This choice: Harley makes her way back to the "abandoned" Pie Factory, hoping to find a cure. • Go Back... There were plenty of old abandoned something-or-others in Gotham City—stores, warehouses, even a hotel or two.
In this case it was a pie factory located in Gotham’s old Industrial District, which had more or less left to rot after some big accident way back when. A surprising amount of the equipment was still usable after a good dusting and a little maintenance work. About a month ago the Joker had settled on the old Happy Pie plant and decided that it would suit his dastardly needs perfectly and moved right in; quickly rounding up a few goons, coercing some scientists, and procuring the proper equipment to ensure a properly delivered punchline on Gotham City’s waistline.
Harley was sure that her Mistah Jay had fled back to their love-nest when he made a break for it back there at the party. Her Puddin’ wasn’t exactly the bravest guy around, but he was definitely one of the smartest. He had to have some kind of back-up plan ready, just in case things went south… which they kinda had.
The toxin that Joker and Harley had those scientists develop was designed to increase hunger and cause cravings for sugar, both of which Harley was feeling intensely after such a long walk without so much as a granule of sugar in her. So naturally she and Joker planned on launching them world-wide out of the factory, that way people would get hooked on the newly revitalized Happy Pie Baking Company’s shipments and they’d pay out the nose for it, and Officer Mackenzie Sennett was just going to be their first “customer”. They—or at least Harley hadn’t—never planned on what would happen if one of them got hooked too…
The factory doors erupted in a rusty creaking as Harley used the last of her strength to force them open. The night air flooded in behind her, outlining the pony-tailed Pagliacci as she struggled to remain on her feet. She was doubled over, the intense pains in her stomach having now caused throbbing headaches as her hearing began to give way to a distinct ringing sound. Her painted eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her bright baby blues dimming as her vision grew blurry. Thanks to her chemically-unbalanced appetite, Harley wouldn’t have much longer before she passed out right there on the factory floor.
“C’mon Harl… almost… there…” she grunted as she struggled to totter inside the factory, “Can’t… get sleepy yet…”
The Joker had made sure that his facility was as state of the art as it could get without attracting any unwanted attention from a certain clan of pointy-eared do-gooders. Lots of computers, lots of machinery, all of it really fancy and most of it over Harley’s head. All she knew was that this was going to be their big break—a joke that would make them both billionaires, after all this time!
Which was why it was so shocking to find the place as dead as two ‘o clock.
“Wh…wha?” Harley mumbled stupidly as she struggled to take a step forward
Harley had come in expecting to hear the low purr of machinery as the scientists tested and experimented, or maybe the clunky cacophony of mooks as they lugged all that heavy junk around. But instead she had come home to find nothing—no scientists, no mooks, none of that fancy machinery. It was as empty as the day they had arrived.
“He… He wouldn’t…”
He had. The Joker had managed to have the place picked clean in the measly few hours it had been since the whole ordeal had hit its snag. Harley shuffled further into the factory, her vision blackening as she heard her heartbeat thumping behind her ears.
“He said… he said this was gonna be our… big break…” Harley whimpered, her bottom lip quivering as she fell flat on her tuchas, “I... I can’t believe he… that no good… fakakta…”
Harley fell to her side as her voracious hunger overcame her mid-sentence. She clutched her poor white stomach as she struggled against the intense pain she was feeling deep inside of her. Heartbreak and hunger were especially painful separate, but now that her boyfriend had abandoned her, Harley had effectively drained so far that not even her mania could perk her back up.
“Guess I’ll just lay here… fer a minute…” Harley said sleepily as she succumbed to starvation, “Kick his… cute little ass later…”
As the light behind her eyes threatened to flicker out, Harley spotted something that lit a fire in her on the production line…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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