'Is she okay? That was a nasty drop,' I vaguely heard someone ask, I didn't recognise the voice.

'I think her leg's broken, we'll need to get her seen asap,' a male voice muttered.

'We need to remember who this is we're dealing with. She's Joker's puppet,' a third voice spoke.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt as if they weighed a ton. My whole body ached and right leg throbbed with a sharp pain, I didn't dare move it. The voices continued muttering but my mind was doing a good job of blocking them out as I tried once again to open my eyes. I was lying on something cold, like a long metal table, an operating table or something. It was making me shiver.

'Hey, she's waking up!' The third voice I recognised again spoke. I finally opened my eyes.

I gasped as none other than the Batman was peering down at me, watching me with guarded but concerned eyes. There were two others talking quietly, one I recognised as Nightwing but I didn't recognise the other. I was so confused; what the heck had happened while I was out? I seemed to be in some sort of underground cave, all I could smell was dirt and dried blood.

'It's okay Harleen, we're not going to hurt you. What happened?' Batman asked.

I gulped and cast my mind back to, last night, or whenever as there was no inclination as to what time it was now. All I could remember was The Jester breaking through the window and tormenting me, and then shoving a pin through my shirt. Everything else, completely blanked out. Why had he attacked me? I didn't understand what I did, but then again this is how I always felt. It seemed like I didn't have to do anything, merely breathe sometimes and he would see that as a reason to hurt me or belittle me. But I still loved him, didn't I? After all he completed me, and why would he have me around if he didn't love me? It made no sense. I felt a tear prick my eye and hastily brushed it away, sighing and remembering I had company. I looked up.

'The Joker happened,' I mumbled quietly, not wanting to look into his eyes. Batman nodded.

'I can see that. He seems to have included you in one of his many shows. He rigged the apartment with C4, the ledge you fell on crumbled and I got there just in time to grab you.'

I glanced up at that, taken aback. 'What? He just left me for dead?!' Batman nodded slowly, looking at me with a disgusting look of pity.

At that moment Nightwing walked over. 'Yes he did, maybe now you will see that fucked up psycho for what he is,' he glared down at me, as if this was all my fault.

'Listen, ding bat, I didn't ask for this to happen to me! I didn't see it coming!' I protested, tears stinging my eyes.

'You didn't see it coming? This is the Joker, surely you know him best of all seeing as you practically live up his ass?' Nightwing spat. Batman rubbed his eyes, while the third man took a seat nearby, sighing deeply.

'Yeah well, screw you! Not anymore!' I yelled. 'I think I'm done with him!'

Everyone looked taken aback at my words, even Nightwing who momentarily forgot he was angry and instead gaped at me like I had just spouted a third ass cheek.

'You're done with him?' Batman asked quietly. I nodded.

'Look, I'm not stupid okay? I know this isn't right. I might be crazy Harley now but I know a bully when I see one. He has turned me into something I hate, and that's the truth,' I mumbled, shocked at myself for daring to say all of this aloud. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

'It's okay, Harleen. You're safe now,' Batman said. 'Do you know where the Joker would have gone? I couldn't find any indication back at the apartment,' he spoke softly, like how someone might talk to a child who just lost their teddy bear. This annoyed me greatly.

'Some detective you are,' I muttered acidly.

'Listen girl, be grateful Batman saved your life. Less of the attitude!' Nightwing barked. I glared at him, sticking my tongue out. My leg was really starting to burn now but I tried my best not to show it, not in front of these guys anyway.

'Okay, well I'm going to let Doctor Williams here take a look at you, he'll take care of your leg. Let me know if you find out anything regarding The Joker's whereabouts. I'll be seeing you around, Harleen,' Batman nodded at me and made eye contact with Nightwing, who grunted but nodded. He remained standing where he was like a soldier, arms crossed, even after Batman had disappeared.

'What are you doing staring at me like that? Don't you want to go join your pal there?' I shot at him, as the doctor scooted his chair closer to me, adjusting his glasses.

'I'm not staring at you like anything and my pal there just saved your life. You didn't even thank him,' he spat back. He then put his hand on the doctor's shoulder.

'Sorry doc, let me know when you're done and I'll be back. I'm not letting this one go easily,' he muttered, and turned to walk away.

'This one? This one has a name, ding-wing. It's Harley,' I yelled after him.

'Speak soon, clown,' he replied over his shoulder.

I scrunched my face up and turned to look at the doctor. He was a redhead, in his early 40s, and his face had lines upon lines of wrinkles, which was unusual given what I presumed was his age, but maybe it was just the stress of working in Gotham. I mustered my best smile.

'What will it be, doc?'

He got up and moved his surgical light across so it was aimed at my body, and for the first time I noticed how bad I really looked. My top was torn to shreds, it just about covered my breasts. My stomach had a deep scratch expanding across my pierced belly button. As my eyes wandered down, I gasped at the sight of my leg. It looked freaking awful! I covered my mouth as wave of extreme nausea gripped me and my skin went ice cold.

'Yep, you've got yourself into a right state, Harleen. But nothing I can't fix, so not to worry,' The doctor said kindly. 'I'll need to take some x-rays to fully assess the damage and you should be good as new in no time,'

I nodded numbly. How could he do this to me? I thought stupidly. He would tell me he loves me, okay it was rare but he had said it. How could he leave me to die? He had hurt me countless times, called me names and constantly undermined me, but never this. Never something to this scale. Even with all the abuse, I always thought that deep down he loved me, maybe just didn't know how to show it. But there was no excuse for this, this was like a bucket of freezing cold water had been poured down my neck. I decided then and there; The Joker had to go.