One Bad Day

J

Harley's POV

The day came that Ivy was able to make a medication for Miatah J that could handle the extreme condition of his blood. Ivy was insistant, along with myself, that it be tested on a test subject first. There was no love lost between she and Mistah J, but she didn't want to kill him. She said even a psychopathic clown could be a father if his heart was in it.

So Mistah J had his goons bring in some guy he had beef with over his turf. So I've loaded the experimental drug PH760-9 into a hypodermic needle at the same concentration that Mistah J had in his system. Luck obviously was on this guy's side because the drug didn't kill him as it had everyone from the first test group. As a matter of fact, Mistah J had been the lone survivor of the compound, that Is until this poor guy crossed The Joker.

But he survived the drug and Ivy quickly began changing dirivitives, increasing potency, counterbalancing side effects. With my background in psychiastry, Ivy and I were always observing his behaviors. Ivy tends to think that everything my Mistah J says and does is always part of a ruse to an ellaborate plan.

But I have come to know the four distinctly opposing personalities of the Joker. I always knew which it was I was talking to. So there wasn't much point in him lying about his therapy. This was something that he truly wanted to work. So after the test subject didn't die Mistah J pulled out his favorite straight razor and gutted the guy while grinning madly in his face, savoring the life leaving the man's eyes. Then, since the drug hadn't killed the guy, Mistah J took it upon himself to inject the drug into his tracked vein.

We didn't have a clue what to  expect. We didn't know if it would require more than one injection a day. We didn't know if it would work only after building up in his system. We didn't know what side effects he might experience. We didn't know if it would be able to do the job it was created for. The only thing we did know was that Mistah J's blood would weaken it. It was actually closer to metabolizing it at a fast rate. Ivy seems certain that her mixtures were designed to be stronger than the PH760-9 in Mistah J's blood.

And that was good enough for Mistah J. The second he pulled out the needle his posture seemed to go straight. His eyes were focused on the lab floor.

"J? Is everything ok?" Ivy timidly asks.

"Ivy," he says calmly, "I need you to excuse yourself please. I need to talk to my therapist. I'm sure she will fill you in on anything that is relevant to your drug."

That was Jack. Jack was always soft spoken, polite, and thoughtful. It's Jack who the Joker was aspiring to be. It's Jack that needed to be reached through hypnosis. It was Jack that the rest protected. We already know from Mistah J's file that Jack Napier had experienced a lot of bad things in his life. I just have to get Jack to open up to me. The baby had helped him surface every now and again. Hopefully Ivy's drug can make it possible for Jack to no longer need the others.

"Jack?" I ask approaching him slowly.

He looks up at me. "I feel... stronger. I can hear the others in my head... but I feel like I have more control over them. Put me under. Now." He says jumping up and rushing to his bedroom with Johnny and I close behind.  

He lays back in the bed as Johnny restrains him. I sit next to him. He turns his head to look at me. "I just want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much I love you while I can."

I smile and stroke his cheek, " I love you no matter who you are puddin. You ready?"

He nods and takes a deep breath and stares up at the ceiling. I speak soothingly and his eyes soon close.

"Jack?" I say.

"Yes," he says softly.

"I need you to think back to when you were ten. Can you tell me why you killed your father?"

A soft chuckle quickly turns into a deep maddening cackle. "Jack didn't kill his father. Jack's never had the guts to kill anyone in his life. I killed the son of a bitch. I killed that whore of a mother of his too."

"J? Is that who I'm talking with?"

"Yesssss," he hisses and pulls against his restraints.

"You're Jack's anger. You're merciless. You have no guilt. Is that why you were the one chosen to do the deed? Tell me what made you kill Jack's father?" I carefully ask because I can see how uncomfortable J is.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Back then it was just Jack and I. He didn't create the others until later, out of necessity. So why did I kill dear old dad? He liked to drink, and when he drank he would creep into Jack's room in the middle of the night. The smell of the stale liquor sweating from his pores would be the trigger that would put me in control. He would use his tie to bind my wrists to the bed. He would...flip me over onto my stomach. He would stuff a pillow under it. Then he used to do things doctor. Unfathomable acts of incest. Things Jack couldn't endure. He had to create us to go through the situations so he could hide away safely in his head. That way the bad things weren't actually happening to him. I took the vile things that man did to our body for years. He deserved to die. I only regret that it was over too quickly," he sneers.

"Did he sexually abuse you J?"

He just stares up at the ceiling again. "I believe I just answered that question for you doctor. Or do you want to hear how it hurt? How it made me bleed? Perhaps you would like to know the dimensions of his cock? Or maybe the way his cum tasted?"

"What about Jack's mother? Why did you kill her?"

"Because she was a whore who made a hobby of dating men that liked to use Jack as a punching bag. I took every punch for him. Now that we're grown I'm basically his hit man. I take more pleasure in killing than the others."

"What purpose does Boss serve? And when did Jack create him?" I ask.

"Boss came into play when I killed the crime Lord that sent Jack on the fateful mission that turned him into the Joker. He assumed his control and took over his territory."

"What about Mistah J?"

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Miatah J is Jack's playful side. He's his happiness. He and Jack are the ones who have feelings for you doctor. It's disgusting really. You see Jack and visions of rainbows and unicorns. You be think a baby can save him. But you're forgetting something, Jack isn't alone, he has three monsters inside of his head. And it's our poisoned blood running through it's veins. Do you really think a baby can change a murderer? Do you think love can save us?"

"Yes J, I do believe that."

"You should prepare to be disappointed then doctor. Jack's a long way from being saved by your love or the child's love. In fact, you're a monster too Harley. Have you thought about that while you're busy picking out baby names?"