One Bad Day

Regrouping

Harley's POV

I did just as Mistah J said, I waited for the gunshots to stop and got out. It took me a while to make it back to the house. I lurked in the shadows expecting there to be trouble. It was around midnight when I got back. I could hear various moans and screams as I turned the knob. My heart skipped a beat.

Guns were pointed at me immediately, cocked, aimed, ready to fire. My eyes immediately find Frost in the room. He looks surprised. "Stand down! It's boss's lady," he says authoritively as someone crudely digs a bullet out of his arm.

The living room looked like a civil war hospital. There were bloody people everywhere. They were holding wounds or helping restrain others as bullets were unlodged from them. But I didn't see my Mistah J anywhere among them. My heart sank in my chest.

"What happened?! Where's Mistah J?!" I ask quickly going over to Frost biting down on a belt as another goon jerked and twisted trying to get a bullet out with hemostats.

"It was Gordon," he says taking the belt from his mouth, 'They got J. He surrendered," he says trying to ignore his pain. "You ok? You didn't get shot did you?" He asks as his eyes scan me over quickly.

"No I'm fine, Mistah J shoved me into the airducts," I say.

"They'll be taking him to Arkham I'm sure. We'll make a move as soon as we hear from J," he nods.

"No! No we can't sit around and wait! You don't know what they do to him at Arkham!" I shout as my mind starts seeing him on a table after shock therapy. It would wipe his energy out completely and his thinking would get fuzzy. For a brief minute he would be rendered completely helpless. It just takes a second if someone wanted to act against him.

"Yes I do," he says, "I want to go after him just as much as you do. But J's strong, he'll contact me when he's ready to make a move. I know this must be stressful for you, but please try to be calm. If something happens to you, J will have my head."

"But what if he has no way to contact you Johnny?!" I panic.

"Mr. J isn't one to not find a way Harley. He's resourceful. He's smart. You know that," he again tries to reassure me. "Just...go upstairs and try to get some rest."

"Try to get some rest?!" I shout defiantly. "How am I supposed to rest?!"

"Calm down Harley," he puts a hand up. "You need to remain calm, for the... situation," he says, his eyes glancing down at my stomach.

"Situation? Situation?!! It's not a situation Johnny! It's a..."

"Harley," he quickly cuts me off, "I think it's best if you don't say anymore. Please go upstairs. When the situation changes you'll be the first to know."

I roll my eyes and head upstairs. Mistah J's file is still scattered around the floor. I sit down in the middle of the pages. I might as well use this opportunity to team more of it. My fingers pick up a child protective services record.

"Following removal of the minor child, Jack Napier, from his mother, Marta Napier, the child was placed at Gotham orphanage. During psychiatrist evaluation the child was found to be agitated. He expressed anger towards his mother for remarrying. The child's step father is under investigation for a broken arm the child sustained.

The mother was also interviewed about the incident. She cites that the child slipped in the bathroom and received a broken bone from the impact on the edge of the bath tub. The mother also believes that the child is deeply troubled and would benefit more if she relinquishes custody to the state.

Upon physical examination of the child the doctor asked the child if any sexual abuse was going on in the home. The boy refused to answer. Psychiatrist evaluation has yet to make any progress in this area.

A tear rolled down my cheek. His mother threw him away? I didn't blame him for killing her. But why had he killed his father? I'm flipping through pages looking for the answer when there's a knock at the door. I look up and see Johnny with his arm bandaged.

"J called," he sighs, "he says he wants to stay a few days."

"He wants to stay?! Stay in Arkham?!" I shout suddenly feeling angry.

"He says he has his reasons. He asked if you were ok. He told me to take care of things for now. He wants a doctor to be brought to you, an OB/GYN," he says calmly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why in the world would Mistah J wanted to stay in the asylum? It made no sense. "Bullshit! I'm not leaving him in there," I say getting up quickly.

Johnny grabs my arms, "Yes. You will. He has his reasons Harley, just leave it at that. I don't want to have to lock you in this room, but I will if I have to. I already have permission to do so," he looks at me sternly.

"He told you to lock me up?" I ask shoving him off me.

He nods, "Yes, but only if I have to. I would prefer not to. Ok?"

I sigh in defeat. What could I do? Mistah J had given the order. Nobody ever questions his orders. And if they aren't followed, there will be hell to pay.