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When Joker Met Harley	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 5448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Drug Effects


The doctor stood with the commissioner in Harley�s room, updating her
vitals and such. �We ran all of her tests and the result that came back was
both horrifying and disturbing.� He opened each of her eyes one at a time,
before writing in her chart. �We found a number of toxins in her blood. A drug
that as far as I know isn�t in production anywhere, and wouldn�t be even if
it at a patient.� The doctor explained.


�What do you mean?� The Commissioner asked. �Has she been doing
illegal drugs that put her in this state?� He questioned.


�We found several needle marks in her skin, on her arms, legs, and
lower back. Someone has been injecting her with these substances, like she was
nothing more then a lab rat. We�ve put her on dialyses to help cleanse her
blood of the substances so that prolonged exposure won�t cause damage to her
kidney�s or liver.� The doctor put his pen back in his pocket. �It�s
more of a precaution then anything. I have to admit, that I have no idea what
these drugs are doing to her, or why they were injected into her blood stream to
begin with. But I can tell you that whatever it is, it�s meant for her mental
state. These substances we�ve identified are contained in the sort of drugs
that are used to treat the mentally ill.�

�She has an extensive history of mental illness. It doesn�t seem to
unreasonable that those type of drugs would be in her system?� Gordon
observed.


�These quantities? She would have not only had to have the injections
in the past few days, but any doctor who would give any patient this much of
these sorts of controlled substances, would have their license revoked and be
spending quite a number of years in jail.� The doctor explained.


Gordon sighed as he looked at Harley who was still quite unconscious in
the medical bed. �It doesn�t matter what she did, . . . no one deserves this
sort of treatment for any reason.�


�Torture would be the only reason for this kind of thing,
Commissioner.�

Hideout Woes


Crane stood outside the door of the cell that Harley had been kept in as
it was opened. When he stepped inside, he found the broken binds scattered on
the floor, and the grate that had been covering the overhead vent left on the
bed. He frowned as he turned and went back outside.


�You were supposed to be guarding her!� He shouted at the ones who
were left behind to watch her.


�Yes sir . . .we were, we never heard a sound. We thought she was in
there the whole time.�


�You didn�t check? What sort of idiot doesn�t check on what he�s
guarding?!� He roared.


�She couldn�t be far away, I�m sure we can find her.� The other
guard said quickly in an attempt to appease his angry boss. However Crane
grabbed him by the collar.


�You don�t get it do you? She was the test run for the drug that
we�ve been producing. I was using her to test out the new substance as well as
the antidote. Now she�s gone . . . and I haven�t finished my tests . . . and
she hasn�t been reprogrammed yet!!

Attending Resident


Another doctor who had the night shift stood over Harley, updating her
condition on the chart and taking a few notes. He paused a moment feeling as
though someone was watching him, before glancing over towards the darkened side
of the room. Then he went back to writing in Harley�s chart. �You really
shouldn�t be here. As far as I know you�re public enemy number 1 now.� The
doctor said.


�I need to know what she was injected with, and what the effects of the
drugs were.� The Batman said not wasting any time.


�We don�t know. All we have is a list of substances that we found in
her blood. A few that we weren�t familiar with.� He admitted. �We�ve
decided it�s best to simply keep her asleep until we can find out more, and
monitor her closely.�


�Did a professional do this to her?� He asked in his low gruff voice.


�I couldn�t imagine anyone else being able to. They had to be someone
with medical knowledge to get their hands on controlled substances like these,
not to mention administering them.� The doctor speculated.


�Wouldn�t waking her up be the best way to find out what was done to
her, and by whom?� Batman�s low gruff voice inquired.


�We don�t know what waking her up will do to her at this point. She
was experiencing severe pain and very hysterical when she was brought in. I�ve
never seen someone stay awake as long as she did once she was injected with the
sedative. It�s as if she was afraid to close her eyes.� The doctor turned
and pulled the cover over the young woman a bit better, �No, it�s better if
we just leave her this way. Besides . . .� When he turned he found that he was
quite alone, except for Harley who was asleep in the bed. The doctor arched a
brow at the way the Batman seemed to dematerialize and vanish.

Keeping Up Appearances


The Joker was getting impatient. As much as it was interesting and
entertaining to him, the idea of this new drug that Scarecrow had devised,
Harley was still his first and foremost thought. Even if he wasn�t thinking
about it really, he was doing this for Harley. Just so he could see her again.


He was getting less and less amused with the Scarecrows experiments that
they were now performing on random homeless that were snatched off the street
for human trials. The one card that he no longer had in his deck was of the red
and black Harlequin. That card he kept in his breast coat pocket. Finding
himself taking it out every now and again and looking at it.


Even though he and Scarecrow were working together, for now, it was quite
apparent that they didn�t like each other in the least bit. Crane knew that
the Joker and Harley had become lovers since the time they had escaped from
Arkum. And the Joker, knowing that the Scarecrow was in fact the Doctor Crane
who once owned the insane asylum and had been Harley�s doctor.


They had a tolerance for each other, but it was a small tolerance. They
needed each other for the time being, but as soon as that changed, things would
become much different.

