Inside the cold silence of his fortress of chaos, The Joker, King Of Gotham City and not in his usual attitude. There he stays, sitting on the floor, pistol in hand. The king wouldn't move a muscle, seemingly defeated as if he were robbed by his sense of ruthlessness because his queen, Harley Quinn was not here. Not by his side, not by her king and he felt wrong. The kind of wrong that he hadn't felt in a long time during the cruel times of his once mysterious past life. He mourned for her like a pitiful fool that couldn't think or move for himself but who could blame him? It's a never a day unusual that people missed someone unless if you're a psychotic anti-social freak like Joker. From the looks in his room, he had taken out his frustrations with his pistol and threw many things around. There he was now, looking down at the very floor he and Harley's good times be when they're alone. All of his good times were with Harley, more than just good to him, they were all he needed when he has her by his side. He remembers everything they've done together in their relationship and wonder how he ever felt so lucky in this fragile city, the fragile world no less?

When J hears his door open he immediately points his pistol forward at the person who came in. It was Johnny Frost who was his right hand and, in a sense his friend. He besides Harley was someone he could trust with information, weapons, etc. Frost sits on the steps in front of his boss, looking at him seeing J drew a smile around his mouth and what he believed he saw tear stains in his eyes but knew better to look for a long time and let it go by giving his boss his full attention. Joker asks "Where is she?" in a growling raspy voice. "Its complex. It's not just her, everybody's disappearing." Frost said. Joker was listening but he hated long chit chats. Hated just the talking, felt why they're not moving now? He was moaning and groaning, moving his head and body in circling and tired motion but still listened for Harley's sake. "Word has it that there's this new law, where if you're a bad enough bad guy...they stamp "terrorist" on your jacket." "And then they send you to this swamp in Louisiana." "A black site called Belle Reve, that's where she is." Frost finished. "Belle Reve...worst than Arkham and Blackgate combined." "I never should've left her in that car at the fucking river..." Joker spoke as he growled again and pointed his pistol on his head, tapping his temple a few times with the gun before saying "I need her here Frost." "I must have her, another day without her...drains me with nothing but...boredom." Joker wouldn't let anyone else but only Frost and Harley know how much she meant to him. It killed J for him to tell himself this but what else could his brain and heart do other than that? He was a ruthless crime lord, King of Gotham and the most dangerous of all the worst people to mess with and here he is carving for his missing love, wondering what she's going through right now. "Boss, you say the word and we're there. We are going to find her. So, what are we doing?" Frost asked. Joker thinks for a second until he speaks saying "Bring the car around...we're going for a drive." J then lays down, he's in a circle of weapons of his mass destruction. Guns, knives and etc. Roses were also there with laptops and strange enough baby clothes. He lies there cackling as loud as he could, by the end of his laughing, he gives a brief cry of agony all smiles.

Later in the evening, J gets dressed in a golden suit with black pants. On his way out he sees Frost with his second Purple Lamborghini in the passenger seat, J gets inside and asks "What do you got?" in a grim voice and then Frost takes out two folders. "Belle Reve. Over the top no bullshit prison." "Guarded by only the best. Second best anyway." Frost said. "Its facility is almost as secure as Arkham. Now the asshole that runs the guards, Griggs, he's a first class wannabe tough guy who runs the inmates." "And it says here that this asshole has had more problems from your woman, boss." Joker growled at this with ill intent. "Where is this Griggs now, assuming he's in town?" "Any ideas?" Joker asked. "At a night casino, off the network since it can't be shut down due to blues being their best customers for whores and junkie drugs." Frost said seriously. "Got dirt on him though, he's a black hole when it comes to gambling money, pretty sure he owes a hell of a lot more money to the casino boss. The Jamaicans run it." Frost finished. J didn't say anything right away for he was in thought of his beloved and toxic queen, he missed how she would make him feel like relaxed and aroused. She was his drug as he was hers and no doubt they both were watering at the mouth for them to taste each other once again, for now he would taste displeasure, anger and his own metal choppers. "Call the casino's head honcho and tell him he and I both have business with this Griggs. Tell him, I have a queen in need of retrieving and I'm looking to collect my own little...information snitch." Joker said waving his hand around before then saying "I believe $900K should be the proper motivation of business." And Frost quickly speed dialed the casino to put the word out, a leverage from his early days working there long before working with Joker now. Joker already informed his men to rob a bank before he planned this. As J starts the engine to the car he just drives fast, eyes on the road but not really paying attention to the road with Frost quickly fastening his seat-belt and holding on the handle for his life. J would usually do this when thinking about things, which he was doing right now as he recalled the moment he and Harley were talking in Arkham once again before he decided to escape.

