One Bad Day

Meant To Be

Joker's POV

I felt like I was slowly being...erased. Reworked, reprogrammed, morphed, neutered, and obliterated... Yet, I felt like I was doing what needed to be done. It wasn't just about the baby anymore. Now, it too, was about Jack. Maybe if I just allow him to get what he needs a part of me will still survive somewhere inside of him. However, if I don't, well Jack can kiss this lifestyle goodbye. That would be a shame, after all the time and effort I put into my empire. Not to mention blood, my blood. It was a dangerous job, but somebody's gotta do it.

I couldn't deny Jack's desire to leave this life, all of it behind, for the good of the child. Since cutting back on the Thorazine, I can feel as he does now. However, I'm not as gullible to think that we can actually leave it all behind and walk away. Nobody walks away, at least not alive. It wouldn't be as easy as Jack turning into me. It's not like I can get rid of white skin and green hair to look like someone other than the Joker. Yes, I'm a master of disguise, but I know who I see when I look in the mirror, and it wasn't Jack. It could never be Jack again. That much I'm certain of.

And I know that this child, my child, will have no choice but live in this empire of mine. If it's to be a son, the day will come that he will want to be in the business. It was too much power for any young man not to want. And if I allow him to get involved I may very well be there to witness him die. Maybe it would be an explosion, or a well placed bullet, perhaps a high-speed getaway crash, or even a knife, but I'm almost certain that this life would inevitably kill him. The Joker wouldn't care, but Jack does, and he's getting stronger every day.

I roll over onto my side facing Harley. I can't deny her beauty or her intelligence. But I'm not the only murderer in this house. Is she even capable of being a parent? Should I be trying to get into her head at all of her innermost secrets? Did she require therapy too? Or would I be proud at the mother she will make? Honestly, I might have made her a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. Let's face it, her obsession with me is a bit unhealthy. But hey, maybe that's love. That's neither here nor there for me to say.

But she damn sure did look good standing next to me. I suppose, for The Joker, she's the perfect trophy wife that'll kill when she needs. Thats the kind of woman I belong with. Isn't it? I can see the buldge of her stomach under the covers. This is my flesh and blood, even though it is Jack's too. And Harley belonged to me, just as much as she did to Jack.

I sigh and get out of the bed. I cross my room to the door and start down the hall. I go down to the basement and past my torture room and to my...stolen property doesn't sound very good, let's call it my trophy room. I go in. With my index finger I start reading over labels on boxes. I move a few and read a few more until I find the box I was looking for. Women's rings. I pull the box off the shelf and sit it on the floor and open it. I smile when I'm met with about fifty pounds of prescious stones and metals staring me in the face. I start searching through them. I have an idea of what I want, I just have to filter through all this to find something that fits what I'm looking for.

Eventually I come across a ring that I think is just about perfect. I smile at the purple diamond on it. How do I know it's a diamond? Because I don't waste my time with amethysts. I stick the ring in my pocket and go back to my room. I stand in the middle of the room, suddenly frozen on that spot. I can only stand here and stare. My mind is suddenly quite torn and confused. Theres suddenly an unsettled feeling in my stomach, a feeling that I know is coming from Jack. Oh! I bet I know that feeling, it's nervousness! Nervousness?

Nervousness? That's ridiculous. Thanks a bunch for that right now Jack. I take a deep breath and force my feet to move forward. I approach Harley's side of the bed and sit next to her. I reach out and shake her shoulder, "Harley, wake up."

"Puddin, is everything ok?" She asks, sitting up and wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"I... I need to ask you something."

"Ok," she nods.

"Harley?..." I pause with Jack's feeble emotions trying to get to the surface. "Harley I was wondering if..." Shit, the words just wouldn't come out right. "Harley you know how when...when two people..."

"Is everything ok?" She again asks.

"Yes, everything is just fine... I... I just..." I had no fucking clue what to say. So what does one do when they can't speak? They must rely upon actions to convey their thoughts. So I retrieve the ring from my pocket. As I do I'm dropping to one knee. I bring the ring up and Harley immediately sees it. Her eyes get as big as saucers and her mouth drops open. Her hand goes to her chest.

"Oh my God Mistah J!! Are you asking me to marry you?"

I can only manage a nod as I take her hand and slide the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, as if it was meant to be... Maybe it was. Harley looks at me with big tears falling from her eyes. She hugs me, sobbing into my neck.

"I take it you accept?" I whisper in her ear and inhale her hair deeply.

"Yes!!!" She screams, "Yes! Yes! A million times yes!! Oh I love you so much!!"

I smile brightly, looks like I'm getting married