This is the sequel to "And to All a Good Night" and "Queen of Hearts". It has The Dark Knight Joker, but he acts a little more like the animated series Joker. :D Hope you like, read and review!

He was cursing a blue streak as he tossed the kid, Sammy, toward the driver's door. "Drive," he growled, the expression his face truly fearsome. The object in his arms whimpered, and he looked down in concern.

Her blue eyes stared up at him. "Puddin'?" she said, in a small, strained voice.

"You're gonna be okay, Harl," he said, glancing at the wound in her side oozing blood. Opening the back of the van, he laid her in gently. The engine started, but before he got in, he shot the three men who had been on the job with them. One of them had squealed to the cops, and the Joker didn't tolerate that. As they fell to the ground, he hopped in the back of the van and slammed the door, telling Sammy, "Take off!"

Grabbing a towel from the floor as the kid hit the gas and they took off to the sound of squealing tires, the Joker pressed it firmly against his harlequin's side.

She yelped and big tears leaked from her eyes. "That hurts," she moaned, trying to move his hands.

"Gotta stop the bleeding, pooh," he said, pressing harder. She winced and sniffed.

He cursed again, remembering the heist gone wrong. The cops had arrived within three minutes, and immediately started shooting. He knew it wasn't on a tip of the Bat-freak; he would have come barreling in himself. No, there had to be an informer. The only one he could count on totally besides Harl was Sammy. The kid was loyal, but he'd never tell him this. Bad for business when the hired help started to think better of themselves. So now he had to get new muscle. It was kinda astonishing at the rate he went through bullyboys.

Harley brought her gloved hand to her face, staring at the red liquid standing the material. "Am I gonna die?" she whispered.

"No," he growled. "We're gonna get you fixed up." He glanced up at the kid in the front seat, probably breaking the speed limit. "Head for Crane's place."

Sammy pushed the accelerator further down, turning down a side street. "Will he help?" he asked.

"He'd better," the Joker snarled. He'd make him well sorry if he didn't. Maybe he could carve his scarecrow mask into his face and see how he'd like it. He was quite good at doing that. The Joker licked his scarred mouth and grabbed another towel, placing it on top of the first one and pressing down hard. Harley started to leak tears again.

"You do know I'm not a doctor of medicine," Crane said scathingly as he started to work on the harlequin, who was thankfully unconscious due to a dose of anesthetic.

"We didn't exactly have time to stop by Gotham General and get a real doctor," the Joker snapped. "If you make any wrong moves –"

"I know, I know," Crane said, raising his hands. "I get drilled through the head." He resumed searching the wound for the bullet while the Joker turned his gun over and over in his hands.

"Found it," he said after a minute or two. The sound of something metallic plinking against glass filled the air. "Now I just have to sew her up."

"Do a good job."

Crane glanced at him through his rectangular lenses. "Why'd you only come in with the boy?"

"I shot the others," the Joker replied, fingering his gun.

"Informants?" Crane asked, needle moving skillfully.
The Joker grunted.

"The police are getting better," Crane shook his head, completing the line of stitches. He snipped the thread and grabbed the gauze, wrapping the wound. "I would advise against moving her, but I know you'll just ignore me." He walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Sticking his gun in his pocket, the Joker walked over to the bedside and touched her face, just for a moment while his back was turned. She looked so tired. That place inside his chest that the rare good feelings came from was aching right now because she was the one that stimulated the good feelings. But she wasn't going to die. It would be all right.

The door burst open, and Red 'n Itchy strode in. "HARL!" she exclaimed, running to the blonde's side.

Her shriek made the woman on the bed wake slightly. Her blue eyes fluttered open, and she winced. But her eyes fell on him, and she smiled, mumbling, "Puddin'." He felt extremely gratified she had said his name instead of Poison Plant's.

"Harley, you're going to be just fine," the redhead assured her. "Jon sewed you up just grand." Her gaze shot to Crane. "Didn't you?" she said, threateningly.

"Of course I did, Pamela," he said, slightly amused. He was wiping his hands with a towel because he had finally gotten all the blood off.

"Good," she said in a satisfied tone. She moved from Harley's bedside to Crane and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. He kissed her back.

The Joker stared.

"Y' didn' know 'at?" Harley slurred, surprised.

The Joker frowned. "Never mind, Pooh." He kissed her forehead and she smiled, drifting off to sleep again.