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Chapter Six

Joker�s Dilemma


The Joker stood pacing before a man who was bound against the wall,
bruised, bleeding, and barely conscience. He continued to move, pacing like a
wolf anxious to devour it�s prey.


�It�s not really that difficult of a question, I mean, you work for
Dr. Crane . . . or Scarecrow or whatever his little alias is . . . and I simply
want to know . . where it is he�s gone?� He said stopping in front of him.
When the man didn�t answer, he leaned towards him slightly. �Come on . . .
if you answer my one little question,� He held up a small object between his
fingers. �I�ll give you a piece of candy.� The man�s eyes shifted
towards the madman�s face for a moment not sure if he was hallucinating or not
with what had just been said. Either way, candy was hardly an incentive after
the torture that had just been inflicted upon him. �No?� Still no answer.
The Joker arched a brow before unwrapping the small piece of sugar. �Didn�t
want to share with you anyway.� He popped it in his mouth before tossing the
wrapper away.


�You want to know the most annoying thing.� He said stepping even
closer to the man as he spoke into his ear. �I don�t even like these things.
A little . . . to sweet for my taste. But lately, I can�t seem to get enough
of them. Ya see, they are everywhere. Under the pillows on my bed, in my
drawers, on my tables and dressers. She leaves them everywhere. It�s like she
has an endless supply of these things. I don�t even know where she gets
them.� Suddenly his hand shot up and grabbed the man by the hair pulling his
head back so he had to look at him. The Joker�s face was now uncomfortably
close to his. �But now . . . I�m not finding as many as I used to. I�m
running out. She�s not here, leaving them everywhere, and all that�s left is
wrappers.� He placed the sharp blade of a knife to the man�s cheek. �So
what I want to know, is where your boss has gone. He�s stolen my candy, and I
want it back.�


The mans eyes were wide as baseballs seeing the gruesome painted face
before him. Small gurgling sounds from his head being pulled back so far were
the only noise he made. �So . . . WHERE IS MY CANDY!!!� He roared in the
mans face before slashing one of his cheeks with the razor sharp blade.


The man began to scream in horror and pain, as blood flowed from the
loose skin of his mouth on one side of his face. �What a lovely smile you
have. Although it seems a bit uneven.� The Joker laughed before placing the
blade on the other side of the mans mouth. �Tell me what I want to know, or
you�re going to look like me, I�ll even out your smile for you.�

Late Night Searches


Batman stood on the roof of a building with an ear piece, listening to
police radio message and reports hoping to catch some small tid bit that might
indicate a clue to the Scarecrow or Harley�s whereabouts.


It had been a fruitless endeavor to find them with all the other tactics
he tried. The Scarecrow had learned to cover his tracks very well since he had
last broken out, hiding rather effectively from the Batman.


He�d found out very little about Harley since she had escaped. Using
what he did know about her, he searched nationwide databases looking for missing
persons that matched her description. Including any young Gymnasts that vanished
with no explanation. Yet it didn�t get him any closer to solving the mystery.
The search returned over 100,000 results. He continued to filter through them
but nothing that seemed to fit came up. When trying to look up her criminal
record, it only returned that she was an unknown person and a synopsis of her
crime. That seemed particularly unusual to him. It was like her identity was
purposely lost. No doubt a credit given to crane.


Still, he was determined to solve this puzzle and find Harley before she
began to terrorize the city again.

Closed Off From Love


Harley sighed as she leaned her head back against the wall. Her hands and
feet were bound so tightly that her fingers had turned white, and even though
she tried she couldn�t release herself. It was dark in whatever room that they
had thrown her into and locked back up again.


Of course, Crane knew her quite well. Maybe even better then she knew
herself. It was no surprise he went to such lengths to keep her captured. The
more she struggled the tighter her restraints seemed to get. Finally she simply
gave up and rested against the nearby wall.


Sometime later, Crane had the door opened and came inside her small cell.
Walking over he looked down at her. She was starring at the wall, a frown on her
face and her eyes were glassy with tears. �Missing your playmate I imagine.�
Crouching down next to her he pulled up the large shirt that she�d been
dressed in before she was restrained. He inspected her wound a moment before
putting the bandage back in place. �You�re mending quite well. As quickly as
ever.�


He pulled the shirt back down over her body before lacing his fingers
together looking down at her. �Get what rest you can. We have a full schedule
ahead of us.� He said turning and heading back towards the door. He knocked
twice and waited for them to open it. �Sweet dreams.� He said with a smirk
before walking out of the room and the door was slammed shut and locked back
securely.

