Harlivy Fanfiction

VI

♦️🖤♦️🖤♦️Harley's POV♦️🖤♦️🖤♦️

Ivy offered to try and get me a job where she works but I don't think tending flowers at a flower shop is really up my alley.

So now I'm looking in the local paper trying to see who's hiring. It doesn't seem like that many people are, though.

There's a movie theater, an antique store, and... a restaurant! And it's one of the best restaurants in the city. They need a new waitress.

"Ivy, I found a job!" I yell.

"That's great!" I hear her reply from the other end of the apartment.

I call the number that's listed on the page.

"Hello, this is (random restaurant name), how can we help you today?" I hear a high pitched voice squeak from the other side.

"Hi, I saw in the paper that you needed a new waitress, and I wanna apply."

The voice pauses. "Okay, please come in tomorrow between one and two p.m."

I say thanks and goodbye and I hang up.

I need to land this job...

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I left the apartment today in a good mood, since Ivy gave me a pep talk. I push my way into the restaurant.

Everyone in the room immediately stops and stares at me. Oh no, oh no, oh no! I forgot to put on a disguise before I left! They probably recognize me!

A girl who looks like a manager reaches for a phone and I hear four clicks.

I then hear sirens from a distance and before I can turn around to see the cops pulling around the corner a black hand wraps around me.

"Don't move." A voice says.

Oh, I know that voice.

"Batman, I swear I wasn't trying to do anything. I was just applying for a job!" I plead.

"How do I know you're not working for the Joker?"

"I killed him just a few days ago! I swear you can go to this address and you'll see all his plans and thing and his dead body!"

I tell him the way to the Joker's hideout. He sends two cop cars to check the address and then her turns around to look at Commissioner Gordon.

"I'll take her to the station, Gordon, to see what she knows."

He looks back down at me.

"You better be telling the truth, Harley, or things won't look too good for you."

"What do ya mean?" I ask.

"They'll most likely give you the electric chair."

If only Ivy were here with me....