Harley's Punishment
The vermin-infested basement was a place everyone avoided at all costs, so when the Joker had ordered that the unconscious form of his harlequin be thrown down there it was a shock to the somewhat slow henchmen. The two henchmen just did as they were told gently picking up Harley from where she lay unresponsive, bleeding at the Joker's feet. She had tried to show the Joker a magic trick, but it had not impressed him so he had decided to share some of his magic tricks with her. Now, the generally accepted answer to the question "do you wanna see a magic trick?" was either no or hell no….depending on the henchman. Harley apparently did not get that memo because she said in her usual bubbly tone "Sure Puddin' I'd love ta see a magic trick!" that led to the pencil trick. Just not in the eye this time…can't have a henchwoman with an eye patch….might be mistaken for pirates.
Anyway, the two henchmen were picking up their fallen comrade who they both, even though they would never in a million years admit it, had a soft spot for so that they could move her to the basement. Well, they were being extremely careful with her body because it was obvious that she had acquired several broken bones during the "magic show". The Joker didn't like that they were being careful so he grabbed the back of her neck dragging her behind him to the door of the basement pausing a split second to open the door before picking Harley up by her cowl swinging her around like a shot-put a few times and hurling her into the basement.
"That's how men handle problems," The Joker had snickered walking back to his planning table leaving the two henchmen to think about what had just happened. See….they were both relatively new to the Joker's crew, and knew that the Joker was an extremely sadistic, unpredictable individual but they had not known the relationship that Harley and the Joker shared. More importantly, they had not known that this was only the start of the punishment of Harley Quinn.
"Huh….wha happened?" Harley mumbles trying to pull herself into a sitting position. She can feel the broken ribs and arm screaming in protest as she manages to sit up. The darkness around her does not lessen when her eyes are open, it is unnerving and disorienting and she does not like it one bit. She flexes her muscles and grits her teeth when she feels the jolts of pain coming from her right arm and left leg. It feels like her left hip has been dislocated, maybe her right shoulder too.
This is stupid…if she had not tried to show Mistah J a dumb beginner's magic trick he would not have tried to show her more advanced ones. It was all her fault and she knew it. She would have to prove herself to Mistah J before he would let her out. She wondered if she would be fed while she was down here. Probably not, that would only reinforce the insolence she'd shown trying that magic trick…she probably only get water every few days…..and only that so she wouldn't die on him. That would ruin the punch line that much she knew. She would not be allowed to die until he came up with the perfect way to send her off. Therefore, she'd be given water….and maybe food every 5 or 6 days. She could live like that….as long as she could keep the rats away from her food and mostly from her in general. She sees the door at the top of the stairs open and sees someone back lighted coming down the stairs.
"Miz Quinn you okay?" Larry, the henchman asks flipping on a flashlight on so he can see.
"I'll be fine…..you don't happen to have any um bandages do ya?" Harley giggles sadly.
"Yes ma'am I brought ya some so you wouldn't bled to death on us….the Boss is extremely angry and I wouldn't be surprised if you were stuck down here for months…..or until he forgot what it was about….."Larry sighs," ya want some-ah help with bandaging those injuries and relocatin' that shoulder and hip?"
"Yeah….gimme something to bite….so I don't scream cause if Puddin' found you down here with me…..helping me get better you'd be dead and I'd be even worse than I am now…..so grab that piece of wood over there and hand it to me."Harley sighs pointing at a 2X4 plank. Once Larry hands it to her, she bites down on it.
"Here we go get ready to bite down….."Larry says grabbing a hold of Harley's arm so he can relocate it, jerking it back into place as Harley's teeth clamp down on the 2X4 and she lets out a small whimper.
"Sorry Miz Quinn….now we gotta do the hip. So here we go…" Larry grabs her leg and pops the joint back in place trying to ignore the sounds of pain that Harley is letting out. Harley goes limp as she passes out from the pain.
"Uh….Miz Quinn ya okay?" Larry asks before propping Harley up against a few bags of toilet paper and paper towels.
"I'll be fine….bandage my ribs nice and tight please….don't want ta mess 'em up anymore than they already are…."Harley groans as she comes to.
"Sure thang Miz Quinn….."Larry smiles before bandaging Harley's ribcage carefully but tightly.
"Oh and one more thing Larry…..don't call me Miz Quinn….call me Harley….I'm not your Boss….I'm not anything special….really just call me Harley please…."Harley sighs relaxing against the packages of toilet paper and paper towels.
"Sure thang Mi- I mean Harley, and if ya don't mind me sayin' you're special…..you treat me and Jojo like family…you act like we mattah so we don't mean Miz Quinn as a uh.…insult….we's just showin' ya some respect…..ma'am…."Larry mumbles bandaging the cuts gently.