When Jerome Meets Harley

Chapter 13

One week. One week since I've seen him. One week since I took a life. 

I haven't seen anyone this week, I'm trying to cope with my emotions. For him, for my actions. When I can't ''deal'' I do the only thing I know to do; annoy people. 

This entire week my prime victim has been Oswald Cobblepot. And let me tell you, it's gone extremely well for me, but terrible for him. First thing I did was psycho analyze him-for free, I might add-boiling his need for power down to emotional trauma as a child from bullies. I was spot on, of course. Which only annoyed him further. Second thing I did was doodle in his nightclub, all over the walls. And the list goes on and on, from flicking him in his nose, insulting his guests, breaking expensive items, blah blah blah. Like I said, it goes on.

So that's what I'm doing right now, on my way to annoy ole Ozzy. I skip down the sidewalk playfully, my pigtails bouncing as I go. I'm pretty content. That is until an arm grabs me around the waist. 

I start thrashing in their arms. ''Hey hey hey! Hands off the merchandise!'' I shriek, pulling out of their grasp. 

''Found you.'' Is all they say before my vision goes black. 

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Soon enough, I can feel myself regaining consciousness. And I find myself staring at a giant plant. Pretty obvious where I am now.

''Ivy? What the hell?'' I question.

She reveals herself, only to slap me upside the head. ''Ouch! What did you do that for?'' I question, trying to rub the side of my head, only to realize my hands are tied. ''Why are my hands tied?''

Ivy grimaces. ''We have to talk to you.'' 

I furrow my brow. ''Whose we?'' I ask, confusion evident.

And out steps Selina and Bruce Wayne, with strange looks on their faces and their arms crossed. ''Well well well, Bruce Wayne. What brings you here?'' I wink.

''This is important, Harleen.'' He says. 

''Well by all means, spit it out.'' I push.

''Maybe I should tell her?'' Ivy pushes.

''Tell me what?'' I ask, growing frustrated.

Ivy crouches down to my level and puts her hands on the side of my face. ''Harleen, your family was murdered last night.''