Harley Quinn And The Joker

Sick World

"It's a pretty sick world we live in, isn't it?" I asked as Batman stitched up my cheek. He didn't want to, but I made him so I could talk to this dark weirdo.

Batman looked up at me as he stopped working on my cheek for a moment. "What do you mean?" His deep voice calmed me down, for whatever reason.

I leaned back, taking a deep breath to recover from the pain since I was all out if anesthetics. "Think about it. You told me so much about this guy named Joker during the past view hours...the things he's done." My mind got a bit blurry of confusion as I slowly shook my head. "If I'd be you and meet this man. I would rip his eyeballs out."

"He is a human being and he can't make choices. The Joker doesn't understand what's right and wrong." He continued to stitch my wound up but I wasn't so sure about this.

"That's 'cause not everyone has ta same opinion on what's right 'n' wrong. Killin' a person may be wrong to someone like you." My eyes moved up to look at him. "But if, fo' example, I am convinced that the death o' someone may actually help me or somebody I care about, it is right to me. Therefore, it is a point if view thing."

Again, Batman stared at me with his creepy eyes, as if he tried to see what I was going for. "Are you defending Joker's acts of cruelty? What he's done to people?"

"Nope, ya ain't listenin'." My fingers scratched the wooden desk and I tried not to smile. "Joker is not sick. He's evil. At least after what you told me. Maybe he's even both. But nobody's one hundred percent bad. I don't think he's always been ta way he was. Somethin' must've happened ta him. Maybe it's not his fault." The blood from the stitches ran down inside my mouth and down my throat as I grinned. "Did ya eva tryna help 'im?"

Obviously annoyed, Batman stared at me with angry eyes. "What do you think?" He didn't move, though I thought he would've wanted to rip my head off.

"Psssychopathsssss are hard ta talk to, we rarely have clear momentsss." I liked saying the s longer and more intense, maybe because my other mind did that a whole damn lot. "But!" I added, raising my pointer finger. "Ya might succeed gettin' a meaningful, sane sentence outta one if ya tryna talk ta 'em on ta same level. We like that." I started laughing and twitching as I scratched the right side of my face so hard that red lines remained on my cheek.

"You talk like you aren't really insane." Batman, still standing like glued to the ground, slowly blinked. "But why did you do that?" He pointed at my face and I smiled bright, making the wound on my cheek bleed again.

"Cuz I'm pretty hype right now. An' tryna get my feels under control, hehehe!" My eyes widened and I grabbed the edges of the wooden desk while I started laughing like a maniac, close to the fangirls I've seen back in my country.

"So, the sick thing is-" I still giggled but was able to focus on the matter at hand again. "that ya are such a good person. Yet, such awful things happen ta ya. But Joker sounds like he has a good reason ta get ova whateva happened ta him. Somehow, he transfers them bad things ta you. But I guess it happens unconsciously. Ya know what I mean?"

Nodding, Batman sat down on the wooden chair and stared at me without saying anything for a long time. "What?" I asked, confused but also curious.

"I'm just thinking about something. How old are you?" Batman crossed his arms and waited for an answer but I crooked my head and smiled. "How old do you think I am?"

Batman shrug his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "I don't know, twenty five, maybe twenty seven?"

I laughed and leaned back. "Haha, not bad, Batsy, not bad!" My left hand on the stitches of my cheek, I narrowed my eyes. "Why ya wanna know that?"

"I'll get to that. But first, what are your goals in life?" He looked like the answer was very important to him but I just had too much fun to stay serious. I raised my fist with an ear-to-ear grin. "Booties and bit--" "DAMN it, Black Seven, that's not what I meant!" Batman interrupted my sentence and angrily glared at me.

"I would neva be not serious!" I narrowed my head and smiled while looking at him by moving my eyes up. "Alright, party pooper." Sighing while throwing my head back, I straightened my back. "I wanna watch this sick, psychotic world buuurn." I bent my fingers to claws, moved them in front of my face and looked at Batman through the spaces between them.

It was such a short moment, but it seemed like something died in him. Something like hope or whatever. "Why do you wanna do that?"

"Why?" I looked at him with my mouth half open. "Exhibit A." I pointed at the room Harley was in. "Exhibit B." I pointed at myself with a smile and named the last reason. "And because it's filled with assholes 'n' idiots who think everythin' they do has no consequences for others and themselves." I looked at my hands while pretending to close them around a person's throat. "Just makes me wanna kill all of them by myself."

"So..." Batman moved his left pointer finger to his chin. "You actually wanna make the world better?"

Not taking my eyes off my hands I nod. "Well, obviously! If I'm insane enough to boil a baby in front of the father and make him drink the soup, I can do that."

Suddenly, Batman jumped up from his chair and threw me off the desk. "You dit WHAT?!" He screamed and I looked up at him with a smile. "See? Ya did it again. Ya judged before knowin' a thing." I stood up, straighten my clothes and bent my neck to the right side, causing it to make a cracking sound.

"The baby was my lil stepbrother an' the guy was my foster dad. Ya might think imma monster. Haha, wrong. Because nothin' happened." It was hilarious. I was able to make him snap so easily, I couldn't even breath.

"Wha--!" Batman stared at me and I just kept laughing, feeling the blood running down my wounded cheek. "Oh dear, I can't! You're SSSsssOooO easy to control, Batsssss!" I wiped a tear from my eye away and tried to control myself.

"Why the devil did you do that?" Batman sounded even more outraged and I shrug my shoulders. "Why? Just because."

Violently trying to calm down, Batman sighed. "Well. To get back at the matter at hand..." He paused for a moment, as if he was reconsidering whatever he was about to say.

"I was thinking about...maybe you wanna join Damian as my friend. Maybe I can help you."

This was unexpected. And exciting! But above all - confusing. "Ya usually askin' random lunatics ta live in a cave with ya an' yer brat?" I ran my hand through my hairs, not sure if he was serious or just joking.

"No. But you said you wanna make the world better. Why don't you start with a city?" Batman hid something. The true reason...I couldn't see it.

I turned my head away, telling him with a hand move to leave. "I'm happy with the way I make it."

"But please, give it a second thought." He suggested and I rolled my head around. "Alriiiight! I'll tink 'bout it 'n' tell ya in three days. Now take Harley 'n' get out!"