Mommy Harley!

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I'm aware the pictures don't always match up, but their mainly there just to set the mood for the story or give a picture of what they look like. I don't comment on Harley's always changing hair.
Anyways, back to the story!

Harley was frozen for a few seconds as she stared at him, thinking that he would eventually disappear or fade away. But he still sat there, smiling.

"YOU!" She finally yelled, stumbling back. Her back collided with the door, shutting it.

Joker tapped his foot as he watched her panic, his smirk never leaving his face. "So, Harley girl, how have you been?" He asked as he slowly stood up.

The situation wrapped around Harley's head, and she immediately stood up. The handle of her gun was poking out from under her pillow. She looked at Joker, who was stepping forward.

"I have to say, I admire your thoughts on a good home. An amusement park, nice and comfortable." He mused.

"How did you get here?" Harley finally stuttered, pressing against the wall.

"Through the front door. How else?" Joker smirked. He then looked at the wall, where the pictures were displayed.

"Where'd you get those lovely girls, Harley? Don't they look familiar to you?" He asked.

Anger started building up in Harley's system at the mention of her kids. "Listen, you bastard. You will not touch those girls." She snapped, stepping towards her bed.

Joker chuckled, and ran his finger down one of the pictures. "Oh, Harley girl. Haven't you learned by now? I can touch anything I want."

By then, Harley was close enough that she jumped forward and grabbed her gun. She held it out, her fingers clutching the trigger.

"Leave right now, or I will shoot." She snarled.

Joker calmly turned around, still smiling. "You couldn't shoot me, Harley. I made you, remember?"

He took a step forward. Harley tried to stay strong, but couldn't help taking a small shaky step back.

"I gave you that lovely complexion. I gave you that sense of freedom from sanity. I gave you wonderful experiences..."

By then, he was directly in front of her. Harley's hands shook as the front of the gun touched his chest.

"And I gave you those five little things sleeping in their beds."

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Pam rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her bed. Switching her lamp on, she crept down the hallway to the bathroom. She drank too much water before bedtime, so she had to go. When she was done, she opened the door again to head back to her room. She was about to head back when she paused. She heard...voices coming from her mom's room. Turning around, she slowly tip toed to the room at the end of the hallway.

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Harley barely had a chance to react before Joker ripped the gun out of her hands and trapped her wrists with his hand. She gasped as he pulled her against him, his mouth practically touching her ear.

"I know you still love me, Harley girl. You've just forgotten how attached I can get to a toy. Well, I'm bringing you back along with my five lovely little monsters. We'll all be one happy family." He snarled.

Harley felt her heart stop. If her girls were subjected to what she went through, they wouldn't survive. He'd kill them and would probably just shrug it off.

"What do you say, doll?" Joker whispered, smirking when he felt her shutter.

She was about to tell him where he could stick it when there was a small knock on her door.

"Mommy? Is someone in there with you?" Pam's small voice said from the other side.

Harley gasped and looked at the Joker, who was know smiling.

"Is that one of my little angels? Maybe I should go introduce myself."

"No!" Harley shrieked, grabbing the man by his purple jacket. "Leave her alone!" Joker looked back and his eyes bore right into hers.

He growled. "I don't care how long it takes, I will turn you back into that crying helpless whore you used to be. And those angels will help uphold the family honor. You'll still be there as their mother, but they'll also have me as a father."

His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. Harley gave a small squeak as his face was now mere inches away from hers.

"You have now idea how much I wanted to hurt you when I first found out. I wanted to wring your neck, punch your teeth out, and strap you to my bed where you would be constantly reminded of your mistakes. But thankfully, I realized it wouldn't help matters. My girls will need a mother for when I can't be around."

My girls...

Harley felt something snap inside her, and she held a gaze with the Joker. "Those are not your girls. They know nothing about you, and I will not let you destroy them."

Joker broke out into a grin. "That's where you're wrong, Harley girl. You belong to me. You never stopped being my property. That makes those girls mine. And I don't plan on destroying them. I'm just going to mold those beautifully innocent minds into ones free of order and sense...like mine."

His free hand wrapped around her neck, bringing her face even closer.

"Exactly like me."
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Okay, so this is where the chapter stops, but I will make another one.

This note is for Marvelgirl4life, who reminded me that this story was unfinished. I would like to thank her for that and ask if she has any ideas on how to move the story further, because I'm going through a little writers block. Do they get taken by Joker, or do they get away? Or does only Harley get taken, and the girls get away? Or vise versa? I was just wondering if you had any ideas, because I could use some help (I'll gladly give you credit when it's due)

Thanks,
Harley64Quinn