[COMPLETED] [NEW52] [BOOK1]
Harley had gotten her priorities straight and left the Joker for good!
But what if he knew something she was clueless about and Mason wasn't who she though he actually was...
What if fate will lead the two psychop...
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"That's Gagsworth A. Gagsworthy to you, skank!" He began to pull off his costume revealin' his small chubby body that was covered in white paint and his small vicious eyes that stared through your soul malevolently. He took off the sticks that were attached to his miniature legs.
"Hey! I ain't no skank you undersized dwarf!"
That piece of brown haired shit.
"So here we meet again Quinn." He smirked and waddled towards me pointin' his boney finger at my face, I scrunched it up in disgust, "Thought I was dead didn't you?"
I rolled my eyes.
"What do ya want?"
"I see we changed our hair and clothing style since I last saw you." He kept ignorin' my questions. I pursed my lips as a feelin' of discomfort overwhelmed me. I had tricked him once, I'd trick him once again. He had a pocket knife that he had whipped out and began to press against my neck lightly. I squirmed under his touch, a warm liquid beginnin' to drip down, and gulped swallowin' the lump that was in my throat. "You want to tell your beloved Mister J something? Any last words?" He cackled
The cackles were bone chillin' and as the blade kept on pressin' deeper into my flesh as I began feel the acidic taste in my mouth. My mouth opened and closed, he watched me with curious eyes enjoyin' the fact that I couldn't utter a damn word. I gagged and felt a sweet yet bitter taste come up and then I vomited. He had stumbled back his eyes widenin' each second, my hands had managed to move under the strong metal that was holdin' me to my stomach. I closed my eyes and sighed relived that he wasn't gonna harm the babies. If he would find out...he'd kill 'em.
I reopened my eyes to find his tiny eyes and the large points of blackness that covered his eye color swirlin' over and over as if they were trainin' wheels. Gulpin' I stared at him as he tried to get off my vomit off him. He was wearin' a yellow and black costume that consisted off the two colored diamonds, it had reminded me of my first costume, my red and black jester one.
"So what do we have here...Quinn...very well, very well." He smirked and waddled quickly off into the darkness.
My thoughts raced, did he know? Did he?
The air around me began to feel tight and in no millisecond he had returned in another similar outfit. I rolled my eyes and observed as his distorted face come in contact with my eyes, the ugly features he possessed were unbearable to observe.
"Does he know?" He taunted
Play it dumb!
"Who knows what?" I smiled sheepishly bitting my bottom lip along the way.
"Drop the act Quinn!" All of a sudden he had snapped and began to speed walk towards me, the maroon liquid still on his blade. His nose was pressin' up on my cheek as his rotten egg breath filled my nostrils, now the nausea was from somethin' else than my pregnancy. I gagged.
