Joker & Harley Quinn, The Final Fight

The Man In The Purple Suit

An: this chapter is going to be told by Olivia. Also anything in Italics is what Olivia is thinking. Enjoy!

Olivia walked home from work that day with a frown and a look of worry. Joker had escaped and had been missing for months. Harley was no where to be seen. There was a tiny flicker of a thought that lived in the back of Olivia's head. Although it was the smallest in her brain, it effected her the most.

What if Harley is dead.... What if Joker killed her...

She wished she had never fought with Harley. There were so many possible explanations as to what happened to her. So many that even Olivia's big brain couldn't process.

Too many possibilities...

She walked up the front steps to find the door unlocked. A sudden rush of panic filled her insides. Olivia lived with her sister Megan. Although Megan was a pain in the neck and was normally quite mean, Olivia still cared about her. The two were sisters after all. She rushed inside shutting and locking the door behind her.

"Megan... where are you?!?" She called.

Olivia quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor. She checked every room hastily. Olivia ran back to the first floor. She ran into the kitchen and stopped short, nearly vomiting at the scene in front of her. Blood covered the floor and a note was left on the table.
It read:

Olivia,

I know our past is no fairly tale, unless you want to call me the antagonist, but I wanted to thank you for letting me use the perfect decoy for my plan. Oh and don't mind looking for her, she is probably gone by now. If you call the police or the bat.... I will kill you. If you are really that desperate to know if your sister is dead or not, come to the park at 10 O'clock tonight.

Kisses,

Mr. J

Olivia dropped the note with shaking hands. She knew it was only time before he came after her or her family. She stared down at the blood beneath her feet as tears formed in her eyes. She tried to avoid stepping in it as she slowly backed out of the kitchen. A tear rolled down her face as she held her breath. A look of fear and disturbance came over her. She knew that if she tried to get help, Joker would stop at nothing  to make sure she and her sister were dead. Olivia's hands shook as she slowly walked up the stairs. She grabbed the railing and stopped for a minute to balance herself.

"Okay... it's-it's going to be okay..." She took a deep breath. Her hands stopped shaking, her face changed to a look of determination, and her balance was restored. She ran up the stairs and into her room. Olivia picked up her miniature black back pack and filled it with a tape recorder, supplies for stab wounds, supplies for bullet wounds, a silent pistol, and some other medical supplies. She needed to be prepared for the worst. Olivia changed into a black hoodie, blue jeans, and black sneakers that were easy to run in. She slipped on her back pack and head out for a quick dinner before she would meet the man.

Later that night...

Olivia walked through the park and sat on the bench closest to the exit. She sat and waited for the man to show up. After what seemed to be hours, a women Olivia had never seen before dressed in a red and black jumpsuit walked through the gates. A man in a fedora and a purple suit followed. They walked towards her.

"Hello... I felt it only fair that you know this... your sister is dead. Time of death 9:32. Cause of death... me!" He cackled psychotically.

"How could you.... she was the only family I had left." Olivia felt tears roll down her face.

"Like I said before.. she was my decoy, worked perfectly thank you for that." Only his maniacal grin could be seen underneath the shadow of his hat. The woman looked at the man in the purple suit as if she was asking him for permission to do something through her eyes. He nodded.

"Well. If you miss your sister so much, why don't you join her!!!" The woman yelled as she hit her over the head.

That was the last thing that Olivia could remember before she was unconscious. Now she felt cold. Wherever she was was dark and frigid. There was this lingering feeling of sadness and loneliness. She woke with a start. Now she lay on the ground of park. The cold hard sidewalk. Without her sister, the women in red and black, or the man in the purple suit. Then she remembered, "I still have the recording" she smiled and stood up, grabbing her back pack and making her way home.