Path of the Joker Part 11 : Harley and the Bat!?

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Reader's POV

I lay in a bed at GCPD recovering from the incident with the Joker. I sat up, groaning at the amount of pain I was experiencing. As I sat up, I saw Harley walking up to me with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. I started freaking out,


"H-Harley!? St-Stay away from me!!"


"Hey hey hey!! It's alright! I'm not gonna hurtcha! B-man just asked me to give ya some water and pain killahs!"


She handed me two pills and the glass of water. I popped the pills in my mouth, but then at the corner of my eye I saw Bruce. Before I could say anything Harley screamed in excitment,


"Mistah B!!"


She jumped and hugged him, also planting a kiss on his lips, which he seemed to respond back to. My jaw dropped, and the pills fell out of my mouth. Bruce pulled away and came up to me and gave me the coldest stare possible,


"Get up."


"What? Where are we going?"


"Does it matter? You'll end up in the same place as the Joker anyway."


"Why are you so...?"


I sighed. "Nevermind."


I sat up and followed Bruce and Harley to a video room. Bruce lifted up a disk and looked me dead in the eye,


"This was launched into GCPD after you fell out of the window."


Harley walked up to me,


"I'm sorry to tell ya, but you've fallen into The Joker's game like I did. He doesn't care about cha. He just wants to know all about B-Man."


"I do know everything about the Batman. I've known him forever."


Harley looked at me. She just stared until Bruce snapped her outta it. How could Bruce fall for someone like... Like... LIKE HARLEY!?!


Harley's POV

I stared at (Y/n) and looked deep into her mind. How could Mistah B fall for someone like her? She's so... Plain. Boring. He needs trouble! Excitement! In fact how could Mistah J even think of using her, he could have done better. Bruce called me and I snapped outta my thoughts. I turned around to come face to face with the bat, his blue eyes stared at me... I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, for crying out loud, I don't even know who he is. But... If (Y/n) knows... I need to find out.

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