Hello, world! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE HIT 100 FOLLOWERS IN A WEEK! This is freaking incredible and I'm cloud nine! I decided to post in honor of my first day back at school!

Thank you so much to bbymojo, ghostgirl208, GoddessofNekos, HarleyIsQueenX, Joshua the Terminian, SilverSun09, Straight Edge Queen, and especially my beta reader DonnaJossee!

I keep forgetting to address the movie so I will now: Suicide Squad is now what the series finale of How I Met Your Mother was two years ago, meaning the cast involved was not happy how it turned out. The actors have every right to be upset with all the scene cuts, it would have made for a much better movie. Like I've mentioned before, I'm still getting the hang of writing these characters, as I am a newbie to the Batman and DC Universe.

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Chapter Three: Bring Me To Life

"Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life"- "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence

Bruce stirred in his sleep at the vibrations of his phone on the nightstand, having only nodded off not even an hour before. It had been harder and harder for him to knock out nowadays.

Who the hell could it possibly be?

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw that it was Jim Gordon, city commissioner and close friend.

"Good evening, Commissioner, what can I do you for?"

"Bruce, there was a riot at Arkham. All the inmates escaped."

"What?" Bruce was fully alert now, sitting up in bed. "What do you mean all the inmates escaped?"

"Every single last one of them. Whomever was behind it blew a hole through the east wing and set off all the alarms, took out the entire security team."

"Any leads?"

"It could be anybody behind it, really. We'll know more when we've delved further into the investigation."

"I'm always saying they need more guards at that damn place. Have you been able to track any of them?"

The first thing that came to mind was Angelique and how freaked out she probably was. He had already been regretting the decision to send her to Arkham, now he really wished he had talked her parents out of it instead of pushing forward.

"No."

"Not even-"

Gordon shook his head, even though Bruce couldn't see him. He thought that Angelique was a lovely young girl. Sweet, pretty and proper, she didn't belong in a place like Arkham.

"No, she's gone. I don't know if she's dead or kidnapped, but she's nowhere to be seen or found."

Trepidation took over his being, his soul. This was all his fault and he knew it, which is why he had to fix things before it was too late, if it wasn't already.

Hanging up the phone, he hopped out of bed and made his way down to the Bat Cave.

"Remind me what the point of all this is again?" A woman asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tonight was supposed to be a date night, but the man decided it was finally time to ensue mass chaos. Sometimes his obsessions got the best of him, and it left her uneasy that it was over a girl not much younger than her.

"That alter of her's will be exactly what we need to burn Gotham to the ground."

"Aren't we enough?"

"Sure, but this is somebody who is better off being one of us. Look at her," The man nodded his head over at the unconscious girl tied up in his favorite abandoned warehouse to conduct "business" in. "she's clearly a tortured soul, and that could work to our advantage."

He took a step closer to the woman, his thumb grazing her lip. "You'd still be living the same boring life had I not freed you. Don't you think she should know how the other half lives?"

She hesitated, knowing he was correct. It had been crazy at first, falling for somebody so mentally unstable. Now, she couldn't picture life without him.

"You're right. I never should have doubted you."

"Yeah, and I'll remind you later why I'm always right." He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in for a fiery kiss. After all this time, a simple kiss from him always revved her up, not to mention he could never get enough of her.

They were interrupted by faint groaning, looking over to see that the girl was slowly coming to.

"She's waking up." He walked over and took the duct tape off of her mouth, holding out his infamous card as she opened her eyes.

"Wake up, little angel. It's time to unlock the gates of hell."

The woman watched the girl's eyes widen when she realized who she was with and let out a strident scream as he laughed.

"Je-sus Christ! You trying to wake up the neighborhood, kiddo? Next door has been having such a hard time putting Little Timmy to sleep. No need to scream... yet. Even if you did, there's nobody for miles and miles around to hear you."

Angelique started hyperventilating. "Oh, my gosh! You're The Joker! I can't believe you're actually real!"

His appearance was startling. Ghostly white skin, bright green hair, smeared black eyes and ruby red lipstick. He had a tattoo on his forehead reading "Damaged", a tear drop tattoo near his eye and what looked like tattoos of broken blood vessels around his eyes and scratches on his face. He was quite stylish in a black suit jacket and pants, gold chains and a dark red shirt.

"Of course I'm real. What, did you think I was made up like the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus?" He smirked, revealing a silver mouth grill, sending shivers down her spine to her toes.

