Patching Up Junior
It was a rare time, the Joker sleeping (or distracted) - as much as he ever did - Harley had washed off the grease paint, put on some of her own music quietly in the background and started the job of patching up Junior, wearing clothes that almost looked normal. A shirt with a clown face on it and a pair of baggy pants with a draw string. She had this little red nightie she liked to wear for Mistah J, but that wasn't for Junior. Not at all.
She knew this had to be done. They were saving their son from Bats. After all, what kind of life was that for a kid? Putting on a mask and running over rooftops. It wasn't right! He deserved so much better. And they'd be such a happy family.
Harley was cleaning some wounds and using some bandages. She also had some morphine handy and a clean syringe to administer it with. She had knocked over that pharmacy for a reason, after all.
She had known what all she would need.
"Are you in a lotta pain, Junior?" Harley asked, no happy chirping to her voice, but something almost like concern. "We're only doing this because we love you. I wish we didn't have to... but it will all be okay soon."
She knew this had to be done. They were saving their son from Bats. After all, what kind of life was that for a kid? Putting on a mask and running over rooftops. It wasn't right! He deserved so much better. And they'd be such a happy family.
Harley was cleaning some wounds and using some bandages. She also had some morphine handy and a clean syringe to administer it with. She had knocked over that pharmacy for a reason, after all.
She had known what all she would need.
"Are you in a lotta pain, Junior?" Harley asked, no happy chirping to her voice, but something almost like concern. "We're only doing this because we love you. I wish we didn't have to... but it will all be okay soon."