"Where are we going?" Harley asked, her eyes growing in curiosity. She knew she reconised this man. She knew that she liked him and that she could trust him.
"Don't worry about it.."Joker began to laugh under his breath, "We only need to do one thing and then you'll be fine, completely fixed" Joker said, as he drove off into the darkness of Gotham City.
Joker and Harley arrived at Jokers hideout. They both got out of his car and walked inside, clutching each other in their grip. You could hear the drops of the skin-bleaching chemicals falling and splashing onto the cold, marble floor.
Once they got inside, Joker began taking to Frost about 'Business'. Joker knew what he needed to do to get Harley right back to what she was. Meanwhile, Harley was running in and out different rooms of Jokers hideout. Most were either empty or spare rooms. Harley opened the door of one and walked inside. It was decorated the most out of all the rooms and also had a grand, king size bed in the middle. Jokers room.
Harley was nosey and began rummaging through draws and pulled out a little, black box and opened it. She stared at the diamond ring, engraved with tiny writing. Harley couldn't make it out; it was almost looked like a H was engraved in one side.
"It's so beautiful" Harley whispered, before sliding it back and then she closed the draw. She wondered out and into another room and didn't think twice about the ring. Harley walked into the room and looked at the floor.
"It's me!" She squealed; Harley's face was scattered around the room. She saw her clothes that she recognised, on 4 mannequins.
"What are you doing?" Jokers voice startled Harley. Joker still had the room dedicated to Harley, set up.
"Emm, looking around?" Harley was still admiring the clothes, "Are these mine? Can I wear them?!" Harley bombarded Joker with questions.
"Yes they are yours. You can wear them all you want. But not right now!" Joker said, making sure his point was clear.
"Come on we have to go" Joker told Harley and she followed him after he grabbed her clothes.
They piled into the van. All of them. All 20 of them. The 20 didn't include Joker and Harley. Jokers henchmen made it almost impossible to breath in the van as they were loaded with guns and weapons. Harley was sat next to Joker. She edged herself closer to him every 10 minutes when they were in the van. She got so close that she could hear him heavily breathing. She slipped her hand into his and smiled. The van stopped and they all spilled out.
The gates of Arkham Asylum creaked as Frost broke them open.
"Daddy's home" Joker said, grinning at his idea,"Oh this is gonna be so much fun!" He said, before walking into the gates, ready to take down anything and everything in his way.
A/N
I'm not completely sure what I want to do in this book, I've got ideas that I'm gonna do but I'm not sure if I should add in the things from Chapter 7:Confessions. Look back at the chapter and you'll know what I mean. In the mean time, Stay Tuned! Xx
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Life After Death (Harley and Joker)
FanfictionI can't write descriptions A/N I know my other story was on Harley and Joker but this one is 100% fan fiction compared to my first one which was clearly based in the film. I've made this up myself just saying! References from the film will be made...
