One Bad Day

Waking

Harley's POV

(Dreaming)
"I'm a Prince, and you will be my Princess."

"You will obey me."

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"I'm not a patient man."

"Oh, come to daddy."

"I hit you because you fail me."

"I find a darkness in your beauty."

"Get rid of it."

"I love you."

"No one is allowed to ever touch you again but me."

I awaken with a gasp. My eyes shoot open and I realize that I was only dreaming. I'm in a large room and its dim. I'm not in Riddler's warehouse anymore, but where am I? I quickly run my hand down my stomach to where I had been cut. There's a bandage there now. I feel all over my stomach, I was still pregnant. At least, it still feels like I am. Oh thank God! The baby is still alive! But where am I?

I hear a soft beeping and notice machines next to me. Things like you would see at a hospital. Ok, that makes sense, but this room didn't look like a hospital room. At least not one I've ever seen before. It looked more like a ritzy hotel room. Like one of those five star joints. Then I turn my head the other way. I saw my Mistah J. He was asleep sitting in a chair with his head rested on the bed next to me as he held my hand.

I take my free hand and run it across his head. I can hear him draw in a breath and move. He raises his head and his eyes meet mine. He quickly jumps up, the chair he was in toppled over onto the floor. His hands cup my face a bit roughly, but I know that he wasn't meaning to be rough.

"Oh baby," he says and presses his lips to mine hard. "I thought I would lose you both."

"The baby is ok, right? I don't feel it moving," I ask a little worried.

"Yes," he smiles, "the baby is perfectly fine. It's sleeping is all. They sedated you, so you could get better. But everything is fine now," he kisses my hand and strokes my hair off my cheeks.

"I knew you would come for me Mistah J," I smile. But then I remembered what Zsasz had done to me. How my Mistah J would have found me. I didn't want him to have to find me that way.

"Yes. You know I'd do anything for you," he smiles, but I can see the pain in his eyes as he looks at me.

He leans over my ear and whispers in it, "Don't you worry about Zsasz and Riddler. Daddy's going to make them pay for what they did to you."

I wondered why he was whispering but then the door opened and a man walked in. I couldn't see his face right away because of the dim lighting. But as he approached my bed I recognized him. Everyone in Gotham knew who he was. He was Bruce Wayne. But why was Bruce Wayne here? Did I miss something?

"Uh, why is Bruce Wayne here?" I ask my puddin.

Mistah J smiles, "Well..."

"I'm Batman," Bruce Wayne speaks.

"Yeah right," I chuckle, "And I'm the Queen of England."

"No my dear, he is Batman," Mistah J nods.

"Seriously? A spoiled rich brat like Bruce Wayne?"

"Be nice Harls, he helped save your life," Mistah J says to me.

"Batman helped you save my life?" I ask feeling extremely confused.

"Yes, he did."

There was silence in the room for a minute as I looked back and forth between the two of them. "Wow, how long was I out? The two of you, nemesis', arch enemies, teamed up to rescue me?"

"Yes," Bruce Wayne humbly smiles, "In fact, you're at Wayne Manor."

"I am?" I ask because it was the last place I was expecting to wake up at.

"Oh yeah," Mistah J nods, "just until you can be moved. Doc says you need to stay in bed a few weeks."

"How are you feeling now that you're awake Harley?" Wayne asks me.

"Hungry."

"Well thats a very good sign," he smiles, "I'll go have Alfred make something for you and bring it up," he says and turns to leave.

"Oh, Bats," I say and he turns to look at me, "Thankyou for everything you've done."

He only nods and leaves the room. Then I'm alone with my puddin again. He looked exhausted. Poor Mistah J, I can only imagine how worried about me he must have been. I know finding me like he did must have looked pretty awful. I probably looked dead. I think I almost was.

"So you and Bats are friends now?" I ask.

"I don't know if we're friends, but he did help me when I came to him to ask," he tells me.

"You actually came to Batman for help?" I honestly still couldn't believe it.

"I knew I wasn't in the right frame mind to successfully do anything. I was counting on Bats scaring Riddler's men into submission, that way if I blundered something maybe the shock of him being there could help. Hoewever, he was the one who planned most of your rescue. And everything worked out, and here you are. Safe."

Then we enjoy a comfortable silence. Mistah J just looks me over and strokes my cheek. But I can't help but see the strain on his face. I think I know what's on his mind.

"Harls..." he finally speaks, "As much as I don't want to know...I need you to tell me what happened. Who touched you?"

Tears fill my eyes and I can't look at his face that was already full of so much pain. "It was Zsasz," I  whisper.

I hear him growl. He quickly pushes himself away from me and starts destroying the room. I  try to get him to stop but I can't. He just keeps yelling and destroying everything in his path. He is about to start in on the machines that I was hooked to when Bats rushed in and grabbed him from behind.

"Joker stop. Harley needs those machines. Just calm down."

"Calm down?! My wife was raped!!" He thrashes against Bats trying to get away from him, but Bats' grip on him was too strong. Not that Mistah J stopped trying right away. But eventually anger turned into tears and he began to sag in Bats' arms, sobbing and broken.

"They'll pay for what they've done Joker. I promise," He says and cautiously lets Mistah J go.

Alfred enters the room with a drink in his hand and handkerchief draped over his wrist. He nudges them both toward Mistah J. "I know these are trying times for you sir, but you just destroyed a number of priceless items."

Mistah J grabs the drink and slams it. He takes a deep breath and straightens his hair. Then he straightens his clothes. He stands very straight and looks embarrassed about his outburst. "Excuse me please," he says and rushes out of the room.

Bats turns to me, "He stopped taking his experimental antipsychotic. He felt Jack wasn't strong enough to handle getting you back."

"You have to give him 100ccs of Thorazine. It'll calm him down without making him sleep."

"D-did you say a hundred?" Alfred checks.

"Yes, its because of his blood..."

"Yes, I know about his condition," Alfred nods, "but that's enough Thorazine to knock out an entire wing at Arkham."

"Well to knock out my Mistah J, you need about 300 to 500ccs, depending on how mad he is. Would you please check on him? I'm afraid he might have self destructive tendencies right now, he doesn't need to be left unwatched, especially if he isn't medicating himself anymore."

"I'll go," Bruce says turning to leave, "would you mind straightening this up Alfred?"

"Of course Master Bruce."