Harley Quinn And The Joker

Who's that?

"You sure this will work?" Damian asked and stared at me with a worried look in his eyes - and this question was logical, even though I wasn't sure at all about what I was actually doing.

Black Seven looked at me with amazed eyes, not daring to move in the black suit. "I know already I'm gonna like that!" His eyes looked all over the gloves while he slowly started to smile.

It's been one week since he showed up here and said he was in for my suggestion earlier. That sudden change of heart was confusing, of course. But I still tried to figure out how he found this batcave.

"What's this for?" Black Seven pointed at a black button on the left glove. "You can call us by pushing it." I simply answered and though I didn't want to hide behind a mask anymore, I felt uncomfortable showing my face to someone who was practically a stranger and knew who I used to be.

"Awesome!" His eyes had a twinkle of excitement and Black Seven tilted his head as he wobbled towards Damian and me. "How can you blow this job? I mean, that cape though!"

Damian shook his head. "He can't even move like a sane person. People will notice it's not you, father."

As much as I would've liked to disagree with him - it was true. Not his voice or his slimmer appearance were the problem but the way he talked and moved. Sometimes he had a moment of pure insanity during which he talked crazy stuff, not even related to the situation. Sadly, I had the feeling he couldn't control that.

"Look, Black Seven." I waved my hand to get his attention and tried not to lose control over his behavior. "The batsuit stands for justice. As long as you are wearing it, you won't commit a crime and you will never move like...that. At least not in public."

Immediately looking at me in annoyance, Black Seven rolled his eyes. "Heard ya ta first three times, Bat." He straightened his back before making fists while standing in front of Damian and me in the same way like I did right now.

"Are you more comfortable with this, Bruce?" Damian winced at Black Seven's voice. He sounded like me, even I was confused for a moment. 'How does he do that?'

Instead of waiting for an answer - which he wasn't going to get from me, anyway - Black Seven relaxed his body and put on the mask. "Just lemme know if I'm doin' somethin' wrong." With that, he turned around and walked away.

"Do you really know what you're doing?" Damian asked and I sat down on my chair in front of the computer, staring at the screen after I connected a program with two cameras in the mask Black Seven was wearing.

"I wish I was." I didn't dare to take my eyes off the screen while I watched Black Seven quietly jumping up at a building.

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"Black Seven, go check on these guys!" I ordered as I saw three men on the streets who looked suspiciously like some of Two-Face's henchmen.

Instead of saying anything, Black Seven jumped off the skyscraper, using the cape to quietly slip to the ground. It was remarkable how he played the role of Batman.

He managed to suppress his weird accent as well as the need to smile every other moment. Maybe it wasn't too bad to let him take care of Gotham until Nightwing and Red Hood recovered.

Without a word, Black Seven pushed a small, flat button on his right temple and turned on the vocal connection so Damian and I could hear what he heard - in case we could use the content of conversations.

After he landed on a parking car, Black Seven drew the attention of all three men at him and each one immediately pointed two guns at him.

"What are you doing here, bat-brain?" One of them I knew as Rick asked, trying to stay relaxed at the sight of Black Seven.

"You are not in the position to ask questions." He threw a view batarangs at the men, making them shoot right before dodging the bullets. The batarangs hit the guns right away, damaging the barrels and leaving the men to hand-to-hand-combat with knifes.

"Back off, Batman!" Rick yelled and ran towards Black Seven, followed by the two other men.

I watched Black Seven with curiosity as he grabbed the arm of the smallest of the men, turning him around and throwing him at his colleagues. "Look at yourself." He punched Rick in the face, immediately turning around to dodge an attempt of the bigger guy to stab him. "You could have a great life. But what do you do instead?"

Black Seven kicked Rick in the stomach and threw the smallest man to the ground with a single punch to his face. "Become criminals and hurt people. You could do much better and you know it."

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen and watched his reactions. Of course, I only saw what he saw but it was enough to recognize my special way of fighting. "That's remarkable! Did you teach him that?" Damian was as baffled as I was, who wouldn't have been?

"No. He...I guess he observed my way of fighting pretty well." The way he copied me was both, amazing and scary. And I had no idea if that little part of Joker inside him was going to influence his behavior or way of thinking in some way. Maybe because of Joker's blood that Black Seven kind of looked like him.

"Father, are you listening?" Damian poked my face and I shook my head before looking at him. "What?" I asked in confusion and turned my head to the screen, immediately widening my eyes.

Damian raised an eyebrow. "He tied up all of them and wants to know what to do now."

It took me a moment before I answered: "Call Gordon, he'll take care of them. And don't let him see the scar on your face."

"Understood." Black Seven turned his head so I could look at the men and already talked to the GCPD when suddenly, a yellow ball with a smiley face on it landed on one of the men's head.

"What the..." Black Seven picked it up and accidentally made something click on it, causing green gas to come out of the smiley's eyes. He quickly dropped it and jumped back.

I jumped up from my chair, goosebumps forming on my back as I gulped. "Black Seven, let me see the men!" The same moment the pictures appeared on the computer screen I wished I wouldn't have said that.

The gas moved around the three men, covering them in a green cloud. "What's that?" Black Seven asked as one of the guys started giggling quietly with smiles forming on the faces of all three men.

"That...That's..." Not able to say anything, I just stared at the people as their bodies cramped, their laughter became louder and tears ran down their cheeks as their smile grew bigger.

They kept laughing but suddenly fell to the ground with their eyes opened widely and their laughs became quieter until they stopped moving. 'Hell, no!'

"Ha! Hahahahaaaa!"

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of this kind of laughter. Black Seven turned his head as someone landed on the ground only thirty feet away from him. "Ssssoooo. We meet again."

"Black Seven, get the hell away!" I yelled but somehow, he didn't react. In fact, he walked towards the man who stepped out of the shadow and into the light of a street light.

"Who's that?" Black Seven asked and stopped as he looked at me man's face.

"That's the Joker! Now get away, if he's gonna fight you, you will lose!" The blood in my veins felt like it froze as I zoomed closer to Jokers face.

Damian gasped and even I had trouble to look at it. 'What has that lunatic done?!'