"They will be here soon." Standing, reaching for her face, "Is this how you're going to say goodbye? By telling me how much you hate me?" Turning her cheek from his hands, she looked down at the floor.

"Don't touch me."

Grabbing her face forcefully, pressing in on her cheeks with his thumb and index finger. The force so strong, it almost knocked her glasses off her face. "Look here, my Low-Fat Yogurt, no one is more upset about this than I am. You think I wanted to put you in this place? Make you lose your job?"

Joker reached down, pulling the microphone off him, and smashed it to the ground with the heel of his foot. "Who would help me escape? But they are giving me willing freedom. And you know, I have a compulsive urge to cause mischief in the streets, so in which case, you will see me again. For sure. You know this already. Why do I have to remind you of such things?"

Harley shoved him back. "Leave me alone."

"They are coming for you." Joker paced around the room. "You might want to tell me what you wanted to tell me."

Shaking her head, "I can't believe this."  

Two guards came into the room, holding a white jacket and were gradually approaching Harley. Joker stood there, arms out, welcoming them both, each guard taking a side of Joker. Grabbing her arms easily, they put the jacket on her, causing her to be bound by the restraints.

"Every good tale must come to an end. Unfortunately, Darling, yours just ended a hell of a lot quicker than mine." Laughing, he sat into Harley's chair, spinning it around and around. Harley was being dragged out to her own separate cell. Joker folded his hands and watched the whole thing happening. It was like seeing his mother being taken from him, but he didn't care to stop it. Joker tapped his thumbs together, twiddling them loosely.

"I'm sorry it came down to this." Joker said, smiling.

He could see Harley's eyes and the guards pulling her while her feet dragged against the floor.

"Joker?" She said, while continuing to move. He just looked at her. There was nothing he could do to stop it. He made a face acknowledging her call for him. Tears just continuing to come down, she sniffled, and she watched his eyes becoming pleasingly satisfied with himself. "I'm pregnant."

She disappeared around the corner, and Joker just sat there. His mouth gaped open, his body stiff as a board. He couldn't even move. Licking his lips every so often out of a reaction, he said absolutely nothing. Had he known sooner, maybe he wouldn't have told. But his arms fell and his eyes stayed wide, at the continuous thoughts of Harley baring his child.

When words were finally finding their way back up his throat, he sighed deeply and picked up the picture of her and her mother on the desk, shoving it in the pocket of his jacket, "Dumb broad. She should have told me before I got her locked away." Standing up, he took in what her office looked like, every detail and every spec of dust scattered across the furniture. He saw all the books on the shelves, all the plants in the corners, and the way the woodwork accented her style; classy and flawed to the point of perfection.

"Who am I kidding? I would have told on her anyway."

Walking out of the room, he took one last look...and closed the door, locking it behind him.