I got a call from J, telling me that he wanted to see me. He wouldn't bother unless he needed me to do something for him. Normally, I would say that I could care less. But these weren't normal times. That clown has managed to turn his life upside down, and with him, everyone in it. In the thick of it all was poor Harley. She should have left him years ago. He could only give her a life of crime. Could only bring her misery and pain.
But unfortunately, I knew what she saw in J. I know from experience, that when it's good, it's very very good. He was charismatic when he wanted to be. The Joker could actually be so giving. As a matter of fact, you could say he really knew how to spoil a girl. But for every positive, there was a negative. No matter how good, it's equally bad.
For years I tried hating him. I tried to convince myself that he was a toxic man who didn't deserve anyone's affections. I told myself that I was glad I broke off things between us. That I was better off without him. But I truly did miss him once he was gone. I missed the stability, and believe me, I know stability and the Joker don't seem like they should go together. It was so nice not having to worry about financial things. Anything I wanted, I knew he would get me.
So you see, I knew why Harley loved him. I know why she married him. I couldn't really blame her. He was always surprisingly easy to fall in love with. It wasn't difficult to forgive him when he was bad. Not even when he was physical. You could easily find yourself making excuses for him. And Harley had turned that into an art form.
When I arrived at Freeze's lab, I found J waiting for me. He was drinking coffee and had an open laptop on his lap. When he sees me he brings a cordial smile to his face. "Ivy, my dear, you look radiant today," he compliments me. I knew he was sucking up. Therefore, whatever he wants me to do for him, it didn't come with pay.
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"You can drop the act J. Just tell me what you want," I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him.
The smile fades from his face, "Very well then, I need you to come up with a drug of some sort that can somehow neutralize the chemicals in my blood. Enough that recreational drugs have more of an effect."
"We tried that before J, nothing worked," I shake my head.
"Yes, but the main problem was with the unknown long term effects to my organs," he says. "But what if that didn't matter?"
"But it does matter, the long term effects could become life threatening, I explained that to you before," I sigh.
"Yes, but it's not for me," he stares at me, "It's for Jason. And frankly, I could give a fuck if it kills him."
"So you want me to create a drug that may or may not kill your brother? So that if it does, you won't be implicated. Everything would be on my head. Do you really think I'm that stupid J?" I roll my eyes.
"Quit being so paranoid my dear," he smiles big, "I aim to kill him far sooner than any of your concoctions can."
"Now you want to kill him? After all the trouble you went to to make him into you?" I ask.
