A sharp ringing filled her ears, making Harley want to cover them and scream. She attempted to move, but could not; no pain stopped her, in fact, nothing was stopping her or allowing her to, she couldn't even feel, smell, taste, or see, only hear, as the ringing intensified. After what seemed like hours, it slowly ceased, transforming into the beeping noise of a heart monitor at a hospital. She could hear shuffling, and a murmur of voices, but could not pinpoint the noise, or hear exactly what they were saying. Although it bothered her, it was far better than the persistent ringing earlier.

Questions began to arise in her head, as she now could think clearly.

Why am I here?

Who am I?

Am I dead, asleep, in hell?

The worst question yet, that she had absolutely no answer or opinion, scared her the most.

Why can't I remember anything, or who I am?

The question nagged at her, and she only had one response.

"Maybe I never existed!" she mused. She obviously knew it wasn't true, she had faint wisps of memory, but whenever she attemted to grasp them, they would vanish, leaving her with just a hint she had a past.

Suddenly a loud voice rang clearly in her head.

"Ok, what do we got?"

A high pitched femine voice answered.

"Heavy bleeding, a fractured skull, 3 broken ribs, second degree burns, signs of intense head trauma, and signs of comatose. "

"Ah shit..." She hissed, half saying it just to let herself know she was still here.

"Are there any lost limbs, or organ failure?

"No sir"

"How much blood has she lost?"

"3 pints, her type is A+"

"Ok, top priority here is to get her blood, anymore lost and she won't be walking out anytime soon. Jerry, I'm going to need to perform surgery on her skull, the depression is really deep."

Harley felt like gagging as she heard the surgeon putting his hands in what sounded like human flesh by the conversation.

Footsteps were heard leaving the room, as a door shut. After a bit longer of shuffling sounds, the doctor, who Harley nicknamed Phil, asked his assistant.

"Hey, what's up with her skin and hair? Did anything else happen? She looks nothing like the picture found on her ID."

"No sir, but you do know don't you? This is Harleen Quinzel, The Joker's lover. She jumped into an AHS chemical bath a year ago. She has been said to been diagnosed with Stockholm syndrome, but no one has any really mental proof."

"What about the other body found?"

"Dead sir, cause of death was severe head trauma, they died instantly. By the way their bodies were found, she attempted to protect them. "

"Ha, sucks for them!" th

ought Harley, giggling to herself.

"And Joker?"

"He's already been treated, luckily for him, he just suffered small burns, and one broken rib. He's being taken care of already, just like her, the ribs aren't broken so badly they require surgery. He's in a quarantined hospital, and is going back to Arkham in a week."

"I assume they sent guards?"

"Yes, although in my opinion they should have just killed the fucker. Times like these make me wish they still had the electric chair."

Phil laughed, but Harley no longer found this conversation to her liking. At first she had wanted to yawn, and was quickly bored, but when she heard the name, one of those faint wisps of memory started to tingle.

"Joker..."

-Author's Note-

Heyo guys,this is my first fanfic! I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 1!

I saw Suicide Squad around two-three months ago, and absolutely loved it! Jared Leto was a wonderful Joker in my opinion. :)

Anyways, I'll be updating this once to twice a week. I'll try to atleast make the chapters have 500 words each as well.

I hope you enjoy, if you did, please leave a review, I will be responding to those, and if you can, maybe follow and favorite this?

Thanks a ton for reading!

-Love, OBE (OreoBrownieEarthquake)

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