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Harley had had a rough day.
They had once again captured Batman, and once again he had escaped. Once again, her pudden' had thrown a fit, and once again, he had been locked away in Arkam.
She knew she should be devising some way to get him back, but she just couldn't concentrate on it. It seemed like they were caught in an endless loop, and right now she was stuck in the hardest part. Something had to change.
So Harley did what she usually did, got out her secret computer and started playing nyancat, to soothe her nerves, absently stroking the spot where he had last hit her, as if fervently remembering a kiss.
Soon it was morning, and Harley had done virtually nothing but watch the poptart-cat eat candies and gummies.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
It was sneaky and she knew Mr. J wouldn't like it, but she just knew she had to try. It was for his own good. With that thought, Harley got to work, furiously working through idea after idea, occasionally taking breaks to cook up some treats for later, until finally (three weeks later), she had the 'perfect plan', and everything she needed to put it into action.
She took the last baked good out of the oven, and then left, locking the hyena's in their cages, and tucking a round object under her shirt. Soon she was in a rowboat, steadily aproahing Arkham, she could tell by the combination of screams and laughs. She loosely tied the boat at the hidden dock, and snuck into Arkham. With the object still tucked under her shirt, Harley apeared for all the world pregnant, and silently, the other inmates Catcalled her. She ignored them, crawled into a grate, and shuffled along, until she reached the heart of Arkham. Pausing for a moment, she listened, waiting to hear his voice.
Suddenly, a mad cackling burst through the silence,
" You know, I could've sworn Harley'd come before now,"
she heard one of the guards mumble.
Harley smiled, that was what she had been waiting for.
Swiftly, she rolled the ball onto the ground, and it slowly rolled on, towards the guards. Harley climbed back into the air duct, she would only have one shot for this to work. As it reached the guards, the ball swiveled to a stop, revealing a lit fuse. There was a smiley face crudely painted onto the side, and one of the guards threw his coffee onto the bomb, trying to put out the fuse. It didn't work, and the fuse burned down furiously, until there was barely anything left. They all held her breath, and silently waited for it to explode, except Harley. The fuse got so small it fell in, and then a rod was thrust out of the hole. A flag on the rod unrolled, and it simply said, "Gotcha". Quickly, Harley sprung through the grate, landing on top of one of the unsuspecting guards. Pulling her mask up to cover her mouth, she unleashed a can of Mr. J's gas, and the last guard couldn't help but laugh himself to death.
In a moment, the fog seemed to be disapated, and Harley blew the glass wall of the jail off. Mr. J came out, and could say only,
"Harley...."
before he too sucumbed to the gas. Swiftly, Harley picked him up, draping him over her shoulder, and (using a hand to keep her shirt firmly in place, nninja-style) snuck out of the Asylum. She loaded him into the boat, and rowed them both back home, back to their lair. At last they were home, and Harley layed him on the couch.
Instantly, his eyes flickered open, and he tried to sit up, coughing. Harley slyly grabbed one of the treats, and held it behind her back, waiting for him to speak,
"Harley! What was that?" he harshly yelled,
and tried to prop himself up a bit more. Hurriedly, Harley procurred the treat she had grabbed, and asked, innocently,
"Puddin' Pudden'?"
They had once again captured Batman, and once again he had escaped. Once again, her pudden' had thrown a fit, and once again, he had been locked away in Arkam.
She knew she should be devising some way to get him back, but she just couldn't concentrate on it. It seemed like they were caught in an endless loop, and right now she was stuck in the hardest part. Something had to change.
So Harley did what she usually did, got out her secret computer and started playing nyancat, to soothe her nerves, absently stroking the spot where he had last hit her, as if fervently remembering a kiss.
Soon it was morning, and Harley had done virtually nothing but watch the poptart-cat eat candies and gummies.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
It was sneaky and she knew Mr. J wouldn't like it, but she just knew she had to try. It was for his own good. With that thought, Harley got to work, furiously working through idea after idea, occasionally taking breaks to cook up some treats for later, until finally (three weeks later), she had the 'perfect plan', and everything she needed to put it into action.
She took the last baked good out of the oven, and then left, locking the hyena's in their cages, and tucking a round object under her shirt. Soon she was in a rowboat, steadily aproahing Arkham, she could tell by the combination of screams and laughs. She loosely tied the boat at the hidden dock, and snuck into Arkham. With the object still tucked under her shirt, Harley apeared for all the world pregnant, and silently, the other inmates Catcalled her. She ignored them, crawled into a grate, and shuffled along, until she reached the heart of Arkham. Pausing for a moment, she listened, waiting to hear his voice.
Suddenly, a mad cackling burst through the silence,
" You know, I could've sworn Harley'd come before now,"
she heard one of the guards mumble.
Harley smiled, that was what she had been waiting for.
Swiftly, she rolled the ball onto the ground, and it slowly rolled on, towards the guards. Harley climbed back into the air duct, she would only have one shot for this to work. As it reached the guards, the ball swiveled to a stop, revealing a lit fuse. There was a smiley face crudely painted onto the side, and one of the guards threw his coffee onto the bomb, trying to put out the fuse. It didn't work, and the fuse burned down furiously, until there was barely anything left. They all held her breath, and silently waited for it to explode, except Harley. The fuse got so small it fell in, and then a rod was thrust out of the hole. A flag on the rod unrolled, and it simply said, "Gotcha". Quickly, Harley sprung through the grate, landing on top of one of the unsuspecting guards. Pulling her mask up to cover her mouth, she unleashed a can of Mr. J's gas, and the last guard couldn't help but laugh himself to death.
In a moment, the fog seemed to be disapated, and Harley blew the glass wall of the jail off. Mr. J came out, and could say only,
"Harley...."
before he too sucumbed to the gas. Swiftly, Harley picked him up, draping him over her shoulder, and (using a hand to keep her shirt firmly in place, nninja-style) snuck out of the Asylum. She loaded him into the boat, and rowed them both back home, back to their lair. At last they were home, and Harley layed him on the couch.
Instantly, his eyes flickered open, and he tried to sit up, coughing. Harley slyly grabbed one of the treats, and held it behind her back, waiting for him to speak,
"Harley! What was that?" he harshly yelled,
and tried to prop himself up a bit more. Hurriedly, Harley procurred the treat she had grabbed, and asked, innocently,
"Puddin' Pudden'?"
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