Disclaimer: I do not own DC or any of the characters I have used from Suicide Squad, this story is a making from my mind only.
Harley looked around her surroundings "Hello?" Her Brooklyn voice echoed around her as she limped through the darkness "Anybody here?" She called.
"Harley!" She heard a familiar voice calling her "what are you doing, go back!"
"D?" She walked closer to the voice, holding her hand above her eyes as a light shone brightly in front of her.
A doctor shone a torch in Harley's eyes, checking for any signs of life in her fragile body.
"What are you doing here?!" He shouted across the dark void, slowly coming into view as he walked toward her for what seemed like forever "You shouldn't be here, go back!" Diablo told her.
"But it hurts, D, I don't wanna go back." She whined, holding her chest as a sharp twinge came to her.
"Come on, Harley, come on, just hold on." The doctor begged as he charged up the machine again. He had treated Harley so many times, it was almost weird when he would see her at that club sometimes, walking around completely fine.
He raised his eyebrow at her, his presence blurry as if she couldn't focus on him properly "Harley, go back, he's got you, I promise."
"Come on, baby, stay with us!" She heard The Joker in her ear.
The soothing sounds of her Mistah J's voice quickly changed, disturbing Harley with such a vivid memory and making her stumble backwards into a chair "My job is to keep you alive until you die, you understand me?" Griggs' harsh, sadistic voice echoed around her, filling every crack of the empty room.
All of a sudden, she was back in that chair, the chair she had fallen into, she recognised all too well "No!" She cried as the straps tightened around her head, wrist and ankles, a tube being forced into her "D, what's happening to me?" She yelled as loud as she could to him through her sobs.
"No, get away from me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, coughing and spluttering as she tried to thrash around, the leather straps digging into her wrists.
The sweet sound of her puddin came back to her ears "Harley, stop resisting!" She heard him groan.
"Okay, puddin," she sniffled sadly "I will." Harley spoke much quieter now and her sobs lessened until she had completely stopped.
After Harley had stopped thrashing around, the doctor was able to intubate her, giving her much needed oxygen directly into her lungs, the straps still remained though as there was a small chance she had hurt her back.
As Harley began to feel less anxious, her visions faded, the straps on the chair loosened and she was able to stand up and wander around, she didn't really know where she was going to wander to though since everywhere she looked was darkness.
Harley let out a big yawn "Don't go to sleep, Harley." She saw her old self standing before her.
"You again." She sighed with frustration "I thought I told you to leave me alone." Harley walked in the opposite direction but Harleen just appeared in front of her again
"Don't go to sleep, you go to sleep, you never wake up again." Harleen told her as Harley continued to yawn.
"Yeah, yeah." Harley mocked her "Yada, yada, death, yada, yada."
"Harley, I'm serious," Harleen scowled "You're really hurt, you give into the darkness, it will take you forever, and nothing can bring you back, not even Mistah J."
"Ahh," Harley went sad, thinking about never being able to see her puddin again."Puddin!" She cried out.
They arrived at the nearest hospital, the Joker shooting anyone who even dare question him as their mob doctor and two very scared paramedics rushed Harley into theatre at gun point.
"Why aren't you doing anything?!" The Joker banged on the glass window that overlooked the operating theatre.
"Sir," His mob doctor looked up at him "she's fighting it, she's not accepting the anaesthetic." He looked at him seriously "But she needs surgery now, she's loosing too much blood and her BP is dropping rapidly."
"Then give her more anaesthetic and….FUCKING FIX HER!" He screamed at his ever loyal doctor, banging the palms of his hands repeatedly on the glass.
Everyone, the Joker included, heard Harley's heart monitor beeping steadily until it started going faster, beating more rapidly, the constant beeping, going a million times a second and driving the Joker insane.
Then, flatline….
To be continued….
Author Note: Hi, thank you for reading, this is my first ever Suicide Squad/Harley/Joker fic and I didn't realise quite how hard it was, until you give it a go yourself, to actually write Harley, she's such a complex character. Anyway, I think I did alright.
So, what do you think happened to Harley this time, any ideas? Let me know. Please don't forget to follow and review, it's always fun to read what you think.
I much prefer how Joker is with Harley in SS, I mean he's still clearly abusive to her but in SS, he also acted a lot more caring and loving towards her which I really liked so this Joker is the one from Suicide Squad, sorry if you prefer the originals mannerisms
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