the van slowly pull to a stop and hear the front door open. Letting out a sigh of relief I head for the back door. The next second I see Frosts serious face greeting me at the back. I grin at him receiving nothing but a grunt.

I hop out with the other henchman and look back at J. He slowly walks towards me and steps out. He starts swaying a bit but Jonny leans in and supports him with his shoulder. I think he's losing a lot of blood.

I quickly skip up to the door of our club and grab the keys from my purse. I unlock the door holding it open as Frost walks in carrying an almost unconscious clown. He stumbles through the door at first but quickly regains his balance as he sets Mr.J on a couch.

"Mr.J?" I whisper shaking him a bit to wake him up. He slowly opens his eyes and groans like a teenager not wanting to get up in the morning.

"Frost can you get me some alcohol and the First Aid kit please?" I ask sitting beside my Puddin' and running my hand through his hair.

Frost runs away and comes back with the two items in his hand. I take out some cloth from the kit and begin to wipe around he cut. Then I put some of the alcohol on the white cloth.

"Puddin' this is just gonna hurt a bit." I say gingerly dabbing the wound with the fabric. He starts to moan and tense up.

"There, now I just need to stitch it up." I say pretty happy with myself for getting this far without him snapping at me.

"Do it properly this time Harls, last time it looked like a blind 3 year old did it." Guess I spoke too soon.

I sigh and take the needle and thread out of the box. I spray a cold numbing liquid around the wound before starting to stitch it up. He doesn't seem to mind at first, but I'm not quite good at stitching and it takes a pretty long time.

"I would like to be alive by the end of this Harley." He growls grinding his teeth together and squeezing his eyes shut as I went to finish it off.

I roll my eyes at him, luckily he couldn't see. "You're so impatient you know that?"

I hear him chuckle slightly but then go back to gasping. "There, all done!" I giggle jumping up and doing a little victory dance on the spot.

He slowly goes into a sitting position. Looking back down to where he lay his eyes widened in shock. The whole white leather couch had been transformed to a dark red colour.

He looked back up at me narrowing his eyes. "Why didn't you put towels down?! Now we have to buy a new one!" He shouted angrily standing up.

I notice the strain in his face. "Ok, Frost will handle that. Why don't we get you to bed?" I suggest going closer and letting him lean on my shoulder.

He yawns but shakes his head. "No, we have to open the club tonight.." His sentence ends with another yawn.

I giggle and roll my eyes at him. "Come Mr.J, you're going to bed." I say firmly leading him to the stairs and towards our bedroom. He reluctantly enters the room, as soon as he saw our bed his eye lids dropped and he landed on his stomach on the black satan sheets.

"Puddin'?" I whisper coming over to him. I hear a snore leave his mouth. I smile softly at him. He looks so peaceful. You wouldn't think for one second that he was a murderous clown. Well, I wouldn't think it for one second.

I slowly pull the sheets over his body, being careful to avoid his bandage covered stitches. "Goodnight Mr.J, I love you." I gently whisper before exiting the room.
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