Media Drawbacks


Scarecrow and several of his men pulled up in the parking lot of the
hospital surveying the scene. It was a hospital that was equipped with a
security wing, and there was no doubt that was where Harley was being kept.


�I don�t like the looks of this boss, not with all those cop cars and
guards walking about.� The man driving the car said.


�Well . . . I guess you should have thought of that, before you let her
get away.� Scarecrow said giving the man a look. �Just consider yourself
lucky that the media doesn�t know when to keep things under wraps and when not
to broadcast such explicit details.� He looked back at the building.
�Freedom of the press . . . an excellent source of information, no matter what
side your on.�


Inside the hospital, a young nurse was checking Harley�s vitals and
updating her charts as she made her rounds. It was late. Almost 3 am. Harley had
been in custody for almost a week before the media got wind of it and instantly
broadcasted it all over the airways. Against the Mayor and the Commissioners
wishes.


This being the case, a double guard was put on Harley�s room, and daily
tests were given to see if the substances were diminishing enough to where they
could wake her safely.


Needless to say, the approach to breaking in and taking Harley was less
then subtle. Crane having worked in secured hospital environments before, knew
that if any sort of Alarm was sounded, Harley�s room would be the first to be
locked down. She was a high priority and high profile prisoner.


Instead of being knocked out, or sprayed with fear toxin, every person
they came across was instantly and quietly taken out, there bodies pulled out of
sight by their killers and the small unit of men continued.


A systems expert quickly went to work on the electronic lock as soon as
they came to Harley�s door. The other men set up a small perimeter around the
room, making sure no one came by or sounded the alarm. Finally, the door
unlocked and Scarecrow and three of the men went inside. Two of them moved to
the far side of the room and began setting charges on the wall.


Scarecrow sighed as he looked over the machines that Harley was hooked up
to. The dailies machine would have no doubt cleansed her blood of the majority
of the substance he had injected her with, but he was somewhat sure that the
effects on her mind hadn�t been altered. He went to work turning off the
machines and detaching them from her body. Then everyone moved back out of the
way as the charges were blown and the wall exploded and crumbled exposing the
room to the outside.


Within seconds, a van pulled up outside of the hole in the building and
the five men jumped in with Harley before speeding off with the screech of
tires.

Irritations


Crane moved quickly, injecting Harley with several substances. One of the
men standing nearby finally decided to say something. �What�s the rush?�
He asked, �We�ve got her now, and no one knows where we are.�


�You think we�re the only ones in Gothom that watches the news?� He
said rubbing the spot on her body where he had just injected a fluid. �Not
only does everyone know that she was in the hospital, by now the entire Eastern
seaboard is aware that she�s been taken.� Crane tossed aside the syringe, as
he pressed his fingers against her neck monitoring her pulse. �The Joker
won�t be in the dark. He�ll know about this. I can just about guarantee that
we beat him to the punch with retrieving her. That�s not going to put him in a
particularly good mood.�


�Not even he can find us here. It�s the last place anyone would
look.� His henchmen stated. Crane checked Harley�s eyes and it seemed what
he had been waiting for had finally arrived.


�Leave us.� He said in a stern tone. The man instantly did as he was
told and left the room closing the door behind him.


Crane bent down over Harley looking at her face a moment. �Open your
eyes.� As soon as he said it, her eyes snapped open. They seemed to have a
glossy distant look in them. Like she was sleep walking. He smiled, seeing that
it had worked. �We have very little time, and a volume of things to adjust.�

Stand Offs


The Joker had finally had enough with the little games that Crane was
playing. It had been somewhat amusing for a while, but it quickly lost its
charm. The good doctor had mistakenly thought himself in charge of all
operations and that the Joker himself was nothing more then hired muscle.


The Scarecrow arrived at the facility where his new drug was being made,
to check on progress and see that everything was on schedule. However when he
entered the building, it was far from what he had expected to see.


There was a large pile of dead bodies in the corner, and the few
surviving men were sitting on the floor, surrounded by men in Clown masks
holding guns, ready to fire. Scarecrow sighed slightly as he looked at the
Joker. �Frankly, I�m surprised it took this long.� He stated.


The Joker was going through the equipment and objects that were on the
counter. �You know,� he began. �I am a man of my word, and so I�ve held
up my end of our little arrangement. But after weeks of providing you with
pretty much everything you�ve asked for, you still haven�t managed to come
up with the one thing I required for this little business venture.� Suddenly,
before Scarecrow�s men could do anything, the Joker lunged out and grabbed his
face, holding a knife pressed against his face.


Reaching up he tore off his mask, and returned to gripping his head. The
others that were with him were instantly surrounded by the Jokers thugs and made
to drop their weapons.


�What is it with this city and the masked freaks that roam the streets?
Hmmm? You, Batman . . . I almost half expect to see the KKK walking around in
their bed sheets next.� Scarecrow starred at the Joker, his blue eyes fixed on
his. �Do you want to know how I got these scars?� He asked, indicating the
ones on either side of his mouth. �Hmm?� He said pressing the knife against
Scarecrows neck.


