Harley Quinn And The Joker

Not Funny Anymore

Black Seven was unconscious at the moment and hopefully, I had enough time to get Harley the hell away from here. Not that I was worried about her, I just wanted to talk to her about a couple of things.

After all, the fire caused by Firefly all around the building came closer and the heat was pretty overwhelming, it'd only be a matter of time until the dumb jacket I wore would catch fire. 'Why am I even wearing that ugly piece of crap?' My eyes moved from Black Seven over to Harley who whimpered and tried to move while I threw the jacket as well as the hat away, then fixed my hairs.

I sighed and smacked my lips before I bent down to pick Harley up, immediately noticing the blade of the knife that stuck in her stomach as I turned her around. From the position the knife was in I could tell it punctured her abdominal artery, not the best news to me today. 'I'm not gonna ask if things can get worse because that always ends bad.'

"I'm sorry for not tellin' ya about it, Mistah J." Harley looked up at me, some blood dropped down the corner of her mouth while I quickly looked around, searching for a hospital that was not set on fire or got blown up. "I knew ya didn't want ta care for a kid, but just leavin' was--" I glared at her to shut her up, I couldn't think with Harley talking like a waterfal.

"You shut up right now!" My eyes moved back to Black Seven who started groaning as he was waking up. "'Scuse me, it'd be just a minute." I slowly let her head down and walked over to Blacky who tried to grab the crowbar beside him. "I'm having a conversation here, would you please..?" His eyes glared up at me as I took the crowbar and stepped on his hand, making him gasp in pain.

He couldn't speak because the blade in his mouth would cut his lips and tongue but I didn't have to read thoughts to know what he wanted to say as he kept glaring at me. "I'll be right back, don't run away." I chuckled and quickly stabbed the straight claw of the crowbar through his hip and into the roof. Ignoring his screams, I pushed the crowbar deeper into the rooftop until the only visible part was the top of the bender claw. "Now keep quiet."

Without waiting for a reaction, I turned around to Harley. Sure, her injuries were awful and dangerous, but I could fix those up right away, not that she'll let me if she would find out about the Dionesium. Still, I didn't necessarily had to use it on her because I wanted it for myself - therefore, I had to find a hospital.

"Please, don't get mad, puddin', please don't get mad!" Harley held the blood covered knife in her hands before she threw it away as I walked closer, not taking my eyes off hers. She looked so frightened, barely able to sit up and shook in pain as she covered the wound on her stomach with a her left hand to keep the blood from streaming out. 'That's my fault though.'

I stopped right in front of her and stared down at Harley for a view moments, then sat down with a heavy sigh. Knowing how scared she was, I dropped my serious look as far as I could to calm her down. It wasn't easy for mre to go through this conversation, but I felt like I owned it to her to set things right. A strange feeling to actually do something right. 'It sickens me!'

"I'm not mad at you, Harley. I honestly don't care what your reasons were or what happened in the year you went away." I side-eyed Black Seven who had his outraged eyes locked on me but didn't move even an inch. 'Bitch better stay quiet!'

Harley wiped a little blood off her cheek and rubbed her swollen eye afterwards. "I know. It's just...I couldn't tell you. Your work was too important, I understand that. But I also wanted Lucy to have a...normal life with..." She looked up at me as if she couldn't get herself to say those two words so I smiled and checked on Black Seven one more time.

"Normal people." Looking down at her bleeding stomach and all the bruises and cuts on her face and arms, I seriously played with the thought of injecting the Dionesium right now into her veins. But I kind of didn't want to. 'I might need it for myself later.'