A/N: Hi all! So this is my first time writing our lovely Harley Quinn and Joker- so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes. Please review, and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Suicide Squad
"Code Blue!" Harleen heard the screaming and yelling from her office and before she could jump up and lock her door, it was kicked open.
"Hey there fatty." A deep voice spoke from the shadows of the doorway, and Harleen pushed herself back against the wall, her heart racing as she took in the man before her.
"You need to go back to your cell- let me call your doctor." She quickly reached for the phone, but the patient ran forward, punching her in the face and causing her eyebrow to split. She screamed as he laughed, and grabbed her collar, dragging her out of the office quickly.
"Let me go!" She yanked her arms roughly, her heart racing as she saw other patients out and causing chaos.
"Call Doctor Arkham!" She screamed to an orderly who just stared in shock as the large man dragged her down the hall.
"Do something!" She screamed back, her heart racing as she still struggled.
"Take this one up top- we'll have fun with her there, they love girls with meat on their bones" She gasped when they threw her into an elevator, and hit the button for the 10th floor.
"No… no no no!" She screamed as another patient held her, smiling down at her.
"They're going to eat you alive." She glared at him, her heart racing as the doors opened. It was chaos- total and uncontrollable chaos. Orderlies were either dead or unconscious, security guards were nowhere to be seen, and the patients were loose, running wild.
"New meat!" An enthusiastic woman ran forward, grinning as she shoved Harleen forward into the mess.
"Ah the new doctor!" Some of the men stopped and turned to her, and Harleen knew, this is when she was going to die.
"You all need to return to your cells…" She tried to sound brave, but she was met with loud laughter, and she took a deep breath, trying again.
"Return to your cells!" She yelled it this time, but they moved forward as a group, all grinning down at her. She shut her eyes tightly as they came forward, and then took a deep breath. She knew that there was a cart near her that held syringes full of sedative, she just wasn't sure if she'd make it to them in time. She opened her eyes quickly- if she was going to die here, she was going to go down swinging.
She darted to the cart, grabbing a handful of needles and they froze, taking her in for a moment. She noticed the inmates stared at her with wide, fearful eyes, and she felt the blood burn in her veins. They had every right to be scared.
"That's right- I'll fight all of you if I have to! Now go back to your cells!" She screamed it loudly, blood running down her face from the cut next to her eye, and blood splattered across her jacket as she held the empty syringe like a dagger. A few of them stepped back, but it wasn't until Harleen heard the horrible cackle behind her, that she realized it wasn't her they feared.
She turned slowly, staring up at him with wide eyes. He towered over her, well over 6 feet tall, and she stood before him, like a little girl caught stealing from a candy store.
"You heardddd the good doc-tor. Back to your cells." Harleen turned, and watched as the remaining patients scrambled back to their cells and shut the doors. She slowly turned back to the man before her, his white skin, shining under the flashing lights.
"You must be new, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He dropped into a deep bow, his hand over his heart, his eyes on her, shining as he took her in. She nodded slowly, the syringe shaking in her hand as she took a step back.
"Go back to your cell." He smiled, taking a small step forward.
"Do you think you could kill me?" She nodded quickly, her eyes hardening as she stared at him.
"Go back to your cell, Joker." He grinned widely at her, his green hair looking darker than usual.
"So you know me- a fan perhaps?" She narrowed her eyes as she heard feet pounding on the ground behind her.
She turned quickly, watching in horror as more inmates came running at her. She felt a hand around her waist, and screamed as it ripped her backwards.
He threw her to the ground and slammed his cell door shut. Harleen heard the distinct sound of the door locking. She looked up in horror from the ground, seeing the inmates grumbling and yelling outside, before moving on. She pulled herself up slowly, cradling the arm that she landed on, and looking up at the Joker in fear.
"You… you saved me?" He shrugged, walking over to his bed and sitting down slowly, leaving Harleen to slide down the wall and sit across from him.
"Or maybe I'm just prolonging your torture." His teeth glimmered as he smiled at her, and he ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face.
"You know the last lockdown lasted four days." She groaned, leaning her head back against the wall and thinking about how her day started so normal.
"Wanna talk about it?" He was grinning at her, his wide smile showed all of his teeth, and she thought he looked rather like the cat that caught the canary.
"No." He smiled, studying her arm and how she awkwardly held it.
