A/N: Hello Again! Thank you all so much for reading, I was stunned by the number of favorites and follows this has already received. Here's the new chapter, a bit longer than the last, I hope you enjoy! Please review if you are enjoying it and feel free to give me some ideas for things you'd like to see in this story.

She screamed. Again. Another ear piercing scream that made the nurses cringe. She was tired of screaming, her throat burning under the strain, but she didn't know what else to do. No one here could give her the answers she needed, they didn't know who she was or where she'd come from. But he would know. Her memories were limited, but it was enough to know that Joker would be able to answer her questions. He could help her, but with no phone and her body restrained to the bed, all she could do was scream. Hoping that somehow, word would get to him about the crazy woman in the hospital looking for his help. Mister J was her only hope, and after days of screaming and sedation... she was starting to lose hope altogether.

The thought that he wasn't coming for her... That she would never get out of this stupid hospital full of doctors trying to calm her and psychiatrists trying to fix her... None of them understood. They didn't understand what it felt like to have nothing, to not even know your own name. If he didn't come for her... the idea made her sick... And so she screamed again, at the very top of her lungs, desperation making her voice crack.

She'd be damned if she went down without a fight.

Joker prowled down the hallway, Jonny and a some of his other men a few paces behind. Joker had been losing it, really losing it. Their boss had always been crazy, but this was taking it to new levels. He was drinking all night, barely sleeping, he'd torn apart his apartment at least twice (obsessively arranging knives and guns in place of the furniture), shooting henchmen at random, blowing up banks and leaving the money behind... Things were getting out of hand and as a result everyone was on edge.

No one had realized the effect that Harley'd had on him until she was gone. She'd kept him grounded, focused on his plans. Harley had given him direction and purpose, and without her guidance things were falling apart at the club. The Queen was a far more important piece than anyone had realized...

All efforts were now aimed at tracking her down, but so far every lead seemed to be a bust. Every failed attempt to find her seemed to plunge him deeper into madness and almost two weeks after her disappearance, they were beginning to wonder how much worse their boss would get if she never came back... Jonny did his best to keep them focused, but fear was palpable amongst the group. Today, they were in the hospital following a lead from a corrupt doctor about a crazy woman in ward 4. It wasn't much, but they were willing to try anything at this point.

Doctors and nurses fell silent as they marched past, some averting their eyes and others dropping files or coffee cups, gaping in shock. That was when they heard it, muffled screams down the hall. Desperation and hopelessness and fear all blending into that oh so familiar voice. Joker broke into a sprint, leaving the rest scrambling to catch up.

He'd recognize that voice anywhere. The voice that drove him crazy, yet kept him sane. Harley. His Harley. And she was in pain.

It's your fault. It's your fault. Itsyourfault. Yourfaultyourfaultyourfault.

The voices in his mind persisted mockingly, but he ignored them, focusing on her instead. It wasn't hard to locate her, not with her pained pleas echoing down the hallway in stereo. J swung open the room door without hesitation, ice flooding his veins at the sight. She looked broken. Strapped down to the bed, tears streaming down her gorgeous face, her lips quivering as she yelled for help. As she yelled for him. A nurse stood nearby, a syringe poised near Harley's drip as she looked to the brunette holding a clipboard for guidance.

"Ma'am." The brunette stated calmly, though Joker could see her composure fading quickly as Harley yelled straight over her. "We need you to calm down so that you can answer our questions, otherwise we have to sedate you again."

"NO NO NO!" She screamed, thrashing against the restraints. "MISTER J! MISTER J PLEASE! HELP ME! Please... please..." Harley sobbed, her voice growing quieter as she resigned herself to her fate.

"Nurse, you can-"

"GET. OUT." Joker interrupted, the syringe clattering to the floor as the woman practically jumped out of her skin. The brunette appeared to be shaking with terror as her eyes met his briefly, before she dashed out of the room dragging the frazzled nurse behind her. Jonny ran in a split second later, quickly assessing the situation and shutting the door behind him. He assumed his normal position beside the entrance, keeping guard and fading into the background.

Harley's choked sobs continued though, as if she was oblivious to the outside world and trapped inside her own head. She probably is... J was by her side in seconds, ripping the restraints off of her wrists and pulling her into his arms, but she didn't respond.

"Baby, baby, baby... I'm here." He said lowly, pulling her closer into his chest. Her scent was off, far more Hospital than Harley, but her thundering heartbeat against his chest was all the reassurance he needed. His Queen was back in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

"Mister J?" She asked quietly, almost as though she couldn't quite believe he was really there. That this was all some twisted dream fuelled by a cocktail of sedatives. Lord knows it wouldn't be the first...