"He's as real as they get." The woman walked forward with her hand out. "Harley Quinn, pleased 'ta meet 'cha." Her smile disappeared when she realized that Angelique was still tied up and backed away. "Whoops, sorry."

She was a pretty woman with burgundy red lips and dark eyes in a very loud black and red one piece jumpsuit adorned with red and black diamond patterns with a headpiece that looked like two pigtails with white pompoms at the ends of them, white ruffles at each wrist and some kind of white bib on the chest. Whatever it was looked identical to a jester costume yet managed to match what The Joker was wearing. From what little of her eyebrows were revealed through the black eye mask, Angelique could tell that she was a natural blonde.

Angelique shook her head frantically, her heart beating so fast she was convinced it would explode. "Please, don't hurt me. I come from a good and very well off family, I'll give you anything you want, just please let me live."

"I know exactly who you are, sweetheart." The Joker droned on, making Angelique wonder if it was the silver teeth that made him slur his speech in such an alluring drawl. "I don't want your money nor do I need it. Trust me, I'm not too far behind your famous Bruce Wayne."

Even when he was locked up, he still managed to obtain money from his multiple business ventures. If he weren't a lunatic, he probably would have been on the cover of Forbes or the next Donald Trump.

"It's imperative I get back home, my parents are looking for me I'm sure."

They wouldn't let her go missing, would they? Certainly Bruce wouldn't, right? After all, he was Batman.

"Why do you care so much? If they cared, they wouldn't have thrown you in that shit hole asylum! Don't you think it's about damn time you do something for yourself instead of being weak and pathetic?"

She shook her head, tears still falling. "But my parents-"

"But nothing!" He snarled in her face, making her look away. "You've spent your whole life being Mommy and Daddy's little painted porcelain doll! You don't have anything to go back to! No family, no friends, no career, nothing. Not a fuckin' thing. Well, it's about to change, because you're getting a new daddy now, sugar."

"What?" She scrunched her eyebrows up in confusion. "I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"The sweet escape that you've longed for is closer than you think. I can make all your nightmares go away. It ain't gonna be fantasyland for you, but you'll thank me sooner than you think."

A part of her was intrigued by what he was implying, but he was a mass manipulator. There was no telling how truthful his words actually were.

"Not a chance! You're deranged and conniving, you do nothing but ruin lives! I'd rather you kill me right now."

"Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya, you're too valuable."

"And so pretty. My head is already swimming with all the sexy outfits to put you in." Harley smacked her gum with a grin.

"I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad." Joker smiled his grill at Angelique, making Harley squirm, for that was exactly what was said to her right before her first round of ECT... Although, he claimed to not be doing that again this time around.

Angelique shook her head, feeling incredibly hopeless and using anything she could think of, the urgency so evident in her voice. "All I need is to get out of here, wherever the hell I am. You're wrong, I have a life I need to return to. I'm getting married in two months!"

The Joker and Harley threw their heads back and laughed, with the former having to slap both of them across the face after a while to stop.

"That wedding is a joke and we all know it. What, how do you think Bruce will react when he finds out the truth about your dark little secrets, if he doesn't know already?"

He took a step closer, putting his hands on the sleeves of her shirt. Her eyes widened in fright and her body shook, knowing he was aware of what was underneath.

"No, don't! Please!"

It was too late. Joker ripped the sleeves clear off and turned her arms over, her wrists chaffing in the restraints.

Harley silently gasped, her hands flying to her mouth while Angelique bowed her head, tears trickling down her face in mortification.

"Nobody was ever supposed to know. I still had the makeup on when they brought me into Arkham and I got dressed quickly after the shower. I didn't want to become dependent on pills, it was the only way to cope with my pain."

She looked down at the lines that traveled up her entire forearms, her one outlet. Not even Jelena knew about it.

"Did anybody know about this, either?"

He tilted her head back sharply and yanked at her hair, her eyelids pulling until it slipped off with the wig cap, making her gasp when the bald spots and tufts of hair growing all over her head were revealed.

"Can't say I blame ya, kid. I'm fucking nuts, of course I yank my hair out of my head." Joker said, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking it to the side.

Harley couldn't help but feel bad for her. She may have been Joker's creation, but it didn't mean that she discarded of all her psychological training... or human compassion.

Joker had no problem putting on a game face, but he did feel a little piteous for Angelique. Even villains had a soft spot, but he couldn't let it be seen, it showed weakness.

