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Harley pov

"Well, Mr. J, I can say your little Harley very much enjoyed talking your for a spin, Mr. J," said Harley as she slowly caressed Jim's chest.

Jim doesn't say anything. She looks up and sees his acid burns have started turning a weird purple, and he's breathing heavily.

"Mr. J, are you okay? Mr. J" Harley screamed as I didn't respond. She begins to panic and realizes he needs to go to a hospital.

She slowly and carefully carries Jim to a getaway car she has stashed near the head out. She starts the car and begins to head to the emergency clinic to try and get Jim treatment when she hears a reporter on the radio.

"This is Vicky Vall with your morning news, and do I have news for you? Last night, after a vicious game of Cat Mouse, the dynamic duo Batman and Robin managed to catch the joker, but before detonating a new kind of joker bomb near Saint Paul hospital that caused even more violent laughing fits to the point of suffocation. Luckily, an anditote was provided before any deaths by Batman, but a suspected accomplice is at large, Jim Rogers. If you have any information, please call the police hotline." Said Vicki Vale.

"Accomplice," Harley screamed. How could they think Jim is an accomplice? Wait, while Jim was loading up Joker's car, Joker was going around the store, destroying the camera while grabbing goods needed for his next big plan.

He destroyed the cameras so Batman couldn't have an idea of what exactly he was building from the material, but this also meant the cops only had footage of Jim helping Joker, not him standing petrified, hoping he'd leave, and getting acid in the face.

So crap, Harley thinks what that means. While that means jokers probably had to detonate bombs early because of the clue I gave the duo.

Which leaves us with a bunch of pissed cops because Saint Paul's is a charity hospital, which means anyone can get in, including sick kids who can't get care otherwise who joker just gassed so sense joker was arrested, which leaves me and Jim as the only ones they get to shoot for being involved in this.

"Shit," Harley said, so I can't go to any hospitals and clinics because they'll have double the usual police station there and with itchy trigger fingers. So that leaves no other choice.

"I'm sorry Jim looks like I'm talking to you to see my naughty friends, but don't worry, Harley will protect you from them if things go wrong." Harley said as Jim just groans in pain.