One Bad Day

A Change In Plans

Harley's POV

We arrived at the airport by limo where Mistah J's private jet was stored. He had only used it a few times because business rarely  gives him the opportunity to leave Gotham. It wasn't an easy task to keep his reign of the underworld. He was in a constant battle to maintain  control over his territories. There was no shortage of criminals that thought they might catch the Joker slipping. They were like thorns in his side. Mistah J didn't like giving away his time or efforts to anyone  but Batsy. Occasionally he would call on some that owed him favors. Sometimes he liked to help them out just so he could have the power of an owed favor over them.

When we went through customs the agents found the drug Ivy created, with several hypodermic needles. They took Mistah J into a private  room to question him. Thankfully his disguise as Jack Napier was flawless. They couldn't tell his passport was a complete fake, but  they saw the track marks on his arms and automatically took him for a common drug addict. I tried to explain to them that I was his therapist and that the medication wasn't a narcotic. But we had no official paperwork for the drug so they confiscated it. We we're lucky we weren't taken into custody.

Mistah J had anticipated having troubles trying to travel. Luckily he had men he paid a pretty penny to look the other way. But apparently  he didn't pay enough to smuggle an unheard of drug. Now Mistah J's worried that the Joker will come back in full force while we're in Hawaii. Without any of his security goons with us he fears he might hurt me. But I have faith in his love for the baby and I, even if he himself questions it. I believe in him even if he can't believe in himself. I know he's stronger than he thinks he is. He has the strongest will of anyone I've ever met and I know that he won't harm us. It's our honeymoon and it will be perfect.

I board the jet while Mistah J gives final orders to Johnny on the runway outside of the jet. No sooner than I sat down in my seat I felt cold steel press into my temple.

"If you make one move I will splatter your brains all over this plane," says a low voice and I can tell they mean business. I slightly raise my hands and freeze completely.

"Im not moving," I say, "but you're making a very bad mistake. Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I do, you're the Clowns new bride. I was actually at your wedding. I was rather surprised that Joker would make such a public display of his only weakness. But  then, he always has loved an audience."

"W-what do you want?" I ask with a shaky voice.

But before the guy could answer Mistah J was stepping through the  jets door. It took him only a fraction of a millisecond to pull his gun, cock it, and aim it at the guy behind me.

The guy gives a menacing chuckle, "You might have the drop on me J, but I will pull this trigger as that bullet pierces my brain. If I go down your beautiful wife goes with me, and with her, your precious heir."

Mistah J quickly uncocks his gun. He holds both hands up with a agitated growl. He slowly bends over and places his gun on the floor of the plane. His eyes narrow at the man, "Tell me Zasz, who's paying you to do this? I'll pay you double to put the gun down and walk away with your life."

"That's tempting J, but I'm afraid that the Riddler's deal is much sweeter than any monetary value you can offer me. The Riddler is going to give me a large section of your territory after you help him kill the bat. And with it I will gain five times the power I currently have."

"HAHAHA! And you honestly think I'm just going to throw my hands up and surrender?" Mistah J  emphatically shrugs. "AhhHaHaHa! Do you think that the Riddler can control me like a puppet? Gotham is my city. No one will take it from me."

The guy moves his gun from my temple with a chuckle. "You know J, two days ago I would have believed you. You were untouchable. You had nothing that anyone could use as leverage against you. But you made the biggest mistake a man of your status can make. You exposed a weakness. This beauty here," he says throwing his arm around my shoulders, "and to make it even sweeter she's going to have your child. So now you will obey any command given to you, won't you?" Then I feel his wet tongue lick up the side of my cheek with a laugh. He pulls me to my feet and aims his gun at my Mistah J. "Now I'm going to walk off this plane with your wife. If you  want to see her alive again you'll meet The Riddler at his warehouse in the Narrows at noon tomorrow." He starts pushing me down the asile.

Mistah J looks at me with defeat. I could see the fear in his eyes. Then  he looks at the guy shoving  me. "You have no idea how much I'm going to make you suffer Zsasz if you hurt her. You will be begging me to ki ll you."

"Not as long as I have the only thing that matters to you," he confidently huffs. "I'll be seeing you soon J." And he pushes me down the planes stairs and to a waiting SUV. He  shoves me in and the driver quickly speeds off.

I turn and look out the back window. Mistah J topples to his knees with his head hung and gun in his hand. I knew he would come for me, but it wouldn't be easy. I also knew that the Riddler needed me alive, but that didn't mean he wouldn't torture me and try to break my mind. For the first time in a really long time, I  was afraid.