"The one and only, baby." His voice matched her memories perfectly, husky and low. His scent was familiar, the spicy cologne she adored. He was really here. He was here to save her... And then she snapped. Strangled cries escaped her lips, hot tears rushing down her flushed skin whilst she clutched his purple shirt for dear life. Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she gasped for air, breathless as though there was no oxygen in the room. He was all too familiar with her in this state, although it had been awhile since he'd last seen it...

YourFaultYourFaultYourFaultYourFaultYourFaultYourFaultYourFaultYourFault.

"Harls..." He said quietly but firmly, ignoring the rambling voices circling his mind. Gently, he lifted her chin, forcing her bleary eyes to meet his. "Harls, I need you to focus on me. Breathe, baby. I've got you."

"Harls?" She sniffled, trying to catch her breath. "Harls... is that m-my name? Is that w-what you c-c-call me?" Joker froze, thrown by her question. He'd always called her Harls. Always. In fact she loved the nickname, ever since he'd first used it during a session back at Arkham. So why was she asking about it now...? Swiftly, he put together the pieces and spun around to face Jonny.

"Jonny, go find me her doctor." He nodded once before leaving the room. Joker turned his attention back to a confused Harley.

"What's wrong Mister J? You look worried." His forehead was furrowed, jaw set tightly and his grey eyes were scanning her face as if looking for clues. Perhaps her question had been a little obvious, but it's not like she could hide it from him for long. He was very astute and he hated lies. That, she could remember.

"Mister J?" He asked. This all wasn't adding up. Her hesitance to his touch, her uncertainty about her name, 'Mister J'... It just didn't fit. Sure, she still called him that from time to time, but mostly when she was feeling playful and wanted to relive the 'good old days'. Now, it was almost always J or Puddin, especially when she was feeling vulnerable. Something was very wrong... "Why Mister J?"

"Is there something wrong with that? Do I call you somethin' else?" Before he could answer, the door swung open and a doctor stumbled through, Jonny close behind with a magnum pointed at his head.

"Hey Doc," And there was that menacing grin from her memories, all metal teeth and impending murder. "Mind telling me what's wrong with my girl?"

She ignored how the words made her heart flutter with joy, instead focusing on the way Joker ripped her ankle restraints off and delicately rubbed over the red marks they'd left on her milky skin. His touch felt like heaven and it made listening to the terrified doctor quite difficult.

"S-she w-w-was in...in a car accident..." He stuttered before clearing his throat. "Minor sprained ankle, bruising to the torso, one cracked rib-" J's palm slammed down on the side table, startling Harley until he placed a reassuring hand on her thigh, which startled her for entirely different reasons...

"None of that explains why she can't remember her name Doc. I want answers. Now."

"It was a bad accident. We had to resuscitate her twice in the ER. She injured her head quite badly, and she's unfortunately developed amnesia. We aren't sure of the extent because she wouldn't answer our questions." She'd almost died. Twice. His Harley was almost ripped from the world and he was nowhere to be found. He failed her...

YourFaultYourFaultYourFault. Focus Dammit!

"How come she remembers me then Doc?"

"The brain is a curious thing. Depending on which section was damaged, depends on what information she may have lost. The affects can vary greatly from person to person."

"So how do we get her memories back?"

"You don't. They may come back on their own over time or they may never be restored. All you can do is try to jog her memory and be patient." Patience. Patience. Great, something he doesn't have a lot of.

"Jonny..." J sighed, gesturing for them to leave. When the door shut behind them, he turned to sit beside Harley on the bed, his eyes watching her carefully. "How much do you remember Harls?"

"Not a lot." She muttered, combing her fingers through her matted hair. "I remember how we met, some of our time at Arkham, but it's a little patchy. I remember you breaking out and taking me with you. That's about it..."

"Your name?" She shook her head.

"Your birthday?" Another no.

"Where we live?" No. Again.

"Keyway City?" His voice almost broke on the words, fear and desperation creeping in. It worried her, why that strange question seemed to mean so much to him. She would have to ask later...

When she shook her head no again, his heart fell a hundred floors. But he quickly played it off, putting on his signature smile and reaching out a hand to her.

"Well Harley Quinn, don't worry about it." Harley Quinn. She liked the sound of that. She took his offered hand and he placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "We're going home, baby."She liked the sound of home too. She snuggled into his chest as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her out. Her memory was still full of gaps, but she felt better than she had in days. As long as she was with him, she would be alright.