When Jerome Meets Harley

Chapter 10.

Sorry for the delay, guys! Been busy adulting lol. Also I just noticed this story is #565 in Jerome Valeska! Enjoy! Also WARNING this chapter is very dark.

I put my shoes on and Red noticed immediately. ''What are you doing?'' She asked.

''Red, it's been fun, but I have to go find Kitty.'' I said.

''Why?'' She asked, confused.

''For some reason she seems to think J is going after Brucey boy and I don't think that's the case. I just want to ease her mind. She is my friend after all. She helped me.'' I explained. ''Don't worry ya pretty little head though, Red. I'll be back!'' I said, noticing Red's sad look.

''Just be careful out there, Harley. You don't know if Jerome is looking for you or not and also it's Gotham, which means criminals lerking in every nook and cranny.'' She said, worriedly.

''I'll be fine!'' I said. ''Besides, I got this.'' I said. Pulling out an old mallet I found in the warehouse while I browsed.

She crossed her arms over her chest. ''Do you even know how to use that thing?'' She asked.

''Yup! You hit em, then bam, boom, bang. They're down for the count!'' I said, giggling.

''You're insane.'' She laughed.

''I prefer enhanced personality.'' I snickered. I gave Red a kiss on the cheek which caused her to blush, I winked and then skipped out of there.

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As I roamed down the streets of Gotham, blissfully ignorant and humming show tunes, I wasn't even aware of the guy following me the whole time.

That was until he grabbed me and yanked me by the pigtail into a dark alleyway. I pushed him off and swung my mallet, missing and hitting the bricks of the building. Again, he yanked me. This time, to the hard and cold ground. I screamed and swung my mallet every which way, still holding onto it tightly with my right hand, while my left was scratching at his face. He held down my hands until finally I overpowered him and raised my right hand hard and swung the mallet directly into the side of his head. I closed my eyes as this happened.

Then suddenly I felt a wetness on my face and his body went limp on top of mine. I opened my eyes and saw his lifeless eyes staring back at me. I yelped and struggled to push his dead weight off of me. But finally did. I wiped at my face and saw a candy apple red color on my hand. That's strange, I don't remember wearing red makeup today. It took me a minute to realize it was that man's blood. All over my face.

I screamed, cried, laughed. I didn't know what to feel.

Then I heard a slow sinister clap along with a laugh that chilled me to the bone.

''I'm impressed, Dollface. Ya killed that guy. With a mallet of all things.'' J said. ''4 stars. And I'm only giving you 4 because you cried and closed your pretty eyes while bashing his head.''

''Your grading me on my murder?'' I asked.

He laughed, loudly. ''Well duh!'' He said, as if that was the craziest question he'd ever been asked before.

''I just took a life. How could you be so vile?!'' I yelled. Turning to walk away.

''I'm vile? You do realize you laughed before you cried. Not after, but before. The first emotion that went through with you was comedic, not sadness or remorse. Pure bliss.'' He says. ''And I would know, because I feel those things every time.''

I shook my head. ''That was out of shock.'' I tried to convince him, or was I trying to convince me?

He shook his head and picked up the mallet, smiling at the bloody side. ''Not shock, but truth.'' He said.

''What?'' I questioned.

He gave me a sinister smile. One that made my skin crawl and tingle at the same time. ''This is who you are, Harley Quinn.'' He said. And before I could even understand what he was saying, he knocked me out with my mallet.

''Sweet dreams, Dollface.'' I heard before I let the blackness envelope me completely.