�Your delusional flights of fancy don�t interest me.� Crane
answered clinching his jaw. The Joker gave him a sarcastic look of intimidation.


�Well, I have a feeling that you�re going to end up having quite a
volume of �flights of fancy� yourself, from now on.� Joker said before he
started to laugh sadistically. He started to move his knife to cut up Crane�s
face when he was suddenly, thrown back away falling to the ground. Before he
could react his knife was kicked out of his hand, and a foot came hard across
his jaw, landing him on the floor again. The other men were quickly disarmed as
well, knocked unconscious, allowing Scarecrows men to take up their weapons once
more.


Shaking his head he sat up, but suddenly froze in place as his eyes
caught a glimpse of the female form standing over him. It was a pair of green
eyes, set into an expressionless face of a young woman dressed in black. He
could hardly believe it, �Harley?� He said in awe.


She didn�t respond, and she seemed like a completely different person.
Crane half smiled as he snapped his fingers. Harley instantly turned and
walked back to him, standing beside the doctor. �Your precious Harley is gone.
This is Jane.� He said wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her body
against him. �My assistant.�


The Joker stood from where he was, his eyes fixed on Harley. �You have
no idea how massive a mistake you�ve made.� He told Crane darkly. �And you
. . .� He said still looking at Harley, �You�ll find out soon enough what
betraying me gets you.�

Bad News In Gothom


Bruce Wayne starred at the TV screens listening to all the different news
reports of the break out at the hospital. Since no one had any sort of report
about a madman with a startlingly demonic laugh or face paint, it was clear
enough who had taken her. Not to mention held her in captivity to begin with.


He had a bad feeling that Gothom was about to become a war zone. Criminal
pitted against criminal and he doubted that any of them would care about
civilians or show mercy to anyone who got in the way.


�All of this over a girl?� Bruce said allowed shaking his head.
�How can one little girl cause all of this trouble?� He said in disbelief.


�You above all people should know how that can be, Master Wayne.�
Bruce hadn�t heard Alfred come in and had been more or less talking to
himself. Yet he didn�t mind when Alfred had something to offer. �For ages
women have been some of the downfalls of the most powerful nations and cities of
the world. Such as Helen of Troy, or Cleopatra, or even Joan of Arc.�


�Harley is hardly a comparison to any of those, Alfred.� Bruce
countered thinking that to be quite obvious.


�Not to you sir, no. But in the minds of the criminals whom she has
bewitched, she might very well be their whole world. They could be willing to
destroy, kill, or even die for her. As the Joker himself has already
demonstrated.� He pointed out.


�I don�t think either one of them feels that way about her. I think
they consider her as property, and dislike the notion that anything is taken
away from them.� Bruce said.


�I wouldn�t pretend to understand the minds of lunatics and madmen,
Master Wayne. But regardless of their reasons, Miss Harley seems to be the
key.�

Complications


Harley monitored the loading of the drugs that had been manufactured,
making sure that everything was going smoothly as Crane had instructed her to
do. It wasn�t long before all of it was packed and ready to go. Then they went
to work destroying evidence and whatever equipment had been left behind.


When Harley was walking down a corridor, she paused a moment and started
to shake from head to toe. However she quickly shook herself a bit to snap
herself out of it, even though she felt sick and dizzy. Taking a breath she
started to continue walking down the hallway.


Yet the shaking hit a second time and soon turned into full convulsions
as she fell to the floor. Two men who had been at the other end of the hallway
saw her, and ran to aid her and shouted out for Crane.


Moments later, Crane appeared in the Hallway and kneeled down beside
Harley checking her pulse and opening each of her eyes. Taking a syringe, he
quickly pulled off the cap and injected it into her neck. Slowly, her convulsing
seemed to subside and her body began to relax.


�The chemicals in her brain are still trying to adjust themselves.�
Crane said looking at her eyes again.


�Is this something that happens with the drugs?� One man said.


�No. Jane has been altered with several different sort of
treatments.� He glanced up at the man. �She�s more useful as an obedient
assistant, then an obstinate mill stone.� He stood up, �Take her somewhere
to rest.�


The men nodded and picked her up from the floor, taking her with them as
instructed. Crane watched as she was carried away.

The Joker Went Wild


�CRANE!?!?!� He shouted throwing all of her things in their room
about, shattering glass, tearing up clothing and pictures, using a knife to
shred her teddy bear. �All this time, ALL THIS TIME!!!� He shouted as he
continued to rampage through his and what used to be Harley�s room. Nothing
was left untouched, everything was destroyed beyond recognition.


Finally his rampage slowed, as he tired himself out with his anger and
fury. He stopped taking a few deep breaths. Then he straightened up and sighed.
Walking over to the beside table, he kicked a bit of debris out of the way. Then
he threw open the drawer and took out a gun �My beautiful Harley . . .� He
said checking to make sure it was fully loaded, �I have no choice now but to
put you out of my misery.� He started to chuckle, and then broke out into
full-blown laugher.

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When Joker Met Harley

Drug Effects

Hideout Woes

Keeping Up Appearances

Media Drawbacks

Irritations

Stand Offs

Bad News In Gothom

Complications

The Joker Went Wild