(Harley and Deadpool) The hit (Complete)

The Baby

Joker P.O.V

Harley left my office bawling and bruised, which usually wouldn't be different from norm but this time she actually deserved the punishment that she got. Harley had been having a fucking conniption fit because she was two months pregnant and didn't know what to do. I told her I could care less and to abort the little bastard as soon as possible before I did it myself, but she refused. She got on her knees begging and pleading saying that she can't get rid of another one, I'm not asking much of her, just to get rid of her unborn child. All she thinks about is herself and not anyone else, she dosen't think about the fact that if she has this kid I'd kill it before it was even out for ten seconds. I can't have a kid, I am the clown price of crime, Batmans arch nemesis. I don't have children, or a wife, or family, or anyone else. I have crime, jail, and insanity. Those our my defining features not prekindergarten, wise fatherly advice, and pewee soccer games. I need to get rid of Harley and the god forsaken devil baby of hers before it ruins me, or even worse, my reputation. That's the exact reason I hired the so called expert hit man Deadpoop or whatever his name is. He is considered the best of the best, at least that's what I've heard. So I gave him a large chunk of my thousands because with Harley gone I will finally have time to make more, she won't be messing up and Batman won't be catching us with as much ease. So I can make it all back with thousands. When I heard the gun shots and my henchman calling my name in sheer horror to come down I just hid behind my desk, I'm not a coward but I just don't feel like fighting right now. I never really cared about Harley but she tended to my every need so I kept her around for a little while, the while is over. but now she's gone and I have no regrets to my decision.

Deadpool P.O.V

"I'm pregnant" she said quietly, almost to her self. She kept her head held high though.
Its almost admirable.
I could tell she was scared and hiding it very well, but I could not tell if she was telling the truth. I looked down at her flat stomach and raised my eyebrows.
"Your stomach begs to differ" I said. She looked at me as if I was retarded and shook her head.
"I'm only two months dumbass".
Only one way to tell if this is true.
"Prove it" I demanded challenging and her word. She slowly got up reached for the medicine cabinet above where she was sitting.
"Hey what are you doing?" I yelled, raising my gun, and pushing it into her temple, she didn't seem to care as though she thought I would not kill her,
If this is what she think she's sadly mistaken
Only thing that could make me not kill her is proof, if she can prove shes got a bun the oven. She got out a pregnancy tester and handed it to me. They're was a plus sign on the end.
What the fuck does that mean?
"I can't read this thing" I say then she handed me the instruction box. Positive meant she was pregnant
"Wait you really are pregnant? I was gonna kill you but you have a bun in the oven and I don't really kill kids so......."  I hesitated.
"Who's paying to kill me" she asked looking up to me sadly. How did she knew you were an assassin you didn't tell yet
Or did you
"No I didn't" I said aloud. The girl was staring at us.
"How did you know I'm a hitman?" I asked my confusion probably showing. And then she reached behind me and picked up her gold card, handing it to me.
"This fell out of your pocket a couple of minutes ago" she stated, showing off.
Fucking show off
" She really is" I agreed with voice Tama she stared up at me with even more confusion glowing in her eyes how would I explain this to her. She dosen't understand, she wouldn't understand us.

Harley P.O.V

This guy was weird, even for Gothan natives. He has been talking to himself lately, more then a considered 'normal' amount. Split personalities, voices, what's this guys deal? Figures a guy like this is bound to have a mental problem or at least be off his rocker.
"So who put the hit out on me?" I asked him again as he looked at me. His mask hid his expression well but I could make out an uncomfortable smile forming under his mask. I could tell he doesn't really want to tell me, wether business reasons or just common clients courtesy. So I asked again, persisting with still no answer. I just kept asking untill he couldn't stand it anymore.
"A guy named who calls himself J, that was all the information we could get out of him." He said hesitently.