Chapter Five- J. and H.

                                    

                                          
I go out to the parking lot. There are 3 cars left in the lot. My manager's blue Honda, and a red sports car, and a gray minivan. I check my phone, and it's time . I open the note, worried that this is some sick joke and I'll blow up anyways. But in the back of my mind, I know that's not true.
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I follow the instructions on the note and end up in front of some old mentos factory What?,I think, Why am I here? Does he live here?!!? Ew. I knock, Knock, Knock, Kn-Knock ,Knock. And wait. About five seconds later, A girl opens the door holding a bedazzled baseball bat. 
"Mistah J, who is this?!!? Were you expecting "company"?!!?" 
                          
"Yes, Harley, send 'er in *giggles*"
                          
"Alright, Jay! get in here precious!! What's your name, sweet?"
I don't feel scared of this girl. I respond confidentially, " Rachel Wa-" If I want her to maybe help me and be my friend, I should wait to see if she likes me before I tell her who my dad is. Joker obviously hasn't told her about me. "Rachel". 
                          
"Aw, alright! I love that name, but Imma call you Sweet because I think we will become great friends." 
                          
Yes friends! 
                          
Sweet. That is what my best friend used to call me. She is dead now because of The Joker. I hate him so much. I will escape.
                          
"Harley, send her in"
                          
"Okay, Puddin' ! Good luck. I have no idea what he wants you for." 
                          
"Thanks-" 
                          
"Harley. Harley Quinn Just call me H. or Harl. or Harley or Quinn. Whatever is cool." 
                          
"Nice. See you , H."
                          
"Bye, Sweet"
                          
I step through the door way cautiously and slowly. 
He spins around in this fancy chair and giggles. "Hello, Daaarrling"