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Flashback

Joker was very pleased to see Harleen like she promised before. She in his eyes was someone who understood him unlike the rest of the workers here who sought him as the waste of humanity. "Doctor Quinzel...you know I live for these moments with you." He said flirting with her and she replies after giggling saying "Thank you J." Joker grins and Harleen blushes. J notices that she has a stuffed toy in hand.

The Joker: Is that for me?

Harleen Quinzel: Umm-Hmm.

The Joker: What do you got?

Harleen Quinzel: I got you a kitty!

The Joker (Grinning) : So thoughtful.

Harleen gives the stuffed kitty to Joker who takes it with his mouth due to being in the straight jacket and drops it in his lap. "You know Doctor, you seem to shine during these days, yet you seem...unmotivated." Joker said. "H-How you figure?" She asked nervously. "The depression gives it away..." J said. Harleen knew Joker was right. "Sorry if I do seem a little off." She said. "Oh...there's nothing with being...off. It's done glamorous times for myself." "Come now, have a heart to heart talk with Daddy." Joker said. Harleen smiled while switching into slight frowns. "Well, I keep hearing whispers...about me. People...the other workers and even half of...the inmates are saying things behind me calling...calling me your whore." "They say that I even would get these times with you only to fool around with the clown." Harleen said sadly. "Oh their just jealous." "Jealous of our friendship. See their not quite like you my dear." "So in fact we're not so very different." Joker said grinning. "We're not?" She asked. "Nope. See," he starts but then gets closer leaning over the table and inviting her to do the same with a motion of his head and continues "we both crave, long and...understand what means to...live. Someone to fully appreciate and comprehend your efforts and take notice of the gift you have towards others. Yours is to help poor fools, and mine is to show them all their true selves." Their true smiles. Show them how the world really is." Joker said hypnotizing her mind and heart. Their faces close to one another, switching sides from left and right as their noses and mouths almost touch. "Yeah. I always wanted that from other people, my peers, my parents. But they seemed to mind other things than me. They didn't stay in touch with me after that." Harleen admitted. "I say to hell with them. They don't fully know what they had and I doubt they hardly cared if you were gone. But not like me, for I believe you are to be a treasure." "Are you my treasure?" Joker asked as Harleen nodded and caressed his face. "I like to think your eyes are my treasure Mr. J. I like the color they are. Like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light." Harleen said and Joker cackled at her way of flirting.

Harleen Quinzel: (Laughing) Yeah, sorry if that sounded dumb. It was from Aristocats?

The Joker: Oh-no I thank you, Doctor. For the moment I thought I was the only one who noticed. And I do love that film by the way.

They stare at one another for a few minutes but Harleen breaks it by fixing her hair and glasses until Joker speaks again.

The Joker: You know, there is something you can do for me, Doctor.

Harleen Quinzel: A-Anything- I mean yeah!

Joker's grins turns serious showing his metal grilled teeth and he says "I need a machine gun." Harleen didn't know what to say, feel or react for it took a few seconds for her to find words until she did. "A machine gun?" She asked. "I know what you're thinking, this could possibly get you in serious of trouble but really...what's trouble if it's not fun? You shouldn't really care what these idiots here try and make you like they all do to me. See in the end...we decide who we are. And we're not normal because well...Normal's a setting on a dryer. We don't get normal but who wants that anymore? I actually prefer the uncanny and loop holing that is the chaotic way of a life. I think you and I Doctor, can have those fun times with one another. But, alas I can understand if you wish to not- Joker was interrupted when Harleen spoke "No, no, no!" It's just that...no one's ever told me to get a gun, let alone a machine gun considering you know, I had never touched one." She finished.

Harleen Quinzel: You're right. While it could have a affect on my job here, like you said...I like to help poor souls here. Mostly you. And, you know I'd do anything for you, right?

The Joker: I know that. And I appreciate that. That's why I'm hoping, hoping... you could do me just a little... itsy bitsy favor.

Harleen and Joker stare at each other again for a few seconds this time. "Okay, Mr. J." She said which makes Joker show his grinning smile flashing her his grill and cackling softly. This would set motion Joker's escape.

