When Harley becomes attached to the nurse, Lisbeth,who has kindly watched over her at Belle Reve, she begs Mr. J to let her keep Lisbeth when he comes to break her out.
Can things ever be the same between Harley and her Puddin, and will she realize...
Joker sat between Jonny and another goon, across the table from Dig and his men. The restaurant they were in was beautiful; Spanish music playing softly out of the speakers above them. Of course, it was one of Dig's best restaurants in Gotham and they had the place to themselves that evening; armed guards stood outside the door.
Dig leaned back in his chair, taking a drink from the wineglass in his hand, his eyes inspecting Joker. He didn't look the same today; he looked disheveled, stressed, unkempt; very un-Joker like.
"Well, J, I must say I was hoping you would be bringing little Nursery to our meeting tonight."
Joker let out a tight laugh. "Nursey is a little under the weather right now and needs to be in bed; my bed." He winked at Dig before signaling to the waiter for more wine.
Dig couldn't help but frown a little. "I hope there is nothing too seriously wrong with her."
"No, no. She is just still learning he place; you know how it is. Sometimes her punishments wear her out."
Dig leaned forward, anger flashing across his eyes. "I hope nothing permanent, J. I like Nursey's appearance as it is."
Joker leaned forward towards Dig, a grin lighting his face. "I may have left a scar or two but I really don't see that it is any of your concern; I don't see any progress being made in your search for Harley."
"Oh my friend!" Dig laughed, reigning in his anger and resting back in his chair again. "I did not call you here just to enjoy my chef's fabulous food!" He snapped his fingers and one of his men handed a picture to J.
J gripped the picture, emotions swirling all around his head and heart. He grit his teeth.
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His crazy, insane Harley looking so...normal. Her tattoos covered and her clothes respectable. She looked like she had gone back in time to when she was Dr. Quinzel.
And she was with that man....they were so close; their faces practically touching. He felt jealously boil over as he grabbed the knife next to his plate and stabbed the picture, anchoring the knife in the table.
Dig stared expressionless at this outburst of emotion. "This picture was taken in Portland, Oregon. We weren't able to get there in time but we are very close J. I would say a matter of days."
Joker looked up, his eyes full of rage. "I would hope so; I am growing impatient, Dig."
Dig knew better than to say anything when J was in this kind of mood so he just nodded and took another drink of wine. Joker followed suit and drank the rest of his wine in one gulp, motioning for more.
"I am glad you are enjoying my family's wine. I thought you would like this year. I know only the best for you." Dig put on a big smile.
J just nodded before looking at the picture one more time before pulling the knife out and ripping the picture before letting the pieces fall through his fingers to the floor.
Dig decided to take a chance; he couldn't deny that the relationship between Joker and Harley fascinated him."I have to be honest with you my friend; I never took you as a man to care so deeply about women. May I even be so bold as to say love?"
J let out a low growl, glaring at the man across from him. "Do not mistake obsession with love. I groom and shape women to be mine; to become what I desire. They invoke something inside of me: want, desire, craving, even obsession; But NEVER love." He looked over to the waiter with the wine, gesturing to just leave the whole bottle with him.
Dig had to hold back a grin. Drunk Joker was an interesting study for him, a piece of the madness dropped away and he could see flecks and bits of human emotion inside the clown.
Joker looked back over at Dig. "Don't tell me you love? With your harem of women around you?"
Dig laughed. "Oh, I do love, J! I love my wife deeply as well as each of my ladies. They all hold a special place here." He patted his heart. "I guess you could even say I love too much! That is why I need so many beauties around."
Joker couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle. "What does your lovely wife think about you spreading around all your love?"
"She has no problem with it! My wife loves my ladies too! She enjoys showing her own affection for them." He winked at J. "And she is quite excited for little Nursey to join our family!"
That was enough, J thought. He was getting too drunk for this. He wanted to just go home, break some stuff, maybe kill a goon or two and then snuggle up with HIS Nursey.
J stood up suddenly. "It has been a pleasure as always." He said with just a touch of sarcasm in his voice. "Please call me with any information about Harley." J grabbed the wine bottle and walked out of the restaurant, followed by his men.
As soon as she was out the door, Dig stood up, flipping the table over in anger. "I am so sick of that crazy bastard! Mateo needs to find his fucking Barbie so I can get the Nurse and cut all ties with him!!!" He started pacing the floor before whipping out his cell phone and dialing a number.
"He left and his on his way back home, I presume....Where is she??.....Unconscious?!? He had better not fucking kill her before I get a chance to have her!!....What is the damage?.....Get her alone and check then!!! I am starting to think you are worthless, little cousin! I put you in there for a reason, now do your fucking job!!!!"
He hung up the phone before flinging it across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.
