One Bad Day

Weak

Joker's POV

I sit alone in my office, slumped behind my desk. My eyes scan across my blueprints to my next grand exhibit to lure in the bat. Such elaborate detail and impeccable timing. Perhaps my greatest work ever. But I can't even think about that. All I can think about is...a baby.

"You know, maybe having a baby could be good. It's half us and half Harley. The kid will be both damaged and rotten. HeHeHe. Imagine what a prodigy it would be."

"No! No a child means you gotta take care of it. You have to love it. Love don't live here anymore."

"Your enemies would just use the child against you."

"Got it got it got it," I mutter and shake my head. I think the drugs are kicking in. My fingers can't stop tracing the edges of things. My eyes are starting to feel a little bit wider.

My pet Hyena's, Bud and Lou lie sleeping on either side of me. Their feet twitch as they dream. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Thanks Quinn.

"Come on, let's just kill her."

I can't kill her though. I've come close plenty of times but something always stopped me. Some nagging twinge of something that could be misconstrued as caring. Something made me think that I had to protect her. She was my property after all, she belonged to me. She was my favorite toy. And I just couldn't seem to outgrow her so I could throw her away.

Harley was... like a wonderful work of art that I had created. She made me feel proud, not of her, of myself of course. She was a symbol that proved my belief, everyone is crazy on the inside. EVERYONE can turn into a killer.

And now my creation is with child. I snarl and slam my bloody fist down on my desk. I had foolishly thought that PH760-9 had properties that would affect reproduction. All of my studies into it suggested it would. Well it hadn't. And to make this seem even worse, I only slept with her once.

That's right, once. My insatiable appetite for destruction tends to override my sex drive. Sex seems so boring and it involves too many confusing feelings. Then when it's over it's over, but girls like to linger and cuddle and be all obnoxious when you get dressed and leave. Who needs the drama?

But she got to me. She...broke me. Broke me by teasing me at every corner. She made herself so deliciously desirable but teasingly unavailable. And it...Drove. Me. Wild. Yet I remained strong and always kept my wits about me. It wasn't easy but I lasted several months.

I didn't share a bed with her, mostly because I never sleep. But when I do it's just safer to be alone. Nightmares tend to make me do violent things in my sleep, like shredding my goose down pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets, or stabbing my mattress. But she picked the lock on my bedroom door one night as I slept. She woke me up pulling the covers off me. I reacted reflexively and sprang up, grabbed her, and threw her down on my bed with a knife to her throat. She giggled and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a thing.

The succubus seduced me. She broke my will. I didn't even try to hurt her, I was...gentle. I took my time. I let my senses go free. It was different from any other sexual performance I had given. I felt all control just drop. It was as if nothing existed but the moment.

That night I slept. I slept so soundly. There were no dreams, no nightmares, no business interruptions, no one knocking at the door. I probably haven't slept that well since I was plain old Jack. But when I woke up with Harley's hair splashed across my chest, I knew I had made a horrible mistake. This amount of closeness was just an invitation to my enemies. It would give them ammo against me.

So I shoved her off me and made her get out. Since then I've remained distant. I've pushed her away. I've kept her at a comfortable distance. But today she comes at me with a suspicion of being pregnant. I almost killed her right then and there. But I stopped on the off chance that it was a false alarm. Well, that didn't work out to be true.

Now here I am, with my world getting spider cracks and ready to shatter. I'm torn in so many directions that I'm paralyzed. I don't know what to do. I have lost... control.

There's a knock at the door. "What?!" I shout.

The door opens and I see Frost coming in. "Boss, I was wondering if we could talk?"

"Johnny, old boy, there's nothing to talk about," I say busying my hands with papers to give the illusion of being busy.

"Boss, she's having your child..."

"No. No, we don't know that yet, accidents happen all the time. HaHaHa," I smile.

"Boss, it's your child. Yours. Your property," he states.

Oh I see what he's doing here. He knows that I do anything for what belongs to me. I hadn't looked at this baby that way, and I don't really want to.

"Any child of mine becomes a target and you know it," I say carelessly, still fumbling through papers.

"It's also an heir J. Do you think you're going to live forever?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I look up a second and shrug, "Maybe."

He rests his palms on my desk. "See that blood on your hand? See the scars all over you? You aren't imortal. One day someone is going to kill you and then everything you've built will plunder. There will be no one to take control and you will be forgotten."

Forgotten? Damn him for associating this child with one of my fears. "Think you're real smart, don'tcha?" I glare at him with a sarcastic smirk.

"She's devoted to you boss, you and only you. And she will be devoted to the child."

His face blurs a moment and comes back into focus. I blink my eyes. The drugs were definitely working. Either that or I'm going soft because now I'm starting to think about this kid differently. I did need an heir. Without one my legacy would die and be forgotten.

But ensuring the birth of this heir is the hard part. If my enemies find out Harley will become their number one target. She would be on a priority kill list. And with her, this child.

I growl and look up at Frost. "We're gonna need more security."

Frost faintly smiles and nods, "Yes Boss."

"So I guess now I'm supposed to go talk to Harley hum?" I ask with a droll look.

"She's in her room sir," Johnny says just before leaving, shutting the door.