One Day Later

Anarchy. Chaos. Destruction. That's what went down in the Arkham Asylum as gunshots, explosives and hell rose along with the bloodshed of guards and more psychiatrists that worked there. Joker, Frost and the gang that ran with them, tearing apart the hellhole. Joker's men were dressed in weird costumes that somehow were intimidating. While they were still causing a warpath, Joker meanwhile was dealing with the warden of Arkham who didn't take kind to Joker at all. Baseball bat in hands he smashed the bat over the warden's head so hard that blood spewed out knocking him out but knowing the clown prince, he wasn't done one bit as he continued smashing and bashing the dead warden's corpse with the bat as blood ran the floor to his feet. As he still continued, his attention was then brought to the sound of Harleen screaming "Get off me! GET OFF ME!" trying to get free from the goons that were strapping her down to a bed and she couldn't move let alone budge. Joker cackled loud enough for Harleen to hear. She see's him coming towards her arms up, grinning, shirtless and pale. His tattoos were composed of a jester on the left bicep while the right bicep had collective HA-HA-HA-HA's that were also on his right forearm with an open smile tattoo on his right hand and a stack of cards on his right collarbone. Also a closed teeth smile on the left forearm. On his left arm was a dead Robin with an arrow in it and on the right arm was a Bat stabbed with a knife. The name Joker tattooed on his six pack and a much wider smile on his lower abdomen. And finally the letter J tattooed on his right eye and then one more tattoo on his forehead that reads "Damaged."

"What do we have here? Doctor Quinzel...we find ourselves here at more of these lovely moments, only the roles are reversed." "Its truly fitting, the irony of it all. Oh and don't worry, think of this as my own personal little therapy session for your little poor soul." Joker said as he then pulled the light down to shine on Harleen to get a full view on her almost like a examination or a dissection on her. He saw her eyes were petrified and yet...excited which surprised him. He inches his face close to hers and made faces at her, arching his eyes where there were absolutely no eyebrows. "Oh how I wanted to reach to you without that straight jacket on. Mmmmmm- mmm! So plump, so ripe...so right...and dare I say possibly...T-I-G-H-T...Tight. Joker flirted and teased that made Harleen blush and hot. "What are you gonna do, gonna kill me, Mr. J? Harleen said suddenly. "WHAT?" Joker said putting his hand to his ear and asks it over and over again as if he's asking someone standing next to him. J then grabs the two paddles from the table, smearing them with conductive jelly. "Now why...would I wanna do that? Kill little ole' you? What would I do without you Doctor?" "Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya...I'm just gonna hurt ya...really...Really...BAD." Joker said with his signature smile. But before he can shock her, he is surprised yet again when she says "You think so, well I can take it." Joker always knew when people told the truth or a lie. He saw the truth in her eyes and smiled. He got a brown leather strap to put in her mouth for her to bite on which she did surprising him yet again as she is smiling while biting down on the strap. "My, my...you Doctor have moxie. Let's see just...how...long you can take it. And in more ways than one." Joker flirted one last time before finally giving her 450 volts through her brain, but she was somehow taking it all in. Her eyes in the back of her head and body fidgeting and twitching biting down on the strap hard. As the machine went dead, the strap falls out of her mouth leaving bite marks and her body slacks. Joker with eyes closed raises his arms in the air and exhales as if he's finished handy work. "Tell me Doctor, was it good for you as it was for me?" "Now, you're not gonna see me for a while but who knows, you'll probably come looking for me and maybe, just maybe I'll come see you. But until then...I have a city to take back and rule. Ta-ta...for now my little...Harley." Joker said as he, Frost and his goons left to cause what was left of madness and unleash it all on Gotham.

Flashback End

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Joker opens his eyes to see that he had already arrived at the casino club. "Boss, how the hell do you do that?" Frost asked. "Let's get this done." Joker said. He and Frost got out of the car and noticed a black van coming up which was the rest of his men with the Nine hundred-thousand dollars that Joker promised the casino boss should he have Griggs for himself as insurance policy. Handing the money to Frost who's phone rings and answers it. "Yeah? Good. All in good hands." "That's the boss. He's got Griggs in the kitchen back there. We're invited in." Frost said. Joker nodded and motioned Frost to lead the way to the mission and soon followed. Inside were people dancing, gambling and or both. Joker and Frost walk up to a big muscled up guard. "Frost, J. Boss is waiting for you in the back kitchen. Got that punk-ass Griggs with him." He said. "Good looking out." Frost said as he and J make their way there. Frost hears Griggs's voice going on about bad decks and being short with the boss telling him that he stopped his own boys from burning his house and his kids. When he enters the kitchen he greets the casino boss with the $900K. Then Griggs speaks "Yo, slick what's up?" "Griggs. You are?" Frost looks at Griggs and is immediately not impressed and annoyed especially with the way he's dressed. "You might wanna keep your mouth shut. Got that?" Frost said.

