Disclaimer: I don't own the Joker or anything relating to Batman, unfortunately. I only own the plot, and my interpretation of Harley Quinn. And any OCs that may come along.

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"Harley, come now. It's time for your medicine."

But Harley wasn't listening. Her face was inches from the TV set. She stared with lustful eyes as she raised her hand up and slid her fingers over the glass. Over the face of the Joker cackling back at her.

"Harley," the nurse said more forcefully.

Harley jerked, pulled out of her fantasy. She twisted her head to the nurse. The nurse pointed to a little paper cup in her hand and mouthed "Meds. Now." Harley pushed herself up from the floor, and dragged her feet over to the woman. She snatched the cup from her hands and downed all six pills at once. She swallowed, hard, and then opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue as proof that she'd actually taken them.

"Thank you Harley. Good night."

Harley looked the nurse up and down once, without a word, and then hurried away to her room where she spit out all six pills. She stashed the unswallowed pills in a little jewelry box under her nightstand, and then changed her clothes and slid into bed. The second the light was out, there was a knock on the door. Harley didn't even roll over.

"What?"

The door opened and a girl entered. Harley turned her head. The girl looked like she was in her mid-twenties, but she wore a Barbie nightgown and was hugging a purple CareBear to her chest.

"I can't sleep," she whimpered.

Harley put her head back down. "Lacey, go to bed."

"I can't sleep!" she cried.

Harley flung herself around, sitting up and staring at Lacey. "So get a fucking nurse! Or go bug Kate. Don't you usually go bug Kate when you can't sleep?"

Lacey was silent. She had tears running down her face. "Kate…she…" Lacey choked up. "She's...I..."

Harley laid back down, roughly pulling the covers up over her shoulders. "Well, that's just great." One less excuse to get you out of my room. Fan-fucking-tastic

More silence. Harley could feel Lacey staring at her back. Did she realize she didn't give a shit?

"Harley…"

"GO TO BED!" Harley threw her blanket tight over her head and waited until she heard the door click shut before emerging.

The next morning, Harley, along with most of the other patients, watched as three nurses wheeled Kate's dead body out of her room. Harley pushed her way through the crowd and found Lacey staring dumbly at the scene.

"You know," Harley said into Lacey's ear, "Last night I figured you meant to say that Kate was dead. Not that she had just died."

Lacey continued staring forward, her purple CareBear held limply at her side by one arm. "I didn't mean either." Then she smiled slightly, still watching the gurney roll away. "I meant to say I killed her."

"You," Harley said, staring at her, "Are a fucking idiot." Harley turned and looked through the mob of people until she found one of the nurses. "Ida!" The nurse looked up and spotted Harley in the crowd. With a big smile, Harley stood on tiptoes and pointed down at Lacey. "She did it! She killed Kate!"

Laughing, Harley ran away to her room, rolling on her bed in hysterics. She just loved being the rat.

Later that day, another girl came barging into her room. Caroline. "That was a dick thing you did to Lacey."

Harley's smile was still playing on her face from laughing so hard. "Yeah."

"You're a bitch."

Harley giggled. "Yeah."

Caroline rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but stopped when she noticed something down the hall. "Oh. Your boyfriend's on TV again."

Harley's eyes bugged out and she burst out of the room, shoving Caroline aside. She sprinted all the way to the commons and sat directly in front of the TV, kneeling and fawning, stroking his face and cooing very softly. She ignored the moans of the other girls.

"Hey, come on!"

"Not again."

"I was watching that!"

Someone must have complained to a nurse because after only a minute of watching her love torturing another Batman impersonator, two nurses came and grabbed Harley by the forearms and dragged her away.

A/N: I know this chapter is short, the first one always is. I'm not entirely sure where this is going, hahahah. I'm just writing and letting it take me wherever. Please please please review and tell me what you think!