Alarming Surprises


The Joker was driving a large commercial vehicle chuckling to himself as
his foot was pressed against the floor and the speed continued to rise. Then,
with a loud crash and the roar of the engine, the large truck broke through the
warehouse wall demolishing the entire wall.


Men scattered and flew in every direction trying to get out of the way of
the dangerous falling rubble and obvious mad man. When the truck came to a stop
the Joker and his men came flooding out of the truck, firing and killing
whatever men crossed their path.


When the riot of noise and barrage of bullets seemed to calm down and
come to a halt, the Joker stood in the midst of if all and looked around before
roaring, �I believe, that this is the �lair of the Scarecrow�.� He said
mockingly. �Unless you want what�s left of your precious hideout made into a
crater in the narrows of Gothom, I suggest you make yourself appear.�


Above on one of the scaffolds called down to the makeup covered
Psychopath, �You certainly know how to make an entrance don�t you.� Said a
distorted voice. The Joker looked up to see the burlap clumsily stitched masked
man looking back down at him.


The Joker looked up at him, �That wasn�t even the main event, you
should see my finally.� The Joker said eyeing the man high above him, looking
for the clearest shot.


�What do you want.� The Scarecrow demanded.


�You have something of mine I want returned to me. Right now.� He
demanded.


�You must be as insane as you look. I have nothing of yours. If it�s
territory, then I�ve taken it, if it�s drugs . . . then you�re a petty
thief, because all of my stock I bring in from out of the country.� The
Scarecrow responded.


The Joker frowned, �NO . . .territory and drugs . . .what�s wrong
with . . . .� In his frustration he turned and shot one of the Scarecrows men
in the head between the eyes as he dropped to the floor with a hard thud.
�HARLEY QUINN!!!� He shouted. �She belongs to be and I want her back!
NOW!� He shouted.


Scarecrow starred down at him for a moment, not having realized that Jane
would have managed to get herself alleged with the infamous Joker. Although it
did make a certain amount of sense. She was completely mad.


�I can assure you that I don�t have her. I deal in drugs, and weapons
. . . the white slave trade is hardly an avenue I�ve explored thus far.�
Scarecrow answered.


�Uh huh.� The Joker said starring up at the man above him. Then he
lifted his weapon and shot the chains holding up that section of walkway up,
causing the Scarecrow to fall over the side into a large pile of boxes.
Instantly every weapon in the place was drawn and pointed at someone, each
man�s finger itching to pull the trigger. Scarecrow picked himself up out of
the boxes and came out brushing off packing peanuts from his clothing.


Looking darkly at the Joker he sighed, �Maybe we should talk.� He
relented seeing the situation knowing that the smallest noise could set it off
and there wouldn�t be one man left standing.


�I had a feeling you�d wanna discuss things.� The Joker said having
no problem with everyone in the where house dying at once. It sounded like fun.

Face to Face


Joker sat across from Scarecrow, looking at his mask. �What�s really
the point of wearing that thing, the majority of Gothom knows who you are. Dr.
Crane.� He said thinking that it was a little redundant.


�Why do you wear make-up, your probley as horrifying without it.� The
Scarecrow countered. The Joker chuckled and laughed under his breath. �The
theatrical affect of wearing such things can be a powerful weapon against the
feeble minded. Even to a sharpened mind it can disturb even the most courageous
and bravest of men.� He arched a brow looking at the man who sat across from
him, who still seemed to be smiling and giggling under his breath as though he
found the whole situation quite amusing. �Of course this is something you�ve
already discovered on your own, hence the garish clown make up you wear. I�m
sure it sends every person who ever had a bad experience with a clown at a
birthday party when they were four, simply curls up and sucks their thumb when
you begin to reek havoc.�


The Joker nodded as though very interested in what he was saying before
leaning forward on the desk motioning for him to come closer, before he spoke,
�Tell me something, do you get off on imagining that you are so much more
powerful then anyone else in the world just because you have a masters in
Psychology . . . or another in chemistry? That you have the self-important
belief that you hold the keys to the human brain, and therefore can unlock any
mystery of the mind just by looking at them? Hmmm?� The Joker said licking his
lips slightly as he starred at the Scarecrow. �Because if that�s true . . .
then I think you fucked up somewhere . . . because you don�t know who Batman
is anymore then any one else in this sad city.�


�Batman isn�t my biggest concern really. He�s nothing but a man
dressed as a rodent . . . obviously suffering from some mental degeneration. I
have suggested that he get help for it, but my analysis went unheeded. It seems
that having a giant bat flying around Gothom makes it�s citizens feel . . .
safe. Showing you of course how lost this city really is.� Scarecrow said.


