A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to say thank you for all the support you have been giving this story it truly means alot to me. I know it's been a little while since the last chapter, but honestly it was because I didn't know what I wanted to happen next. But I think I figured it out..hope you enjoy!
Harley POV:
Yet again another day in this asylum. I wonder what Griggs is doing today? I haven't seen him since the other day when I scared the shit right outta him, I smiled putting my tongue between my teeth proud of myself. More importantly I wonder if my Puddin' even knows where I am or whether or not he is coming for me. I graceful floated over to the metal bars keeping me trapped in this hellhole. I pressed my face up against the cold, hard bars and looked in both directions seeing nothing but staff members talking about room 617. The women in room 617 had been from what I gathered placed under solitude for biting the neck of her doctor.
I stayed like that for a few minutes until I noticed an unfamiliar face coming towards my cell. "Harley Quinn I assume." A man wearing a white lab coat spoke harshly as he looked over his clipboard.
"Hiya nice to meet ya." I smiled holding out my hand for him to shake. But he just looked at it and continued to write something on the paper he had. I frowned when he didn't take my hand. "Ya know it's awful rude not to shake someone's hand when you first meet them." I turned walking back to my bed.
He sighs. "Deepest apologies Miss..um.. Quinzel." He finally looked up from his clipboard. "My name is Dr. Maxwell Conley I'm hear to run some test on you."
Rolling around seductively on my bed not paying too much attention to what he had to say. "So what I'm hearin' is you want to play a game?"
"I guess you could call it that." He smirked watching me through the bars. "Now Ms. Quinzel, these 'games' are not going to be easy."
I move to the bars in one swift moment to where he was standing. "I like a challenge." I cock my head to the side smiling. Then a shock took over my body, when I looked down to my left side right under my ribs I saw the prongs of a taser penetrating my clothes and skin. I fell to the ground as the electricity found its way throughout my whole body.
The last thing I remember from that is Dr. Conley saying it was just 'precaution' or 'protocol' and that it was best not to fight it. I woke up in a dark room, strapped to a hard metal table. There was no windows, no noise, no nothing. Fearing with what was to come of me, I tried to wiggle my way out of the leather buckles, pulling my arms with all the strength I could conjure up. With no avail no matter how much I struggled I couldn't set myself free.
"Tsk tsk tsk Harls..can I call Harls?" Dr. Conley laughed taking off his lab coat placing it on a hook by the door. "Of course I can, you have no say in this matter." He spoke yanking my head back as he stood next to me his face inches from mine.
"Just you wait until my Puddin' hears about this. You are so screwed." I pulled my head from his grip.
"That's the thing Harls, your 'Puddin'' isn't even looking for you, he couldn't care less about you." Dr. Conley laughed fiddling with the machine.
"What are ya gonna do?" I smirked, laughing at the idea of him trying to hurt me.
"Well." He began playing with one of the electroconvulsive therapy's rods taunting me with it. "I will start by telling you what I need from you, and then we will go from there." He paused standing behind me where I couldn't see him. "Do you know where the Joker is?" He questioned reaching over for the other rod, turning the machine on.
"I would never give my Puddin' up like that." I frowned when he dropped the table I had been tied to horizontally to the ground instead of the standing potion it had been in.
He tortured me for what seemed like hours with each shock he delivered getting increasingly intense. Questioning me about my relationship with the Joker, my relationship with Batman. Whether or not I thought the Joker would be willing to do anything to save me. At one point I had blacked out, forcing him to smack me and wait a few minutes before he delivered the next shock.
"Harley, all you have to do it tell me where the Joker is, and I can let you go back to your room." Dr. Conley sighed growing more and more impatient he turned the machine to high intensity, deadly for most people. "Harley, just tell me where he is, and this can all stop. No more waterboarding, no more experiments. We have learned you will never be Harleen Quinzel again, but that won't stop us from getting you to spill what you know about the Joker." He yelled.
Finally having enough of me he put the rods to the burn marks he had imprinted onto my skull and delivered the final blow. I passed out once again, but this time I had a flashback to the night I had left Mistah J.
I splashed my way over to the steel beam that was holding up the bridge and clung to it for dear life. I had two things to worry about, one being not drowning, and the second making sure Batman doesn't see me. I managed to pull myself out of the water, without Batman's help this time. I hate feeding into his hero bullshit. The last time Batman pulled his 'hero duty bullshit' he locked me up in prison.
"Puddin' where are you?" I questioned looking around before noticing Batman was a few feet from me.
