Harley Quinn And The Joker

Almost Dead

'Damn it.' Wheezing and tired of blood loss and pain, I tried to ran towards the theater, holding my throat to keep the blood from floating out like a damn waterfall.

'Why didn't I pay more attention? Why did I try to fight him in the first place?' I spotted the front door, pressing my jaws together and widening my eyes as I realized every other second my throat was slit and though I held it with both of my hands, I felt the sticky, warm blood covering my fingers.

My legs almost gave in as it started to rain, washing the dry blood off my face and making everything look blurry. 'Just a view more steps.' I blinked with tired, heavy eyelids, barely able to knock on the front door as I reached it.

"Who's that?" I heard a man asking but I couldn't talk, I just sank down on the ground, starting to shake because of the blood loss. "Mmmm!" I tried to make at least some sounds, looking up at the door that didn't open. "Please. Eddie. It's me." I mouthed the words, unable to speak and starting to cry. "Help me."

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The rain fell down on the rooftops as I waited at the steel mill. Expecting Black Seven to arrive soon. But it's been an hour since he wanted to come and I felt like something wasn't right.

Black Seven seemed so desperate for help the last time we met. And why would he miss such an opportunity to help Harley? 'This makes no sense.' I walked over to the Batmobile and started to drive through the streets of Gotham.

'If the lunatic fooled me and harmed Damian or one of the others in any way...I'm gonna be his worst nightmare!' As I drove down the harbor, looking at the street lights and coming along a less inhabitated and mainly criminal part of Gotham, the beams of the Batmobile revealed a person laying in front of what appeared to be a theater. 'Damn it!'

I quickly stopped the car, jumped out and ran over, surprised to see Poison Ivy, shaking and barely breathing in a puddle of her own blood. "Pamela? Can you hear me?" I asked, immediately picking her up and kicking the front door of the theater open, only to see Riddler pointing two guns at me in surprise.

"Batman, what the-" He started but immediately shut his mouth as he saw Pamela - more dead than alive - in my arms and dropped the guns. "What happened?" His face became awfully white before he ran over, his eyes widened in fear.

"Do you have anything here to stop her from bleeding?" I quickly asked, while I looked around in the big hall with many shelves but no single first-aid box.

"I-I d-don't know." Edward stuttered, not taking his shocked eyes off Pamela's face. "You gotta take her to the hospital!" He stared at me, only fear in his eyes.

"No time for that! Doesn't Black Seven keep some things around to recover?" I already ran over to the desk, feeling Poison Ivy's body becoming cold and she slowly stopped shaking. "There's gotta be something here!"

As I opened a drawer, I saw two shots, filled with a water-like liquid. "What are these for?" I asked Nygma and he slowly looked at me. "Injury. But I don't think it helps her." He was definitely in shock, I could tell from the way he held his body and how he looked at me.

"We have to try it! But you gotta help me here, don't just stand there!" I yelled at him, pointing at the shots with my head. "Give her one, hurry up!"

Though he was shaking, Riddler somehow managed to stick the needle into her upper arm.

"It doesn't work!" He started crying and I felt deep sadness in my heart. 'If I only was here earlier!' I didn't want to let anyone die if I could prevent it. But right now, I failed.

My finger on her neck, I didn't feel a heartbeat. Or body warmth. "I'm so sorry." I could barely take the feeling of a cold, blood covered body in my arms as it brought back memories. Awful, dark memories.

I slowly put her down on the desk while checking one last time if she really wasn't alive anymore - only to nod in sadness as I was now completely sure that Pamela was dead.

"I'm going to kill him for this!" I turned around to Edward who picked up the guns and wiped his tears away. "You think Black Seven did this? Why? Did you guys fight?" I asked after I stopped him.

He was shaking and angrily glared at me with wet eyes. "Who else would be able to do this to her?" Nygma grabbed the gun tighter and I put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Revenge is no solution. Do you know where he is? Maybe this is a big misunderstanding."

"Well, he wa-" someone gasped and my eyes immediately moved to Poison Ivy who was surprisingly starting to breath while her right hand started twitching! "Oh dear!" Riddler quickly ran over to her, leaving the guns in my hands.

"Pam! What happened? Did Black Seven do this to you?" Nygma was barely able to control his voice but instead of answering, Poison Ivy just stared at him with big, traumatized eyes while shaking harder.

As I quickly walked over, I saw that the wound on her throat started to heal but only very slowly. "Pamela." I kneeled down beside her and looked straight into her eyes. "Who did this to you?"

Shocked and probably in pain, Poison Ivy mouthed a word with me and Riddler carefully watching. "What? Onomatopoeia? What is that?" Edward asked and my eyes widened. "A highly dangerous serial killer. Pamela, where is Black Seven?"

She pulled five fingers up and mouthed the word 'blocks' and 'west' before her eyes closed again, I figured it must've been exhaustion.

"Nygma, you stay here, keep an eye on her. I'm gonna go check on Black Seven." I stood up, turned towards the door and left the guns on a chair before running to my car.

'She ran five blocks with that injury!' I couldn't believe what she said but drove as fast as I could, spotting a grey, old building between two newer ones.

Assuming that's the right one, I stopped the Batmobile, quickly jumed out and ran over before I opened the iron door. I looked down as the smell of blood gave me a sick feeling and I spotted a puddle of the red liquid all over the grass. 'That she made it to the theater after this. Wow.'

As quiet as possible, I walked down a stairwell, following some dull voices at the end of a dark hall until I reached in front of an almost entirely smashed safety glass with white cracks all over it, making it impossible to see anything inside.

Suddenly, the glass gave in as something got slammed against it and I gasped as the cracks became filled with blood. "Black Seven?!" I yelled, trying to open the heavy iron door but realized it was bent out of shape and not able to being opened.

"Batman?" I heard the angry voice of Dick and Jason screaming and was shocked they both were in there. "Stay the hell out or Onomatopoeia will kill you, too!"

'Too?' I gasped. 'Who the hell got killed?!'