"Broken?" He jutted his jaw to it and she shrugged, curling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them.
"My my… you're almost as quiet as I am with my doctors." He mused at this, lying back on his cot and staring at his ceiling.
"I'm sorry if I don't feel like having a therapy session with a deranged murderer." He grinned widely at that, looking over to her again.
"I like your spirit." She sighed, glancing out the cell doors as all of the madness outside. People were dying, the patients were rioting, and she was locked inside a cell- with the most dangerous of them all.
"Why aren't you out there?" He glanced over to her, studying her for a few moments when she was looking away from him.
"I prefer it in here." She looked over to him and his eyes darted away quickly. She took him in then, studying him carefully. She'd seen pictures of him, but they didn't prepare her for what he was actually like. He was magnificent. His hair was bright green, his skin pearly white and nearly covered in tattoos. She continued to stare, even when he turned to face her, she stared; taking him in.
"It's rude to stare." She didn't even respond, she just sat quietly, unable to look away.
"You should take a picture- it would last longer." He started to look away in annoyance, but froze when he heard her answer.
"I have one. It doesn't do you justice." He turned back to her, quirking an eyebrow curiously.
"You have a picture of me?" She nodded, not even looking embarrassed. He noticed how pale her skin was becoming as she stared at him, even her full pink lips were losing their color.
"I studied you in school." He sat up slowly, watching as she started to shiver.
"They said I was crazy… they all said I was crazy…." She was starting to mumble to herself, and put her head on her knees, rocking herself carefully.
Shock. She was going into shock. He watched her carefully for a minute, before grabbing the thin blanket off his bed, and carefully wrapping it around her shoulders. He watched as tears welled in her eyes, and she rocked herself faster, her breathing becoming erratic.
"Are you going to kill me?" Her head snapped up to him so fast he fell back in surprise, taking in her piercing blue eyes that were shining with tears.
"I haven't decided yet." She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks as she burst out laughing, the sound drowning out all of the noise of the riot. He stared at her in shock for a moment, before he too, started to laugh, and together, they laughed hysterically on the floor for what seemed like forever.
"I like you Quinn… I like you a lot." She grinned, rubbing the tears from her eyes and looking over to him, her smile surprisingly bright.
"I like you too J." His breath caught in his throat as she looked away, watching the madness outside.
Was this girl for real? He couldn't stop his eyes from raking over her; her hair had fallen down from its tightly spun bun, leaving it hanging in waves around her face. The blood from her eyebrow was drying, her jaw was bruised, but here she was in his cell, smiling as she watched the riot outside the door.
"Are you sure you're a real doc-tor, and not a patient?" She burst out laughing again, her bright white teeth shining as she threw her head back, nearly hysterical over the whole situation.
"I might be after this J." She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, and settled back against the wall, studying him for a long moment.
"You're much nicer than they said you'd be." He grinned back at her, shrugging as he laid back on his bed.
"Well that's just cause I like ya Tell ya what, you can pay me back by offing that pain in the ass Randall." She grinned up at him, stretching her legs out and stifling a yawn.
"Sure thing, anyone else? I'll make a list." He turned in surprise to find she was grinning at him, her eyes bright despite the circumstances.
"I might take you up on that." She nodded, smiling again, yawning once more, and watching the chaos unfold.
"So 4 days?" He nodded, staring at the ceiling and wondering what it was going to be like- locked in his cell with a doctor until the riot broke.
"At most." She nodded, lying down and copying his position, staring at the ceiling.
"I have to ask- how did you end up here?" He groaned, deciding he'd kill her after all.
"I don't want to talk about my past with you for the next 4 days." She chuckled, shaking her head and looking over to him.
"No- I mean how'd you get caught this time?" He studied her for a moment before looking away.
"I killed Batman's sidekick. He got mad… put me here." She nodded, yawning and pulling the blanket closer to her chin.
"I always thought it would have to be really hard to catch you… unless you just get bored and let it happen." She rolled on her side, facing away from him, and allowing him to stare at her until she fell asleep.
This girl… This girl was like nothing he'd ever seen… hell. She was almost as crazy as he was. Too bad she was a little chubby- he was sure that under all those layers of fat, that there was a little clown waiting to break out.
"I'm going to keep her." He whispered to himself, before letting the noise of the riot lull him to sleep.
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