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Big Mistake - Page 5She knew that laugh!!! She whirled around to look at him. He laughed so hard he cried! The doctor pulled off his paper mask, revealing his smiling scars."Damn Harl, you are one pathetic human being!" He laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. His voice was back to it's normal unique self."Joker?" She grinned, embarrassed and delighted. "How did you...!?"He cleared his throat and smiled at her from the chair. If Harley didn't hate her restraints before, she sure hated them now!"Joker, I'm so sorry, please" She started."Jesus, Harl, do you think I'm deaf? I know you're sorry, alright?" He rolled his eyes. She lowered her gaze submissively.After looking at her for a little longer, he stood up. "Besides, that was almost a week ago. Let it go already.""So
you forgive me
?" She whispered, slightly confused."Now, I didn't say that." He shook his head and gave her that disappointed look. He suddenly sat down on the bed next to her and held her hand.
Big Mistake - Page 1"What do you mean they're GONE?!?!?!" Joker yelled as Harley fell against the wall. Her cheek was red and stinging from the hard smack he just gave her."B-Batman came a-and--" She stammered, trying to stand up."We needed those explosives, Harl!!!! What the hell happened to them?!?" He grabbed her torn shirt and yanked her up."Batty dumped 'em in the ocean! Th-they're gone!" She trembled and pleaded with her tear soaked eyes."Oh really? Just, hello, I'm gonna ruin everything now, alrrrighty have a nice day!!!" Joker thrust her into the cement wall, banging her head hard against it. "Did you even TRY to stop him?!?!""Of course!" She desperately wished he would calm down. Her head was throbbing immensely."And what about the henchmen? Huh? Are they in JAIL!?!?" Joker dug his fingers into her shoulders tightly. She winced in pain, but didn't try to push him away. "They're gonna tell them everything, Harley! Everything!!!"She let out a short scream as he punched her in the stomach. Sh
Big Mistake - Page 4The days passed, Harley felt like today was her last in this hospital. Then she would go to Arkham. She was slightly glad; staring at these same walls was getting boring. But once she got to Arkham, the only thing she would see would be her bare empty cell and the room where her therapy sessions would be.She always hated how the cells were so empty. Nothing at all was in them, rarely a flimsy bed and the tightly locked door. She had counted every tile on the floor, wall, and ceiling. 87 tiles on the floor, 142 on all four walls, and 75 on the ceiling. Every cell was built the same, every cell and those numbers.She had played checkers in her mind when she stared at the ceiling, and won herself so many times. All day, they left you bored to death in those damn cells. Most of the patients went insane just being in there!Twice a week you went to your therapy sessions. Well, that depended on the patient. Harley went there twice a week. Joker usually went only once now. Harley groaned as
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought."First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors
or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
Enjoy The ShowHarley plugged in her sewing machine and set it up. A lamp on the desk was the only light in the dark room. The shades were pulled closed and the cracked wall clock ticked awkwardly. She took Joker's purple coat off a hook on the wall and lovingly smoothed it down under the needle of the machine.Joker had torn a hole in his sleeve from tussling with the Batman last night. Luckily he managed to get away again, much to Harley's relief. When Joker returned home he laughed for an hour straight about giving Batman a nasty, and well-deserved, broken arm.Harley pulled out a roll of the same velvety fabric from her closet and measured out the right size. She always took care of his clothes. It was her first job when she turned into Harley Quinn and started living with him.Joker originally got his famous violet suit from a private tailor. He had threatened him into making it whenever he needed a new one. But now that he had Harley, she was happily responsible for taking care of all his cloth