A/N: I stumbled upon this, while going through my Joker x Harley stories. This was written around the time I saw Suicide Squad for the first time in cinemas, and I wanted to write something short for Harley:) Read & review!

I'll make you pay.

"Puddin' I can't swim!"

The purple Lambhorgini didn't slow down, and it went into the water. Harley couldn't swim, so she did what was the best option at that time; she held her breathe. Because, she knew that Batman was behind them- since he was the reason they drove the fuckin' car in the water in the first place. For now, play /dead/.
And it worked.
The Bat came to check up on her; and just when he was close enough, Harley attacked him with her dagger, but to no avail as she missed; and got punched in the face, knocking her out cold.

Being brough out of the water by the Bat, and laid down onto the his Batmobile, Harley felt the Bat's lips on her own, as he was trying to wake her up; ❛now's my chance!❜

Harley giggled to herself by what she did next; she saw the chance and she took it. Once the Bat's lips were on her own, she placed one of her hands on his cheek, holding him in place while she kissed him. Feeling her react, he of course, pushed away. Leaving Harley to laugh at him.

"HA! HA! HA-HA-HA-HA!"

Harley found herself on the ground of some kind of prison. The hallway was dark, the only light was given by the flickering lights. Were they really flickering or was she goin' a little crazy?
Turning her head up, she saw the guards looking down at her. Some had true fear in their eyes. ❛seems they've heard of li' ol' me.❜

That only made the jester laugh; her wet hair falling messily down her back, and shoulders, some covering half of her face. A loud laugh echoed from her throat.

"C'mon man, you're six-foot four.-"

"HAHAHAHA!-"

The last thing Harley heard was her own insane laughter, and after that, one of the guards walked up to her, kicking her in the head with his gun, knocking her out cold. /Again/.

When she came to, for the third time that night, she was strapped to a chair, and in front of her, she could see a table, where some kind of meds were placed. Three kind. Looking down at herself, she was dressed in a prison uniform. Ah, crap! Not /this/ again!

Looking to her right, she saw a man kneeling next to her chair, telling her about the meds that were placed on the table.

"Okay, here we have; chocolate, strawberry or vanilla."

Harley's eyes once more gazed upon the meds that were placed on the table. She wanted to say something back to the man, but couldn't seeing as how her mouth was covered, and there was no way to get that shit off.

"My job is to keep you alive, until you die. You understand me?"

Harley mummbled something, but nothing sensible came from her; she was a bit.. scared, and worried. What were these assholes injecting me with?

The guard held up his mobile phone, as he stuck his tongue out, taking a picture of them; Harley didn't move her eyes from the ground; he took the picture.

"Spring break!" Not a second had passed, and she felt sharp pain in her left arm, as she was injected with some of those meds the guard was previously blabbing about.

And then, for the fourth time in one day, she passed out.