This can't be so

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A door is opened, the small patterning of hands against the concrete floor capture my attention, attempting to turn my head I realise I can't. Out of the corner of my eye I see Hazel, my darling precious baby Hazel.

"Hazel! Come help mommy, come on baby girl." I coo, desperate for her to understand me. Surprisingly she toddles over and starts trying to pull at the ropes. Realising the impossibility of her getting them off I sigh, irritated by Joker for trapping me in here. The door opens again and someone is thrown in before the door quickly slams again.

"Who's there?" I yell, unable to see for myself.

"Bathy!" Hazel squeals excitedly.

"Batsy?"

"Harley." It's him, it's B-man, but why isn't he doing something.

"Stand in front of me." I demand even though I am in no power to do so. There is a moment of silence before the shuffling of shoes gets closer to me.

"Bruce? Bruce Wayne? The kid who's parents got killed?" Slowly it starts to process in my head.

"You're batman?" I can't help but laugh at the thought. This rich kid wanted to get revenge on criminals because his parents were killed by one? Pathetic!

"Rich kid wanted to be something special? I hope you know you can't save this city. Gotham is a lost cause." I smirk, finally able to see how my words were manipulating his emotions.

"It's also no place to raise children, lets not even focus on the topic of how you got pregnant in the first place."

"Well Batsy, when two people love each other very much-"

"I'm talking about the chemicals you clown. He doesn't love you... Harleen."

"Don't call me that!" I scream, trying to force the ropes off me so I can beat the shit out of him!

"You still have a chance Harleen, you can have a normal life with your children."

"What? With someone like you? I love Joker and he loves me." I protest but I feel myself believing it less and less. A slight blush creeps across his cheeks.

"Can't hide now, can you!" I scoff at his rosy cheeks while part of me continues to question him. Does he really see himself with me? A billionaire with a criminal? He's crazy.

"Harleen, I can provide a proper life for those children, they can be normal. You could be with me while Joker and all of his friends get locked up." Starting to sweat I try to look around for a camera but still can't move my head enough.

"Get me out of these." I demand, frustrated with the ropes. I have an idea for the little bat but I need to see if Joker is watching us.

"Why should I?"

"Because you obviously love me and I need to check for cameras before I agree to anything." Attempting to convince him I struggle a little more.

"And I need to hold Hazel, I don't want her hurting herself on anything in here." I demand, regaining my confidence. Nodding he begins to tug at the knots until I am finally released. Hurriedly I pick up Hazel and start looking around the dimly lit room.

"No cameras." I confirm, turning back to Batsy.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to find out where all of Jokers friends are so I can turn them all in. It will have to happen all at once or they will group together to break others out." I nod but even I don't know where all of his friends are.

"There isn't much I can do bat, I don't know where they are and there is a low chance I can find out!" I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear to stop Hazel from sucking on it.

"Where is the other one?"

"Oh shit!" I yell, I know Joker doesn't care about Ace, he might try to kill him, dump him in chemicals or just neglect him.

"We need to get out of here." I demand.

"It might be good to have a plan? I think we should find Ace and you should come back with me. I can show you what love should be like." I feel myself cringing at that but I agree.

"I won't leave without my children." With my mind made up I try forcing the door open.

"Wait... Why did J put you in here?" I turn to face him.

"One of his goons did, I don't think I was meant to be put in here." Still feeling suspicious towards the chance of him getting thrown in here I go back to focusing on the door, attempting to force it open. Finally I manage to push the door open, I stumble into the hallway, Hazel still in my arms.

"Hello Pooh." Before I can register the scene in front of me I hear a familiar deafening bang of a gun.