Psychos Can Have Children Too

Chapter 3

Joker raced down the street filled to the brim with mad excitement as to finally get rid of the child that, in his opinion, has overstayed her welcome. He reached his home and swung open the door, calling out for Harley. "Harley I'm home!" he sang rather loudly as he strides into the front room. The deafening noise of silence greets his ears and he is puzzled. Usually Harley gets to the door before he can even walk through it. "Harley?" he calls out again and gets no reply. He scopes out the house, checking all the rooms and finally stopping in his bedroom to find both Marah and Harley snuggled up together in his bed, fast asleep. The

Joker just stares at them both. The picture looked so calm and blissful that he had a small urge to join them. He shook his head as he pushes that thought aside, remembering why he rushed home so quickly. Joker walked over to the side of the bed where Harley lay, her arms draped over little Marah. He shook her a little bit, trying not to wake up Marah as well. He doesn't want anyone listening in on the conversation he is about to have with Harley. "Harley" he whisper yells and shakes her a bit harder. She finally starts to stir in her sleep and she slowly opens her eyes. She is greeted with the grinning face of the Joker and her eyes go wide in fear, letting her true feelings show but only for a second.

Remembering her facade that she must play when around him, she quickly snaps a wide smile on her face. "Puddin! You came back!" she fakes her perky voice and smiles wider, her cheeks screaming in pain from her new scars. "Harley I have thought of the most wonderful idea!" Joker whispers happily and beckons for Harley to follow him into the kitchen. She carfully let's go of Marah and scampers into the kitchen where he stands waiting. She almost slips in Marah's blood that still covers the floors but catches herself just in time. "So what's the brilliant idea!?" Harley squeals. Joker grins madly at her, his eyes blazing with insanity. "We get rid of the child! Tonight!" he exclaims. Harley's smile falters slightly. "You mean Marah?" she asks, knowing the answer but hoping she was wrong. "No! Harley, listen to me" he says firmly. "When you name things, you get attached to them. So the child will be referred to as The Child"

"Well if you think about it, The Child is technically still a name" Harley thinks out loud and immediately regrets it. Joker opens his mouth to argue but then closes it, realizing she's right. He slaps her across the face in anger, not hard, but hard enough to prove his point. "Don't argue with me" he growls at her.

Harley nods her head, her cheek blazing with pain as she hold back tears. "Yes boss" she says, looking down at the floor. "Good" he smiles in triumph and strolls back out of the house. "We leave her tonight!" he calls one last time as the door closes behind him.

"But I just got her" Harley whispers sadly and walks back into Joker's room. She watches Marah from the doorway and decides that they will do something fun before she has to go. Harley knows that there is no point in trying to defy him. It could get her or Marah killed, possibly both. She walks over to the sleeping toddler and gently shakes her awake. Marah stirs a bit and her eyes snap open, in fear it's Joker. Once she knows it's only Harley, Marah relaxes a bit and a small smiles forms on her tiny face. "Hey Marah" Harley greets warmly. "Hi!" Marah says softly, still trying to fully wake up. "How do you feel about going shopping today?" Harley asks Marah. She perks up and answers "Never been" Harley squeals in delight. "This is going to be fun!"

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