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Save her!//35.

Info:The Joker and Harley Quinn are a fight with Batman, but what happens when Harley needs saving? Will Joker help her?

<<<Authors P.O.V>>>

The Joker tumbled down the alley with Harley at his heels. The sound of their shoes clicking on the ground echoed up the red brick wall of the 6 story apartments.

Harley was dressed in a red and black sequinned dress that met her curves perfectly. The Joker was also dressed to impress in his half buttoned down purple shirt. Exposing his toned chest and tattoos.

They were on the run from the club. Another business deal had not gone to plan and the place was shot up by a very furious clown. The Joker had taken a dozen shots tonight and was trying keep the nauseous feeling from overwhelming him.

Suddenly police cars screeched around the corner at the end of the alley and the Joker was forced to think of another plan. He desperately looked around, harshly grabbing onto Harley's wrist as he dragged her towards a nearby ladder, leading to the roof of the building.

Harley's heels made a clink sound as they met the strong, metal ladder. The Joker shortly followed, taking a glance every now and then at the end of the dark alley. But the cops were barely visible in the distance as their flashlights lightened up the red brick.

They finally reached the top, panting as they both let out sighs of relief. "I think we lost them." The Joker chuckled with his trademark grin as he peered down.

"No you didn't." A rough voice interrupted them from behind.

Harley jumped holding her hand on her heart as she let out giggles. "Geez, Batsy. You scared the shit out of me."

The Jokers grin stretched at the caped vigilante. He strides forward, arms outstretched to embrace the man. But he was met with a violent punch to his left cheek, sending him spinning to the ground as he cupped the bruising area.

"You always like to play it rough." He mocked pressing himself off the ground as Harley helped him stand.

"You're both coming with me." The man spoke, stepping forward with a click of the handcuffs. His eyes were dark and his lips were in a thin line. No emotion evident of his face.

"I think he's forgotten how this works Harls?" The Joker laughed with a raspy tone as he stuffed his hand into his holster. He pulled out the purple and gold plated revolver and held it steadily in his hands.

Batmans feet were planted into the ground. Before the clowns finger could pull the trigger Batman ripped out a baterang from his belt. It whizzed through the air before slicing the Jokers hand.

The gun fell to the ground with a thump as blood began to pour from his thumb. Harley gasped in shock, sprinting over to him as she examined the wound.

"Batsys not taking any shit tonight." J chuckled, swiping his hand from Harley's caring grasp.

The clown prince lunged at Batman, shoving him to the ground. His hands instinctively wrapping around his neck as he squeezed with all his strength. The armoured man growled as his armoured neck began to suffocate him with the clowns grasp.

He brought his knees up and pushed the psychopath off him with the balls of his feet. The Joker flew through the air and landed with a giggle on the hard gravel.

Harley began to feel her blood boil and lunged at Batman. Her bare fist collided with his jaw, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps.

He grabbed onto her wrist and began to drag her away from the roof. He was at the edge when Harley called out. "Puddin'!" She screeched, worry obvious on her face as her eyes pleaded for the Joker to save her.

He marched over and tapped the man on the shoulder. "Don't take what's not yours." He snapped dealing a harsh blow to the masked mans head.

His grip on Harley loosened as he tumbled backwards, with her following. One of her heels went over the edge along with Batman and soon they were both dangling from the edge of the building.

"Puddin' help me up." Harley spoke with a soft tone searching his eyes for any sign of affection, but all she saw was amusement as he stared at the man next to her. She could feel her fingers begin to slip under her weight as she desperately kicked at the wall to find a ledge.

"Save her!" Batman yelled as the clown stood between them both.

He thought of what to do.

Save Batman or save Harley.

He didn't really feel like killing Batman today. It had to be funny, not just he pushed him off the edge of the roof, no, it had to be a joke, that everyone would laugh at.

But Harley, he could live without her, he began to say to himself. His mind went numb as he saw one of her hands disappear from view, she was just being held by three fingers.

She cried out, tears blurring her vision as she began to lose hope. One finger slipped away, followed by another and then nothing. She had no other way of holding on and she felt herself begin to fall.

That was until she heard his booming voice and saw his bloodied hand reach over the ledge. He grasped onto her wrist at the last second. His warm blood rolling down her wrist.

Harley stared into his eyes, with a soft smile spreading across her lips. He pulled her up the rest of the way and she embraced him in a suffocating hug. Her muffled sobs the only noise in the late night.

Batman reached down to his belt, but was unable to find his grapple hook. He looked over to the clown couple, and frowned when he saw what the Joker was dangling.

His hook. The clown held it with a smug grin as he snaked his arm around Harley's waist, leading her from the roof.

Batman looked down. It was about a 2 or 3 story drop to the fire escape. He could make it. He let go of the ledge and landed on the metal stairs with a grunt. His knees ached as he jumped onto a nearby bin.

He frowned walking through the alley and towards the police who were still searching the area.

"They're gone."
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