This choice: "First things first pudding, I have to make a phonecall." • Go Back... The first thing she did was reach for the telephone to call one of her friends. Believing Hayley and me to be doing our own things in our own bedrooms, she gossiped almost all evening on the phone, a conversation that she tried to keep secret. Upon overhearing her conversation, my suspicion was confirmed.
"Hey red, how are things? ... So far so good, this babysitting gig was a great idea, I didn't expect it to be so easy! ... As long as it brings in the money I'm happy ... Don't mention him, I'm not talking to him until he says he's sorry! ... I do kinda miss him though ... You're right, I've gotta job to do! ... No, it's kinda nice having a break from all the police, the crimes, the Batman, all of it! ... Oh, some little snot, Emma I think her name is, and this porky teen called Hayley! ... But they're rich stiffs, so I'm in the money right now! ... Yeah, I'll speak to you soon! Bye!"
As she placed the phone down, throwing her bubblegum into a nearby bin, she turned around to find me sitting next to her on the couch. I tried to speak as intimidating as I possibly could with such a girly voice, it sounded intimidating in my mind, but it was useless.
"I know who you are, Harley Quinn!"
"Hey," Harley chuckled at my feeble attempt to scare her, "Shouldn't you be in your room?"
"No," I simply replied, "I need your help, Harley."
The expression on her face suddenly changed. "What's wrong, Emma?"
"I'm not Emma. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be in this body. I'm trusting you enough to tell you this, so can I trust you to help me?"
It seemed that Harley Quinn was not accepting what I was telling her, looking at me as if I were playing some sort of game. "Alright then," she said in an attempt to challenge me, "So if you're not Emma, then who are you?"
"I'm Batman."
"Batman!? Now I know you're just playing!"
"No, you have to listen to me. I don't know how, but I just woke up to find myself trapped in this body. You've got to help me!"
"No way, you're just messing me around! Well then, if you're the Batman, then I'm the Joker!"
"I'm serious! This is no game! I'm Batman, and I have to stop the Penguin before it's too late!"
It seemed that no matter what I said, she just wouldn't accept it. She thought that I was playing some sort of game, it was difficult to convince her from such a short, pathetic stature. I couldn't find a way to convince her who I was. And even if I could, what then? Would she be generous and sympathetic enough to help me? I didn't care, at this point, I was desperate for help, there was no way I could stand a chance on the streets of Gotham alone, at least not like this, at least not alone.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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