Alone in Arkham
The darkness swept over Gotham city, a time of day that made the scum and villainy tremble with fear, and why? The Batman. One man that stood alone, one man who had put the fate of the troubled and corrupt city on his shoulders. His face was a mask of hatred and anger, he was not someone you would want to run into in a dark ally, something most two-bit criminals had found out when trying to run away.
The Batman had managed to bring a glimmer of hope to the city, but his presence had brought new criminals into the world, ones that didn't abide by any rules, hid there true selves from everyone, and most of the time where more powerful than anything you could imagine. But the one thing that set aside these new villains from the old ones was the fact that they where all deemed criminally insane and thrown head first into the hell on earth, Arkham asylum.
Arkham asylum, that's where they kept her, the poor girl who's heart had been ripped out several times, and been shoddily sewn up again. The girl who turned to a life of crime and bad jokes just to make the Joker love her.
Harley Quinn sat staring sadly out of her barred window. Her view was not one to be admired, a dull red-grey sky that was reflected in the murky water surrounding Arkham, the ambiance left something to be desired, screaming, sirens, and crashing filled the air.
The dim lighting in her cell highlighted how low she felt, but you didn't have to ask her how she was feeling you could see it. Her hair had lost its life, it was flat and dull, she wasn't even in the mood to tie it up anymore, it just hung down past her shoulders, unwashed and unloved.
She had also lost her colour, she was pale and chalky, her eyes red from tears and exhaustion. Harley hadn't talked to anyone in weeks, not the doctors, the police, and Poison Ivy couldn't even get acknowledged by her. Harley had officially given up on life.
And why had Harley given up on life? The Joker. But what he had done had finally ripped her heart out and burnt it way beyond saving. Harley had been going over it in her head for weeks, his harsh words played over in her head, she remembered the day, the time, the exact moment he had taken her will to live…
Three Weeks Ago
Arkham asylum was buzzing, completely alive, everyone was excited, the staff, the inmates, everybody. But none was more excited than Harley Quinn, she had even bribed a guard to let her wear her costume, just so she could impress her puddin'
The Joker had been at court today, it would decide whether he could be let out under The Batman's supervision. Everything was riding on this hearing. That's why Harley had sent The Joker one hundred good luck charms in the form of Joker and Harley plushies.
Suddenly the whole Asylum was as quiet as death, he was back, The Joker was back.
Harley burst out of her cell, which was already unlocked, courtesy of the same guard. Harley ran as fast as she could, beaming her signature smile, singing "Puddin', puddin', puddin'" Harley was the grabbed sharply at the arm by Ivy, this didn't stop her from being super happy, "Oh, hay Red! My puddin's back! Isn't it great?" Harley pulled her arm from her friends and ran off, Harley never heard Ivy say, "He lost Harley, he lost."
Harley reached the end of the corridor, and there he was, he knight in purple armor, the best man in all of Gotham, in the world. Well at least in Harley's eyes. She couldn't contain her self, she bound for him, her love back in her arms.
"Puddin!" She jumped, he caught her, and dropped her. She picked herself up but she was still cheery. "Ouch puddin, silly guy, what you drop me for, smile, your free!" Without a heartbeat passing The Joker lashed out in a fit of rage, he hit her across the face.
No one breathed, the Joker had never hit Harley like that before. And he wasn't done yet. "What wrong with you?" He said in the worst voice imaginable, it was a cross between seething hate and spite. Harley was speechless, she was clutching her face, tears in her eyes. Ivy had joined Harley, she tried to steer her away but Harley couldn't move.
The Joker squared up to Harley, and practically spitting in her face he screamed. "I hate you Harleen Quinzel, always have, you where a bad joke that got out of control, you're dead to me, so just leave me alone." The Joker walked away, not looking back, shortly followed by his guard.
Present Day
Harley's silent terrified tears streamed down her face. She walked zombie like to her bed, she lay down silently waiting for the next day, hoping that her loneliness would stop, she in her final moment of being awake that she would have her revenge, she would make The Joker see what he had given up, and she knew who was going to help her. The Batman…
