A/N: Hello People of the Internet!

Firstly, Thanks for clicking on this story and I hope you enjoy it. I'm pretty new to writing fanfics, so please be kind. This is a Joker/Harley fanfic, based on the fluffier/sweeter relationship shown in Suicide Squad. More info at the bottom :)...

Spinning. Beep. Beep. BEEP. Buzzing. Voices. Mumbling voices. Buzzing. Blurs of color. Beep. Beep. Fading colors. Whispering. Beep. Darkness. Numbness. Emptiness.

SHOCK! Blinding light. Shouting. Panic. Movement. Spinning. Coldness. SHOCK! Pain. Overwhelming pain. Dizziness. Flickering lights. Shivering. Nausea. Swaying. Burning. Fading. Numbness. Peace...

She was woken by an irritating beeping. Relentless and annoying. It was Saturday, for God's sake! Why was her alarm going off? Wait a minute, she didn't have an alarm... Or did she? Mentally trying to picture her bedroom, she hit a blank. Why couldn't she remember her bedroom? Why couldn't she remember if she set an alarm?

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, heavier than she had expected. The room was a blurry mix of greens and whites that made her eyes burn and her head pound. It took a good minute for the world to come into focus, an overwhelming odor of disinfectant assaulting her as it did. Her body jolted, searing pain surging through her at the movement, enough to trap the scream of fear in her throat.

This wasn't her room.

Faded blue walls, speckled cream linoleum floors, scratchy cotton bedding. None of this was familiar. Her thoughts flickered erratically before coming to a conclusion. Hospital. Hospital. She was in a hospital. A fairly nice one judging by the quality of the curtains... but that didn't matter. Not now. Not when she was in a hospital. Not when she couldn't remember getting here.

"Help..." She croaked out, the word like sandpaper on her tongue. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. Hands shaking uncontrollably. Everything hurt. Everything burned. A thousand elephants were stampeding through her head, a knife in her side every time she breathed. What the hell had happened to her?

"Hello dear, you're finally awake I see." An elderly lady said softly, walking into the room. Her outfit was odd... no wait. Hospital. Nurse. Obviously. She mentally scolded herself, she was far smarter than that, regardless of the pain in her head. "Don't panic, your in Gotham General Hospital. Everything is alright, you were just in a car accident. Here, have some ice."

She took the offering gratefully, popping the chip into her mouth and letting it dissolve. It seemed to ease the fire in her throat, though it did nothing to calm her. Settling her shaking hands on the bed rail, she closed her eyes and tried to settle herself.

"There you go dear. Now, can you tell me your name sweetie?" Her eyes flashed open at this question. A simple question. Yet her mind drew a blank. Her brows furrowed as she concentrated, searching the depths of her mind for an answer. Any answer at all. Nothing. Blank. The answer should have been instinctive. A reflex reaction to a question she would have been asked all her life... and yet, nothing.

"I don't remember..." She stuttered, raising a trembling hand to her throat. "I-I-I..." Where had it gone? Her brain, her memories, her life? Why couldn't she remember anything? Why was there nothing there? How could she remember words and places and logical things, but not her own name?! What the hell was wrong with her?!

"Easy there, it's alright. You injured your head quite badly. Don't worry about it for now, it'll come to you later." Lie. She didn't know how she could tell, but deep down in her gut, she knew it was a lie. It made her furious. "Is there anything in particular you remember? Maybe someone we can call?"

She pushed herself, ignoring the pounding agony and forcing her mind to find a word. A name. Anything. Think, think, think! Who would she call in a situation like this? Who would she call when she panicked? Who would she turn to? Who was the most important person in her life? There had to be something there dammit! There had to be. Her entire life couldn't just be gone! FOCUS!

A rush of dizzying feelings passed through her, vibrant memories flashing past her eyes at the speed of light. Emotions and feelings and confusion and happiness. Unbelievable happiness. Memories of green hair, pale skin, laughing. Strong hands, tattoos, purple. It all hit her at once, all leading to one miraculous conclusion. A gasp of breath.

"MISTER J!" She screamed at the very top of her lungs, the piercing sound reverberating off the walls. It hurt like hell to scream with her throat so raw, but she didn't care. Not when there was something, someone there. Something that she could remember, something she could cling to in the emptiness of her mind. "J! J! MISTER J! PLEASE MISTER J! J HELP ME!"

She continued screeching, flailing wildly, completely oblivious to the hoards of people surrounding her. Strapping her down and placing a syringe into her drip swiftly. Where was he? He had to be here. Joker had to be here! He wouldn't leave her behind! WHERE WAS HE?! Quickly the world faded away, darkening as her shouts quieted, but her mind did not.

He would find her, whoever she was, and fix her. He always had, he always would. How she knew it, she wasn't sure, but she knew it like she knew the sun would rise in the morning and the ocean would meet the shore.

Mr J would find her. Soon.

A/N: I got the idea for a memory loss kinda fic from an advert I saw when I was really tired and somehow my mind put this together. I've got more ideas for this story, so please let me know if you want me to continue it...

xoxo LUTS