"Harley." His voice deep, but still caring. "Are you okay?" He tried to walk towards me.
"Stay. Away from me you stupid Bats." I slowly started walking backwards keeping Batman in my sight.
He put his hands up in surrender. "I just want to talk, that's all." Still inching forward with every step I took back. "Where is Joker?"
"I'm not tellin' you nothin'." I turn running in any direction I think will keep me from running into Batman.
I must have ran for at least two blocks until I found a motorcycle. I heard the Bats car making its way towards me as I frantically hot wired the bike. I finally got the bike roaring to life, screeching the tires as I made my way out from the side street onto the busy streets of Gotham city. I finally got rid of the Bat and made my way back to the place we call home.
I noticed the light on in Mistah J's office when I pulled up. I dropped the bike to the ground just outside the gate and made my way towards the warehouse. "You asshole, you left me there to die!" I screamed.
I made my way through the house dripping water everywhere, at that point I didn't even care nor notice Mistah J's henchmen sitting playing poker. I slammed open his office door revealing a Joker that put on a facade that he was happy I was okay. "Harley you're okay." His arms opened as if he was wait for me to run into them. "I was worried about you."
I shook my head a bead of water coming off hitting him in the face. "Oh no no no. Don't pull this shit again. You know I can't swim." I yelled, clearly pissed he would leave me to die yet again.
His arms were still open at this point hoping that I would just let it go. "Harley don't be like that."
I was inches from his face, I knew this wasn't going to be the last time he would leave me to die somewhere, and I had just had enough of it. "I am soaking wet, and I would have gotten taken by Bats if I didn't find that motorcycle in time. Then what would have you done then?" I stood still taking in his expression hoping he would understand where I was coming from. When I saw he was only annoyed with me and no longer even put on his fake facade I got mad and slapped him across the face. I immediately regretted it.
He cocked his head to the side, he had his signature wicked evil smile on his face as he place his hand on his right side of the face. "Do not test me Harley." He said wiggling his finger in disapproval. "I promise when I am done with you, you'll be hanging on by your very last breath."
I stepped back fully aware of what I have done. I love my Puddin' why would I ever even dream of hitting him. I was just about to turn and walk away when I heard him stand and grab me by my wrist pulling me into him. I placed my hand on his chest and tried to say sorry for what I have done. But he quickly interrupted by smashing a bottle over my head. "I'm sorry" I squeaked out almost inaudible. But I could tell he heard and I could tell it meant nothing to him.
He threw me across the room my back slammed against his wooden work desk. I fell to the ground my breath taken from me. He was next to me within seconds not giving me any chance to catch my breath. He put his cold hands around my neck just like he had a few weeks ago slamming me against the wall. I felt a shiver go up my spine as fear took over my body. He held me there helpless above the ground, I tried to claw at his hands but it was useless. I gasped for air as the world around me faded I took what I thought would be my last breath as he let me drop to the ground. I grabbed at my throat begging air to enter my lungs, I coughed as the air burned the back of my throat. I looked up at my abuser with the purest love in my eyes as he looked down upon me.
He looked at me with pure hatred in his eyes and said the very words I never thought I would hear. "Harley I despise you, when I pushed you into the chemical bath I didn't want to go back for you. I wanted to leave you for dead." And he left. I knew nothing I could say or do would change his mind.
I knew I couldn't face him, although I still loved him. I told him from the start when he asked me those two questions; that I would die for him, and not only that but I would live for him. But I had to leave I now knew how he felt, and I couldn't change that no matter how much I cared for him.
I took off out the window and down the side of the warehouse and jumped back on the bike that was still running where I dropped it. I sped down the streets of Gotham the world was spinning I felt with every second and every inch I got further from him the more I yearned for him. The more I wanted to turn back and run into his arms not caring what the consequence was going to be from doing so. My heart ached and it felt like apart of me was slowly dying, my breathing slowed and my arms got to weak to hold up the bike. I faded in and out from reality no longer knowing what was real until I slammed the bike into a concrete barrier and got sent flying about hundred feet. I laid there lifeless not caring whether or not I got saved. I didn't want to live if I knew it meant I had to live without my Puddin'.
My eyes slowly blinked open to see a figure standing over me. "Puddin'?" I questioned my eyes still trying to adjust.
I sat up back in reality as a bucket of water was poured over my head. I was now in some dark place of the asylum rats running across the floor. I looked up from the floor I was now chained to, to see the one person I wasn't expecting Griggs.