�Well, I�m considering doing the city a favor, by removing one thug
off of it�s radar.� He said starring at the Scarecrow with an evil chuckle.
�As I�m sure you�ve realized . . . I�m not to find of psychotherapists .
. . or mental health doctors. All they are, are society�s hammers, trying to
fit square pegs into little tight round holes.� He said making wide motions
with his hands. �But I�ll tell you a secret. That only I know, that only
Harley knows . . . . we are the superior species on this planet. Us
�crazies� us �maniacs�. The �mentally ill� masses, would have long
since taken over the world . . . except for the fact that we are out numbered.
All those �normal� people out there, feeding us pills to dumb us down.
Threats of being shipped off to mental institutions, which might I add is a
fancy term for hell�s outhouse, and being locked away, and bound against our
will if we don�t �behave� and �conform� to what society considers to
be decent, and proper.� He pointed at Scarecrow, �You pretend to be one of
us . . . by wearing your mask and that . . . that little metal device that
distorts your voice when you speak. But I can promise you . . . you aren�t
really one of our numbers. Because you don�t know what we know . . . and you
never will.� He half smiled, �Unless someone shows you.�


�You can threaten me all you want, Joker. But I�m not afraid of
you.� Scarecrow said starring right back at him through the holes in the
burlap. �You�re mind is just as fragile as the next man�s. Regardless of
your little theory.�


�Wrong. You see my mind may have been fragile once . . . but sanity . .
. sanity is a very, VERY thin line. And once the balance of it is tipped and it
falls . . . there�s no getting back up . . . but at the same time . . . you
can�t exactly knock it over again, if it�s already gone, can you?�


�I have no quarrel with you. We are on completely opposite ends of the
scale. You do your business in Gothom and I do mine . . .we never cross
paths.� Scarecrow said.


The Joker�s eyes just remained on Scarecrow�s. Even though the smile
never left his face, his eyes became incredibly clear and focused. �Where is
Harley. If you return her to me, then I might . . . consider keeping our paths
separate.�


�I told you already, I don�t have her.� Scarecrow said more sternly
then before.


�Ohhhhhh.� The Joker said clicking his tongue, �But you see . . . I
have it from a very reliable source, that you do.�


Scarecrow was quite for a moment before he leaned a bit closer towards
the Joker, even though the table was still between them. �Just humoring you
for one moment . . . with this asinine accusation . . . .if I did have her . . .
what makes you think I would just hand her over to you for nothing?� He said.


The Joker started to laugh sadistically never taking his eyes off
Scarecrow�s. �Because!� He said continuing to chuckle, �If you don�t .
. . the Batman won�t have to worry about finding you . . . I�ll send pieces
of you to City Hall, until every last bit of your arrives and they can piece you
back together. And each piece will be nice and fresh because it will be carved
from your LIVING body!�


�And then you still wouldn�t have your little �Harley�. Whose
whereabouts would only be known to me. She would be lost and starve to death
before anyone stumbled upon her lifeless corpse.� He tilted his head,
�That�s if I�d have her.�


The Joker grinned, �You�re not going to make this easy are you?�


�If I could acquire the aid of such a self-proclaimed �superior
species�, why would I want to let that chance slip by?� Scarecrow answered.


The Joker chuckled, �What did you have in mind?�

Accusations


Harley had managed to squirm awkwardly toward the wall, even though her
restraints were painfully tight now, she felt compelled to at least attempt to
free herself. Then the sound of bolts being pulled back and the locks of the
door clicking filled the silence. The large heavy door was pushed open and Crane
walked in. The door was instantly closed behind him and he looked at Harley.
With a sigh he peeled off his glasses and walked over to her grabbing her by her
middle and hoisting her up, dragging her back to the bed and laying her down.


Pushing her shirt up he inspected the wound that he�d given her with
the minor surgery he�d preformed, seeing that the stitches were stretched but
not broken. He jerked her shirt back down over her body as he looked at her.


