Oinkers

Harley pov

"It'll be okay, Mr. J. You'll be as good as new, you'll see." Harley said she was trying to reassure him, but if he was awake and could hear her, he wasn't showing it.

He wasn't breathing as heavily, but his acid burn eye socket was still a strange purple color, and the rest of his face was turning a bright shade of pink.

This was not making Harley very calm; in fact, it was very much the opposite. It made her want to break speed records to get him to help, but she couldn't because that would get attention that could get them hurt, killed, or imprisoned, so she had to obey and be as inconspicuous as possible.

This made the trip pure **** for Harley, who was a well-known insane clown and daughter of chaos. Being a calm and patient driver was a burden to her very soul, but for Mr. J, she could do it.

Eventually, after a very calm quiet, no incident developed, the only sound being the occasional groan from Jim. They arrived at an old abandoned hospital on the west side of Gothem.

"Oinker you here," Harley yelled at the seemingly abandoned hospital entrance.

"Mrs. Quinn, no reason to yell; you could have texted your arrival. And it is Dr. Pyg, not Oinkers," said Dr. Pyg as he walked out the front entrance in a lab coat while wearing a big mask. With him are a brunette and a red head with bodies belonging to bikini models wearing nurse outfits with a piglet mask covering half their face.

"Whatever you say, Doc, I just need you to take a look at Mr. Jim," said Harley as she waved them over to the back of the car.

"Of course, Mrs. Quinn, the patient always comes first," said Dr. Pyg shocked Harley would use his title so easily but moved on quickly to the patient because, above all, he was a professional. They go over to him, still laying in the back of the car, breathing heavily. Dr. Pyg gives him a quick once-over.

"Hmmm, it would seem he's suffering from severe infection to his acid burns as well as a fever to fight the infection. Can you tell me, Miss Quinn, any details about how exactly the patient ended in this state?" Dr. Pyg asked Harley.

Harley reluctantly tells Dr. Pyg, avoiding certain details, such as the joker purposefully hitting Jim with acid, telling him it was an accident from the fight with the duo and that Jim was an important goon rather than just another victim of the joker.

"So is there anything you can do for poor Mr. Jim because otherwise I'm going to have to go to someone else?" Harley said as she glared him down, showing that she wouldn't hesitate to go to someone else.

"No need. Mrs. Quinn, it would seem that after the acid, he went into shock and that carrying him through those filthy back alleys got him an infection in his weakened state. It will be a simple procedure of removing the infected regions and then pumping full of antibiotics," Dr. Pyg explained.

"Alright, Doc, let's do the procedure, but if anything goes wrong." Harley growled out as she reached for her huge red mallet out of the trunk and swung it over her shoulder, the threat hanging clear in the air.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Quinn. I am one of the best surgeons in Gotham. I'm not allowed to practice because of criminality, not because I lack skill." said Dr. Pyg as he's nurses carry Jim inside. With Harley stalking behind them, watching their every move.