Monster

Mooney

"Henry...Joker....?"
"Harley. What would you do to help me?"
"Anything! Anything, yes. Please. I wanna help." I was eager. I'd always had feelings for him...moreso at that time, I didn't perceive him as a monster. He was a pained man. He needed me to help him, and of course I would. I'd do anything for this man, I was infatuated with him to say the least. Some would say I was head over heels.
"I need a machine gun."
"A machine gun? I don't know...I just got my job. I studied for this, I-"
          " Don't you wanna help, don't you care about me? This would be the best for both of us...I know you have feeling for me." He laughed at this, as if my emotions towards him were funny.
           "I do care...yes."
           "And if you help, we'd be together. Isn't that nice?" I smiled a bit, pursing my lips, nearly in tears. I wanted him, I needed him. He was my drug, I lusted for him.
"How did this happen...what....who hurt you?"
"Why is it always about being victim?Harley...is much rather be a monster than a rat. Go get me that machine gun, we'll need it."

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Nothing would ever be the same again. I was throwing my entire life's hard work away. And for what? Love? Very foolish of me. At least I had self-realization, despite being naive and altogether stupid. I'd left Arkham earlier after a promise made-to bring Joker his weapon and a group of men to break into Gotham. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, or where I would go to start...but that was it. Fish Mooney.
I walked long and hard to find her club, it wasn't far but street dwellers refused to give me directions. I found the blasted place eventually. I opened the doors, greeted by a security official.
"Have an invitation?"
"I've got a lot of money. Is that enough to ask for a favor?"
"Follow me." He invited me inside, locking the doors behind me. The lighting was dim, but this place looked extravagant. It was almost empty, and I could tell who she was when I saw her. Mooney. A thin, short-haired women with onyx-like skin. She was beautiful, but not one to mess with. Noticing me she turned to face me and her security guard. I felt awkward, Fish looking me up and down, twirling her fingers which flaunted large and expensive rings.
"Hm, harmless. Just a scared little girl. Thanks Butch, I'll take it from here." Butch I imagine was the security guard. He headed back towards the entrance and I was left within Mooney's vision. "Have a seat. What's it you're looking here for? You don't look like no criminal."
"It's my...friend. He needs a machine gun and a few men to help me." Her eyes widened in surprise, she gulped her champagne down and looked back at me.
"And what on earth would all that be for?" I looked to my feet, taking of my glasses and wiping my tears. "Great, here come the water works. Honey what are ya doing down here? You're a cute girl, seem smart, for a friend? Is he your boyfriend?" I nodded.
"Something like that...I guess you'd need to know everything if I ask for help. He killed a lot of people three days ago, but he was such a good friend of mine before. He isn't bad, I know Arkham treats patients terribly. He's a good man he's just lost on the head."
"By any chance would this man be...The Joker?" I nodded again. She took a deep breath. "I don't like where this is going but...I guess I can pull some strings. Normally I wouldn't do this. But what he did that night...set off a war in Gotham. He has potential in the crime world, hell I wouldn't mess with him. He can do something for us all. I guess he did do me a favor by killing a buncha my no good enemies. But how much are we talkin'?"
"Oh, all I have is about one hundred thousand. It's my whole life savings, but, here." I took all the cash out of my purse and put it on the table. I don't think she realized I had this much, but I had to do what I had to do.
"Okay...when do we start?"