Author Notes: Here's the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy! Please review, I love reviews.
I don't own any of the characters, just using them for a little while.
Harley was lying on the cold marble of the bathroom clutching her ribs, she could feel three ribs were broken, and her knee cap felt shattered, but she wasn't sure if it really was. She had a swollen lip the size of a baseball, there was a long gash down her neck, her black eye was throbbing rapidly, and her shoulder was popped out of place.
Geez, don't think he could have beaten me worse, she thought to herself.
Harley had (yet again) made him angry for some unknown reason. Lately he had been randomly going off on her, beating her until she was unconscious, or just, limp.
Joker had just left her there, didn't even bother to tell her to go clean herself up, just left. It was moments like this that she truly questioned her sanity. Why would she stay with him, after all this time, after all the goddamn beatings and forced sex, why? That was a question that went unanswered for years, and she doubted it would be solved anytime soon.
She slowly picked herself up; she had almost been able to stand straight before she heard her knee cap crack. Screaming in pain she fell to the floor with a load thud and clutched her knee. She had to get up, if she didn't she'd probably die from the god awful smell her body was emitting.
So pushed through the pain and stood, walked over to the shower and turned the water on hot. Taking a deep breath and preparing for the pain she turned toward the door and pulled her arm back to gran the side of the shower, she slowly lowered herself so that her arm would bend. There was a cringing pop and she screamed again, knowing she achieved her goal.
She stripped down and got into the shower, the hot water hitting her skin made her shiver. She stared at the blood tinged water swirling around on the floor, it looked so pretty. The bathroom smelt the way blood tasted, with a hint of cigarettes and whiskey. She listened to the water hitting the floor like rain; she loved the sound of rain. It was so calming.
The building was strangely nice. The company had just gone out of business, so it was still relatively in shape. It was an old law firm, in plain sight. Harley wasn't exactly sure why J had picked the place, she thought somebody would probably notice two clowns walking into an old law firm, but she kind of liked it so she didn't care much.
The bathroom was made up of black and dark purple marble, the sink, shower, toilet, walls, and floors. It sounded like it would start to hurt your eyes after a while but it didn't, it was quite nice.
Each floor seemed to be made up of a different color, the floor Harley was on (the top floor) was black and purple, the next floor down (29th) was brown and blue, and the next floor (28th) was green and silver. Harley's favorite was the 28th though; it reminded her of a forest at twilight.
Harley started to hurt too much to stand so instead she sat on the floor, letting the water run down her back and over her face.
She started thinking about her life before him. Her job, her friends, her husband and family, she missed it. She was happy here, with him, but she missed her old life.
After losing Joel and her baby (whose name would've been Logan) her life went to shit and he was the only thing left. She tried not to think about life before him, she tried to forget it, nobody wanted memories like that, they threatened to tear you apart and leave you in a pile of waste.
But, she missed Friday drinks with her friends and thanksgiving with her family (well not so much), she missed the late nights with Joel watching stupid reality TV shows and laughing at them. Now she was fucking a psychopathic clown. Hell, she was a psychopathic clown.
Harley finished washing herself and stepped out. She started shivering when the cold air hit her, Harley was never a big fan of winters in Gotham, plus the fact the building didn't have any heat didn't help. She didn't understand how they could get water, but not electricity and heat. Leave it to him.
She stepped out of the bathroom in her towel and walked to her room. She "wasn't allowed to have the same room as him" something about always kicking him out of the bed. Yeah right, he was the one who did the kicking; his feet were like fucking dolphins on crack. So, apparently being "fed up with her kicking", he stuck her on the top floor like fucking Rapunzel.
When she got inside of the room she walked to one of the corners that held all of her stuff and grabbed her first aid kit and some clothes. She bandaged her ribs, sewed up her cuts, and put some bad-aids on.
Finishing up with her task she put her clothes on, a pair of checkered skinny jeans, a red tank, and black combat boots. She walked to the long body mirror that sat against the wall and stared at her image, luckily she was semi back to normal, she still had a huge lip and cuts everywhere, but, it was good enough.
She took a deep breath and prepared for the worst as she headed down the elevator to the 24th floor, his floor.