Griggs: Look, can I go man? What the hell is going on? This is crazy.

The Joker comes up behind Griggs grabbing his shoulders as a way of shutting him up. "Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah, blah. All of that chitchat's gonna get ya hurt." Joker said moving hands to Griggs's jaw, neck and shoulders again, then smacks both his shoulders making him jump and gasp "My God!" Joker lurks around Griggs like an animal out for food giving him a full view of his appearance that made even him mortified with fear. Joker puts his hand up to Griggs face wanting him to kiss his ring which the guy did in order to save himself. Joker glares at him but then sits in his lap making Griggs very uncomfortable. "I can tell you met that. Yeah." Joker said cackling devilishly moving his hands to both sides of Griggs face who couldn't even think. Joker speaks to him saying "You're gonna be my friend. Tell me...Harley Quinn...my queen. You have her located at this...Belle Reve correct?" Griggs breaths in and out hard to himself but answers "Yeah. We uh-uh, we-we took care of her. You know?" "She's a wild fire but uh, we made sure she's well fed and cared for." Joker was not convinced. "Question, why are you lying to me?" He asked growling. "What? No, come on man I'm serious here! You think we'd be crazy enough to mess with your woman? I know better than that. I mean yeah, I'm an asshole but not even me would do that." Griggs said. Joker rolls his eyes in the back of his head swirling his head in circles only to look back at Griggs and motion his finger in a displeasure gesture. "Really? Because from what my number one told me, you have had such a blast with her in wanting to break her from the inside. You touch my fire, you burned beyond the normal recognition." J threatened. "No, no, no. No way. Like I'm a scumbag yeah I know. But if you want your girl back, I can tell you what's going down. See, these two people named Rick Flagg and uh, Waller, Amanda Waller. See, they have Harley with another team. And-

The Joker: Another team? What other team?

Griggs: A bunch of criminals. Pieces of shit just lik-

Joker glares at him eyes wide and growled. Griggs realized this and corrected himself. "No, no-no-no-no. I'm not calling her that at all I mean the other guys. Those guys are who she's gonna be paired up with like some kind of task force. Waller wants to uh, try and make use of them you know...helping people? Saving the world and that sort of shit?" Griggs finished. Joker gave it some thought and answered. "Then you should be lucky after all. Now all my queen has to do is run and she's home free to me. Unless...there's another right answer you're not telling me." Joker said. "It sounds to easy. She'd run if they didn't have a catch." Frost said. "That's the thing, see in order to make sure they don't try to run they got these little uh, micro bombs they got from a lab. The Van Criss Lab. Bombs are made by Van Criss himself, so they can keep them all in line." After hearing his mouth run off, Joker went in thought again and looked to Frost. "We'll need a illuminating eye to see if he's truthful about these pop bombs. Anyone you know that see's anything?" Joker asks Frost. "And everything in between, boss. She's been a protege of mine." Frost admitted. "Bring her to my club tomorrow. Let's see if she's really good as she believes to be. As for you my friend...you're gonna be my informant deposit." Joker said grasping Grigg's chin with his fingers.

Griggs: O-Okay. But wh-what does that mean?

The Joker: That my friend means...I need more out of you because well, simply put I need to blow steam by venting pleasure into myself until Harley comes back to me...back in my arms. So, you're gonna love what I got.

Griggs: What you got?

The Joker: Mmm-hmm. We're gonna have so much fun together. I can't wait to show you my...Toys!" Joker said grim smiling smacking his face and then roughly caress it. He then snaps his fingers and his men take Griggs by the arms. Griggs tries to squirm around but it was pointless at this point, for now he was the pawn leverage to The King Of Gotham and there was nothing Griggs can do about it. Harley would be in his grasp if she was the last he would ever hold. Nothing and no one not even death would stop him.