Batman Withdrawl Syndrome [Harley]

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Joker was bored. He sat in the Big Top, upon his Liar's Chair; head cocked to onside and rested on a clenched fist supported by a gangly arm. Batman was gone, he was sure of it. The Bat hadn't tried to stop any of his plans for months and the Boy Blunder and Batgirl didn't even bother to poke their pointy heads out of their stinky cave at any sign of trouble. Spinning a card in his left hand as he sat, possibilities explaining Batsy's disappearance kept springing to mind. The Feds had him, He was dead, He left Gotham, He was working under a new alias or He just didn't care anymore. All didn't seem right, something was definitely a miss when he didn't show at the possibility of murder and torture befalling an innocent. Joker sighed and realised something of his own. He missed him. He missed Batman. He actually felt, sad.

Dismissing this thought immediately, Joker sprung to his feet. Dropping the card as he did so, the trademark six gun he kept on the inside of his jacket pocket whipped into the light, shimmering and gleaming. Aiming blindly into the gloom in front of him, Joker fired three shots, not necessarily giving a damn where the hit. After the ricochet noises ringing around the circus tent had ended, he spoke allowing the gun to fall clumsily to his side.

"Bored"
Joker's moulded into a depressive look, he cried out to Harley as if he were upset child crying out for his mother.

"Harley. Harley? Haaaaaaaaaarrrrlllleeeeeeeeeeeeeey" He wined. "I'm bored" Grumpily, Joker slumped back into the chair, let the six gun fall to his side and placed the clenched fist firmly back into his cheek.

"Not fair. Where is he? He's not allowed to just go gallivanting off like this, what am I supposed to do now?"

He looked around the room for an answer, which he didn't find. He huffed and puffed to himself and cried out for Harley once more, this time a stroppy teenager rebelling against his father.

"Harley! I'm bored!" 

[harley]

Harley was busy tidying their hideout. Just because it was a place for criminals didn't mean that it had to look like it. All it needed was a woman's touch, and Harley was just the woman for the job. In their bedroom, Harley was picking up the random mess on the floor. A few bullets, playing cards and a few of Harley's clothes. It wasn't the messiest room in the hideout, but it was a good enough place to start. Harley enjoyed cleaning, it would hopefully please Joker and get her in his good graces. Being on Joker's good side was always Harley's number one priority. It wouldn't matter what it took, if he gave her even a hint of affection it would send her into a state of euphoria that had no equal.

As she was almost done in their bedroom, Harley heard the unmistakeable sound of gunshots and then Joker calling her name, repeatedly. Before he had even finished calling her name name the first time, Harley dropped the mess in her hands and began heading towards Joker. "Coming puddin'!" she shouted before skipping in search of the Joker, although she was pretty certain where he would be.

Just as she suspected, Joker was in the main area of their hideout, slumped in his chair. Seeing him looking as sad as he did, Harley quickened the pace, almost running, to get to the man she loved. As she approached the chair, she slowed down.

"Is everythin' okay, Mistah J?" she asked with a frown, tilting her head.

Harley sat on the arm of Joker's chair and leaned backwards, over his lap. "Ya wanna do somethin'? We can go rob a bank! Or go steal some pretties!" she suggested enthusiastically as she stroked his arm. If there was one thing she hated, it was seeing The Joker upset and that was just how he appeared to be. No matter what it took, Harley was going to make him feel like his old self. Although Joker wasn't a fan of Batman's apparent absence, Harley was loving the time spent with him without having to fight with Bats or any of his 'Brat Family'.

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The Joker gave an indecisive moan. Committing crimes wasn't the same when no-one showed up to try and stop you. It wasn't challenging, it didn't get the blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing. It was just...easy. And for The Joker; easy equalled boring.

"But it's not the same" Joker complained. "It's not the same when you can just walk into a bank vault, shoot some guards and walk back out again. You need stimulation, a challenge, an enemy! Without that..." The Joker stared deep into Harley's mesmerising eyes. "Well, crime has no punchline." 

He stood up, opened his arms standing as if he were the statue of Christ, high on a hill in Rio de Janerio. "Without Batman, all this has no meaning. Without Batman, we are worthless. Without Batman, there's no you Harley dear. And worse of all, without Batman, there's no me..."

The Joker didn't care if he was letting out too many emotions, he missed Batman more than ever and he wasn't particularly bothered about who knew it. He sighed once more and let his arms fall by his side. "And we all know what a miserable and horribly depressing place the world would be without me in it don't we?" He turned to look at Harley. He stared deep into her eyes and looked longingly at her beautiful blonde hair. He caressed her delicate frame with his eyes and for a second, a brief and fleeting second, he remembered why he fell in love with her.

What the he'll was happening to him?! Missing Batman? Declaring an actual emotional LOVE for Harley?! He was getting soft in his old age! Joker dismissed all his thoughts and raised his six gun once more, firing the remaining shots into the wall.

"Bored" He moaned.