�So . . . you�ve managed to hook yourself up with the notorious
Joker, hmm?� Harley�s eyes shifted towards him hearing him talk about her
puddin�. �Congratulations Jane. I didn�t think it was possible but
you�ve found someone even more insane then you are. I�m sure the two of you
make quite the terror spreading duo.�


He leaned over her closer to her face, �Did you tell him about, us?�
He said next to her ear. When she refused to look at him, he grabbed her jaw and
forced her face towards his making her look at him. �Does he have any idea
what a little whore you are? Hmm? I�m sure it didn�t take you long to show
him.� He pushed her face away roughly as he stood up and began to pace
slightly. �You and I have
unfinished matters to attend to Jane. And I have no intention of handing you
over to anyone.�


Harley was deathly silent. She still didn�t talk to Crane, no matter
what. It wasn�t as though she didn�t know that both Crane and Scarecrow were
the same person. She wasn�t so foolish as to think they were different people.
But for some reason, speaking to the face of a Scarecrow and the face of a man
are two entirely separate matters.


�I doubt very much that the Joker will have any issues with what you
did Jane. But I do . . . and I promise you, you will pay for it.� He stood and
turned leaving out of the cell as the door was closed and it was locked back up.


He wasn�t referring to the murder charges she was brought in on, or her
escape, or even any of the trouble that she had caused at the asylum. No, this
was a personal matter strictly between him and her. It was obvious he still
harbored anger towards her for something that she had done, but it was
apparently something neither of them spoke of to anyone.

More Clues


Bruce Wayne sat in his study pouring through the files that he had taken
from Arkum where Harley was kept as a patient when Dr. Crane still ran the
institution. He had come across what seemed to be the personal journal or diary
of Crane and he was reading through it trying to piece together the clues of who
Harley really was.


He suddenly leaned forward focusing reading a specific passage he came
to, hardly believing what he read. Yet it was this passage that managed to piece
together a few things, such as what Dr. Crane�s interest was in experimenting
with Harley, and keeping her for his own private pet.

March 23


I was close to a breakthrough with my experimentation on the mental
aspect of human development when an unexpected opportunity arrived. It was just
the thing I needed to see if my theories were correct, and test them first hand.
I was very pleased with the readings and results that were coming from this
project, but once again, she has managed to ruin my research.


Earlier today, Jane was apparently let out of sight of the orderly I
specifically instructed to escort her to the mess hall and back. I do try not to
keep her locked up everyday. I�m not as cruel as all of that. Letting her eat
her meal with the rest of the population once or twice a week hasn�t been a
problem and seems to keep her from becoming to depressed. However, my trust was
given to easily.


When a search was conducted, she was found lying at the bottom of the
long stairway in the East Wing unconscious. Upon a physical medical examination
in the infirmary, what I suspected was confirmed. Jane had thrown herself down
the stairs on purpose. With her agility and balance, there was not a chance that
this was an accident.


And, much to my disappointment and dismay, she managed to succeed in her
endeavor and miscarried the baby. Not even I imagined that Jane was capable of
such an act, but she has proved me wrong most efficiently. It almost feels as
though she has stolen something from me, something she had no right to do. And
somehow I feel . . . . well, that doesn't matter. What's done, is done.


In conclusion, all of my work and research on this project was made
obsolete, and useless causing me to abort my attempts at genetic enhancements
during the earliest stages of human development. I suppose that if she had
carried the baby to term, people would have viewed me as a monster,
experimenting on my own child. Yet I�m not interested in what people think. My
work is important and valuable, and I don�t expect anyone to understand that.


As for Jane, I feel I have been to lenient with disciplinary actions to
this point. Otherwise she would not have done this. Although realizing that this
was a very unexpected pregnancy, she might have felt a sense of entitlement in
causing herself to miscarry. As a doctor, knowing what causes the creation of a
child, I realize perhaps I should have taken more caution with our after hours
sessions in my office . . . but what would really be the point of that? She�s
an unknown, and belongs to no one but me.


Tomorrow, when she is released from the care of the infirmary, a whole
new approach to my dealings with her will be put into place. I had others
selected for these human trials, but now, now I feel she�s the perfect
candidate.

            Bruce
had to stop a moment before rereading the entry. It seemed that Crane was even
more of a monster then he could have imagined. When Crane was taken into
custody, all the dirty laundry was aired out, and his experiments on the inmates
of Arkum were made public. However, the extent of the experiments on Harley
seemed to surpass the others in cruelty, and were not kept in the records with
all the rest. There had been no mention of these things anywhere except in
Crane�s private journals and diaries.

            �I
have a feeling Harley might be in more trouble then first thought.� Bruce said
to himself looking through the pages of scrawled handwriting.

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When Joker Met Harley

Joker�s Dilemma

Late Night Searches

Closed Off From Love

Alarming Surprises

Face to Face

Accusations

More Clues