"What led to all this self mutilation? It obviously wasn't for attention since you said nobody knew."

Combing his hair back into place, he walked around and lifted her chin with his finger so he could see her face, the tears still welling in her big blue eyes.

Angelique shook her head. "I was attacked and couldn't deal with it. My whole life went in a downward spiral after that and I've been unable to bring myself out of it."

She had never revealed that as Angelique, only as Malice hours before to Dr. Arkham. There was something about Joker-both him and Harley- that was hauntingly beautiful. She had strikingly blue eyes while his were more a steely blue but they both managed to look green somehow.

"By none other than Alberto Falcone, right?"

"How did you know?" His declaration caught her off guard.

"It's what you held back that revealed it all. I can give you everything you've ever wanted, Angel."

Bruce was the only one to ever call her Angel. Everybody else had been so formal with her name with the exception of Jelena who called her Angie from the song by The Rolling Stones. He was getting in her head and she didn't know how to avert it.

"H-how? Why me?"

Joker leaned in, gripping both her forearms.

"I see something special in you. Heroes and villains really are a lot alike, more than people know. We both have desires to stand out and rule it all. You've got a fire that can no longer be contained, why not be with the two people that can help you fuel it to it's maximum potential and make sure you prove the world wrong?"

"He's right." Harley walked forward. "Before Mistah J made me who I am now, I was dead inside. A decorated Olympic gymnast turned psychologist with nothing to live for but work. Now, I've never been happier. My place is to be Harley Quinn because it's the only freedom I've ever known." She stood behind Joker. "Don't you want that for yourself? Don't you think you deserve it?"

While Harley wasn't too thrilled with making their duet a trio, Joker did have a point. Why should Angelique continue to be trapped by her misery when her inner self could be liberated?

Joker locked gazes with Angelique, knowing he was close to having her. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. Through me, you'll be getting the power you constantly craved as Malice, and you won't have to hide her anymore."

Angelique became entranced with his eyes, feeling herself slowly giving in to his magnetic presence.

"Really?"

He nodded. "I can also give you the one thing you've wanted for years... a chance to exact revenge on Alberto Falcone, the man that raped you."

He had caught on that for the most part it was whenever anything sexual was referenced that Malice came out to play.

Joker's statement was what made Angelique blackout and turn into Malice. Her eyes narrowed and a sadistic smirk spread across her face.

"Any way I want?"

"You betcha, but not right away. I've got big plans for you."

"We've got big plans for you." Harley added.

Malice shrugged, surprising both of them by slipping the binding rope through her hands and kicked it off of her feet, standing up and snatching her wig, placing it back on her head.

"For starters, let's get me out of these damn rags. I'd find better clothes at the bottom of the river than from the haute psycho collection exclusively from House of Arkham Couture."

She whipped off her now ripped oversized shirt and pants, standing in the nasty sports bra and underwear that all female patients were supposed to wear, before nodding her head at Joker.

"Gimme your jacket."

He shook his head in shock before replying, trying to avoid eyeing her now exposed figure. "What? No way! This is a whole look."

"I don't want to be walking out of here in this get up, I need the jacket. Give it to me or I could just take it all off now." She snapped her fingers at him, which earned her a glare before she reached back and tried to unhook the bra.

"Joker, give it to her." Harley said, tugging at his sleeve, in a hurry to get out of this warehouse.

He groaned, shrugging it off his shoulders. "Alright, fine!" Joker threw the jacket to Malice. It was practically swimming on her and the fit was just below her knees, it made her look like a little kid playing in her father's closet.

"Good. Angelique wanted me to tell you that she's all game."

"What if she comes back?" Harley asked.

"I don't know. She might, she might not. How do I/we know that Angelique is just a persona of me instead of the other way around?"

She had often wondered that, and thanks to Joker, she'd finally get the chance to find out who she really was and bring the life to the girl she was meant to be.

"I was already starting to break her when you came out, so if she resurfaces again it won't be a problem."

"I have no doubt in my mind that you'll take care of it. You should consider yourself lucky that you found me, Joker. You have the queen and now you'll have a princess." Malice smiled, her brain running wildly of the possibilities to come.

"When I'm through with you, you'll most definitely be the princess." He grinned at her with a wink, thinking of what a nice ring his next sentence held. "Princess Malice of Gotham."

There you have it, folks! Joker and Harley have finally arrived! To anybody that cuts or harms themselves in any way, please stop! It's not easy but there is help available and people who care.