We'd finally done it; killed the clown prince and his little trick of a girlfriend. We made it hurt too. Mad freak just laughed while we was cuttin' pieces off of him, but his little wench screamed. Wasn't 'til we started cuttin' on her too, that the smile finally fell off his face. That was scarier than the laughing if I'm bein' honest, but some of the boys took it to the next level. 


  I'd just planned on killin' them when we caught them pullin' a job, but Bullock and some of the other guys wouldn't leave it at that. When they started havin' their way with Quinn, it downright soured my stomach on the whole thing. Hell, I likely looked as grim as old clown face did, but they wouldn't let up for anything. When they told me to 'take my turn', I swear to God I didn't wanna. Sometimes I think that Bullock and the boys may be just as bad as the Joker. 


  Just as I was about to give in to what they wanted me to do, the clown wailed out a sound like I ain't never heard. Even with all the bits he had missing, he broke out of the bindings and came right at us. I swear to Christ it looked like his eyes were glowin' red, but when Bullock held the barrel of his gun against the girl's temple, Joker stopped in his tracks, lookin' like he was about to bust at the seams. 


  The other guys pulled their sidearms, trainin' then on the clown, causin' me to do the same. He and the girl just stared at each other; both of them not lookin' the least bit crazy anymore. It was like they turned human for those few seconds while they just glared on. I cut my eyes from the clown to the girl and back again, wishin' we'd never took it upon ourselves to do this bit of justice. 


  I barely registered what happened when Bullock pulled the trigger, blowin' the side of Quinn's head off and causin' the clown to scream like a madman again. He didn't have a chance; we silenced him once and for all. Musta been fifty bullets in him before he dropped, but even when his blank stare couldn't see nothin' anymore, his eyes were still directed at the dead girl on the floor. 


  We thought it was over, y'know? Yeah, there was an investigation, but we knew how to cover our tracks well enough, especially with the Bat still out there. Gordon had his suspicions, but this wasn't the first time he come up dry when tryin' to prove we did somethin' dirty. I wasn't proud of it though; not really. 


  The clown may be gone, but Gotham has no shortage of messed-up folks. That's what I chalked it up to a year to the day that we killed the clown when Barnes come up dead. He'd been the first to have his way with Quinn; first to plug her boyfriend too, but we just figured it was one of the Jokers associates who took it upon themselves to get some vengeance. 


  We couldn't have been more wrong, and right at the same time. I don't know how, but I swear to God I saw her club that mallet into Jackson's knees, topplin' him to the ground when they bent back the wrong way. I fired on her, just like I had her boytoy back then, but she didn't even wince when the hot lead tore into her. When she crushed both Jackson's hands, one by one, while he was sprawled out on the ground, I just ran for my life, not lookin' back. 


  I headed straight to Bullock's place; he'd be the only one who might be able to end whatever the hell this was. When I got there to find the door unlocked, I felt my own knees give out when I saw what was left of him. I've been a cop for a good twenty years, and even in Gotham, I ain't never seen nothin' like that before. 


  He was strapped to a chair, just like we had done to the clown. His legs and arms were gone; bits of where she'd diced them up all over the blood-soaked carpet. His eyes, ears, and tongue had all been ripped away, leavin' nothin' but raw, bloody meat where they used to be. His torso looked like he'd already had an autopsy; whole thing was hollowed out. 


  I lost about everythin' I'd eaten for the last few days, right into that puddle of gore that was left of Bullock. Again, I just ran as fast as I could, down the stairs and back to my car. I sped away from Harvey's place, not knowing where I could go to make it outta this alive. I called in the homicide, but I knew nobody would be able to stop her; not even the Bat. 


  All of that was only hours ago, and I'm the last one left. They're all dead; each of the boys I helped do away with the clown and his pretty little trick, who somehow came back from the grave to return the favor. I'm held up in an old warehouse now, deep in the underbelly of the city, but I know I ain't got long left. 


  Just a few minutes ago, a bird come flyin' in. It looks like some kinda raven, but the feathers are green, the beak is red, and it's got what looks like white paint on its face. I can't kid myself any longer; I know what it means. From where I'm hiding, I have a good view of the door, and the windows to the outside world I'll never see again after tonight. 


  I can see the Bat, perched on the rooftop across the street. I've gotten pretty good at spottin' that cape, blowin' in the wind, over the years. Somehow, I know he ain't here to save me. Maybe he knows he can't put an end to whatever Quinn is now. Could be he just wants to make sure she finishes the job she's here to do. Don't matter really; I know I'm done for. I just hope she makes it quick. 


  Yeah, I played my part in what we did to her and her old man, but maybe she won't do to me what she did to Bullock. I know it sounds like I'm tryin' to rationalize what we did, but they had to be stopped, y'know? The Bat wasn't prepared to do what needed to be done, but I know we took it too far. 


  She's here now. I see her walking in while I record these final words. She doesn't look angry, sad, or much of anything, really. Just empty and determined, I guess. The Bat's still out there on that ledge, just lookin' down at the scene that's about to play out. Nothin' left to do but face it, I guess. 


  She's just standin' there, with the bird perched on her shoulder, starin' right at me. Guess my hiding spot wasn't as good as I thought. I suppose that's it for me. If anyone finds this tape, consider this my confession: 


  Me, Bullock, Barnes, Jackson, Daily, and Hutch murdered the Joker and Harley Quinn in cold blood. We tortured them both and took advantage of the girl, over and over, while her boyfriend could do nothin' but watch. We abused the power our badges gave us for so long, we thought we were above the law. Turns out there's another brand of justice we didn't understand at the time. 


  Time for me to face my jury, and my executioner. I guess we all face judgment in the end, in one form or another. May God have mercy on my worthless soul. 


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This is a gift for my closest friend, who is a big fan of Harley Quinn, as well as the Crow. So, I thought why not both? Plus, I couldn't resist throwing together a story to go with it. 

The base is a Fortnite TNTina, head was from a Mezco Harley. Cut down the gloves some to sculpt the ropes on the right and the Joker tie on the other, sculpted the belt and a few of the little details. Popped the original figure apart, sanded and painted. Most of the accessories came from Figuarts and Mezco Harleys, along with a few other random bits and pieces. The crow was from a Diamond Select Eric Draven, just painted up with a hint of Joker makeup style.