Chapter One.

"Do your friends call you Harley?" He spoke softly to me.
"I-I don't have a lot of friends" I replied, in a shaky voice.
"Well, Harley, you do now" He smile spread wider than I've ever seen it.

That was when I felt the real connection, when he called me his friend. That was a long time ago, I don't think we're friends anymore, although I'd take him back in an instant if I had the chance, after shooting him a few times. Last time I saw him he left me for dead outside GCPD, said I deserved this for ruining his plans. Four years ago to the day. Fours years I've been stuck inside here, and I can feel myself returning to somewhat normal. They've been testing me a lot, and they can see the change too, said I'll be out of here in the next 2 months, under protection from him, but do I really want that? I don't know. It would be nice to return back to Dr. Harleen Quinzell, psychiatrist to the psycho's. I can have my job back if I want it.

"Harley Quinn" A voice shouted to me.
"It's Harleen now, thank you very much." I shouted back, irritated by the name he called me.
"There's someone here to see you." The voice shouted back
"I don't want to see them." I obviously got ignored as I could see a shadow creep closer, From what I could see, it was a male.
"No, stay away from me!" I shouted at the unknown shadow. "I don't want any visitors!" I was screaming now. What if it was him? What if he was here to beat me black and blue again?

"Harleen, there's no need to be frightened" A dark but alluring voice said to me. "I am only here to assess you on behalf of your psychiatrist."
"Wh-who are you? What do you want with me? Please don't hurt me!" I was crying, I couldn't stand anymore pain. The shadow turned into a figure. Someone who I recognised. "Don't come near me."
"Harleen, stop this now, I am not here to hurt you." The figure spoke, I could see his dark eyes, eyes that I remember. It was him. The one who dragged me to Blackgate.
"B-B-B-" I stuttered
"Hush, there's no need to worry, I just want to talk and see how you're doing." He said quietly, trying not to frighten me anymore than I already was. I knew this figure, He was neither good nor evil. He was the in between. The one who brought harm to people, bad people, in the name of good, but he was no saint.
"You want to know how I'm doing, huh? I'll tell you how I'm doing, everyday I'm frightened in case that mad man comes in here and does what he did to me again. You see these scars? They were from him. He did this to me and called it discipline, tough love if you will." I was sobbing now, remembering everything that he did to me, the broken bones, the cuts and bruises.
"It's okay, he wont get you here, he's had no activity for a long time. Possibly gone out of Gotham now, you are safe." He whispered. He knew where the psychotic clown was.
"You better be sure of that. He will come back when he finds out that you've been to seem me. I'm sure of that" I replied in a hushed tone, making sure only he could hear me. "Keep a watch out. I worry for you."
"Don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
"I'm sure you can, with that fractured wrist of yours." I winked at him. I still knew how to do my job.
He looked me up and down three times, scanning me. I knew what that suit could do, he was assessing me with gadgets, making sure that I was back to sanity.
"I'm done here. I'll speak to your psychiatrist and he'll be down to see you within the next few days. Goodbye Harleen."
"Bye Batman." I laughed a little at the fact that they sent him down here.

A FEW HOURS LATER

I was resting in my bed, I didn't know what to do with myself, the only thing I could think about is my twisted ex-lover, if you could even call him that, the times he beat me and made me feel like I was worthless, and the times where he's hold me close and tell me I was his only one and make me feel like I was something special. I remember the last thing he said before shoving me out of the car with broken bones, deep cuts and bruises, the words that poison my mind "You never meant anything to me, you worthless waste of space, this is for disobeying and ruining everything we've tired to do."
That's when I stopped feeling our connection. Each scar that I have is a little reminder of how much of a bad person he was, each scar is a little piece of me that is lost.
I drift off into sleep, not dreaming anything. There was nothing to dream about when you have everything taken away from you. Nothing but pitch black emptiness.

