Another piece of writing for those loyal readers who keep coming back and for the new who've never read my writing before. A piece in the mind of Harley Quinn entirely. The Joker is back in Arkham- or so the authorities say! But the elite of villains know he's not. Poison Ivy has promised Quinn to protect her from him as she thinks he's a bad influenced and not good for little Harley. Enjoy my loves. Read/Review/Subscribe.
[LittlEm]

Harley sat on the floor just in front of the door gazing blankly up at it. Her legs were crossed and her arms were behind her so she could lean back. Her fingers tapped lazily on the ground as she counted by the minutes in her head before becoming distracted by a small crack in the ceiling just above her.

Harley loathed being on watch more than anything else because her energy was always too high and she became distracted too easily. Ivy was the best at it- but obviously like a normal person needed some amount of sleep to function on.

" Oh come on Ivy…Wake up! I wanna do something…"

Harley fidgeted with her legs, crossing and uncrossing them before simply laying back and looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm not good at this stupid guarding thing and you know it… What am I gonna do huh? Grin them away… Oh Ivy…."

Despite the pleas aloud Harley knew she had no hope with waking Ivy up and if she did- she would be angry and her. Harley hated Ivy angry- she was her best friend besides Mr J- but she was always so bored.

Harley suddenly noticed a strand of hair falling from the top of her costume, she could feel her eyes both focusing on this one piece of hair. Swiftly she sat up and blew upwards attempting to rid her face of the hair. But the hair just fell back down and with more strands this time.

"What? Did you just multiply?"

Her fingertips stretched up and wound the hair up before attempting to tuck it away- alas failing. Harley kicked her legs about in frustration with a groan before simply taking the entire headpiece off and throwing it across the room.

"Fine hair be like that…"

Harley got up on her feet and started pacing the room, scuffing her feet across the floor as she twirled a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. Her head whirled with boredom and thoughts of what she could be doing as she approached the window.

The Gotham sky was dark and morbid from what she could see. It always looked like that; it always looked as dark and dank as it was. There was never anything cheerful about it- that's how she liked it. Once she had been optimistic for the future of Gotham- for the possibilities it had. That had all been wiped away as she was shown the truth.

Mistaa J had shown her the truth of Gotham. The truth of the Bat. The truth of everything that Gotham's dark light stands for. The very nature of darkness and evil itself.

Harley leant forward touching a gloved hand against the cold windowpane. She could feel how ice cold it was through the thick leather of her gloves.

Harley tapped her fingers against the windows as she heard movement behind her.

"Finally red you've woken up. I'm bored can we please do something…"

A hand slipped around her waist and Harley's head suddenly shot up shocking with realisation. It wasn't Ivy that had appeared into the room.

"Mm Harley girl…I always did like it when you let your hair down…"