3 A.M.

"HA...HA...HAAA..." Laughter filled the halls. Echoing down to my holding room.
"HA...HA...HAA" The laughter gets loud, surely to be coming closer to me.
"HA..HA..HAAARLEY" Please tell me I'm dreaming this can't be happening. I hit the panic button that was placed in my room. I can now hear footsteps, I hit the panic button again and again.
"HARLEY... DADDY'S HERE" I feel tears running down my face, knowing that no one will come and rescue me. Someone has got to be around, but I don't want to scream as he will know where I am. I hide behind my bed, hoping he wouldn't see me.
"Harley" His voice has now turned to a whisper. "Harley I know you're here somewhere, come out my little pumpkin." I want to scream at him, tell him to leave.
"Hmmm.. An empty room, now that's not right. There must be someone here.. HA." He snickered, does he know I'm here?
"Oh Harley, I know you're here somewhere, you're release date isn't until tomorrow, so you have to be here." No, he can't know I'm here, there's no way he'd know. "Do I have to come in there and drag you out?" I can't take this anymore.
I crawl from my hiding place but sit as far away as I could from the door, not looking up, as much as I want to peek at him, I couldn't do it.
"Oh Harley, What have they done to you my little pooh" He said, feigning sadness.
"My name is Harleen. What do you want?" I said through my teeth.
"Harleen? No, no one who comes in here reverts back to who they were!" He shouted at me shaking the door. "You are still my Harley Quinn!"
"I was never yours" I cried, looking directly at him, my breathing stopped.
"What's wrong pooh? Surprised to see me now?" He said with a grin from ear to ear.
His body was like a master piece, structured to perfection, toned but muscular, he had been tattooed, so many tattoos, his hair cut and slicked back. His suit was different, not the purple suit and yellow shirt, but red shirt and silver suit, his shirt open so I could see his perfected body. I couldn't breathe.
"Pumpkin? Do you need help?" He said in a dark voice.
"Leave.. Me.. Alone" I managed to choke out. He burst into laughter, that horrible cackle of his, it made my head hurt, then I saw a shadow creep up behind him, I tried not to look at it, not to draw too much attention to this figure who was coming to my aid. I know who it was, but so did he.
He drew out a gun and held it to the left of him.
"Not so quick, batsy boy." He said in a stern voice. "Come any closer and she gets hurt"
The shadowed figure didn't reply, but stood there in complete silence.
"What's the matter ol' boy? Got nothing to say? HAHAHA, you've always got something to say"
The man at my door suddenly had a confused look on his face. "Bats, cat got your tongue?" Only he could see the humor in that.
I sat there waiting for what seemed like forever, eventually the clown turned away from my room and I was quickly swept up. Batman had pulled me up to the next level, so who was that stood near my room, we could hear my ex-lover walk away from the door, not even noticing that I had gone. "Batsy! Why aren't you speaking to me!?" He called, starting to run to where the shadow leads. "WHAT!?"we heard him scream, that was our time to move, I was swept up and was suddenly flying through the air, or that's what it felt like.
"Harley! Where did you go?" He sang to me.
"We need to get out of here" I whispered to my saviour. He only nodded in reply. He did not take me out of black gate, though we headed higher up in the building, to where the offices were.
"There's a panic room in the chiefs office. If I can get you there before we encounter our old friend, you should be safe." the caped crusader said in a quite tone, indicating that I should be quiet too.
A voice came over the speakers.
"Give me back my girl Batman." We kept heading up, knowing that he was only a floor below us, my hero tried to go faster but I could tell he was nearly over his limit.
"Just one more floor" I spoke to him. "We're nearly there"
We burst through the top floors door, heading towards the chiefs office.
Right there in front of the door was the man we were running from, spinning a gun on his finger. He wasn't looking at us, but he knew we were there.
"Give her to me Bats, and we will all walk away from this."
"If you really wanted her, you wouldn't have left her outside fighting for her life."
"Ah, yes, I know. A very bad move I agree, but at the time, I had no need for her, but after spending four years and a day away from her, it takes it toll. Now give her to me."
Batman threw me back, out of the way of the firing line. I heard myself hit the wall hard, breaking a bone in my body, but I couldn't feel which one as I was running off of adrenaline now, knowing I had to make it into that panic room.
"If you want her, you have to deal with me first."
"Fine by me batsy old boy"
Batman engaged into battle with this horrid man, shots were fired and punches were thrown, but they kept at it. One question came into my mind. Why was Batman doing this for me?
I saw my chance to make a run for the door. I stood up feeling which bone I'd broken. Left Rib just under my breast. It hurt but I knew I could make it. I set off running with the door in my sight, but what I wasn't expecting was someone to come flying out at me, knocking me into another room.
Robin had been hiding up here. Batman and himself knew this was going to happen.
"What are you doing?" I whimpered, clutching onto my broken bone.
"I couldn't just let you run through that fight. You could have been killed" Robin whispered loudly at me.
"Why are you even doing this for me?" I asked, looking robin dead in the eyes.
"Because we care about your well being" he answered honestly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I was getting angry now.
"Well, we didn't want you to go back to that man, after everything he did to you, we couldn't let that happen again. Even though you were a bad 'guy' you were still a victim of his crimes."

"Ugh, get out of my way, I need to get to the chiefs office"
Outside we could hear the fight raging on, until we heard a blood curdling crack and the man I used to love laugh as loud as he could. Robin ran out side to find Batman on the floor holding onto his leg. He had broken it. I ran out and jumped over the crazed man grabbing his gun.
"You have to stop this now. You're taking this too far." I said looking at the man dead in his eyes.
"Oh Harley, you do know the way to my heart. Empty threats and holding a gun to my face." He looked at me with his seductive eyes.
"Oh, Joker" I whispered, feeling like I was melting.
"Robin get her before he does" Batman called. Robin ran towards me and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back behind Batman. He shook me violently.
"Harleen, Snap out of it!" Robin was shouting at me, from then on all I could remember was his laughter. My Puddin'.