Hey guys, sorry this took so long to post up I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue the story or leave it where it was. The 5th chapter will hopefully be finished soon. In the mean time I hope you enjoy.
I would like to point out I wrote this whilst staying up for a night shift at work so if it doesn't make sense please let me know lol. I have since gone through and edited it.
I was aiming to show how being in prison has affected Harley. She and the Joker may be "crazy" but they are still human after all.

A loud bang and the sound of Jokers manic laughter woke Harley with a jolt. It wasn't unusual to hear noises like that in their apartment, especially when J was in a bad mood, but after spending several months in a quiet prison, sudden loud noises were unexpected.

Rolling out of bed, Harley stretched before grabbing her silk dressing gown and making her way towards the living room, her bare feet making no sound on the soft carpet. She arrived just in time to see two henchmen dragging out a lifeless corpse whilst her Puddin, back in his Arkham trousers, wandered around, gun in hand, laughing. Considering how bloody the corpse was, how the carpets remained spotless was a complete mystery to her.

"Someone upset you Puddin?" Harley yawned, smiling to herself when he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.
"No matter how many times I tell people" he murmured in her ear "That all that chit chat is going to get them hurt, they never listen". He chuckled to himself, warm breath ticking her neck, "they just keep on going, blah blah blah, its ever so boring, plus he thought he could go back on a deal we had". As he spoke one of Jokers hands, ran down Harleys side, slipping under her dressing gown, slowly making its way back up her body towards her uncovered private area, clearly wanting to continue last night's activities.

For a split-second Harley froze, her mind whizzing back to the dark prison, replaying every second the guards took advantage of the little moments out of sight of the security cameras. That was when they would force themselves on her, touching her and beating her, whilst she was powerless to stop them trapped in her restraints. The one called Griggs or Alpha01 was the worst. He would take photos and videos on his phone so he could re-watch all the physical and emotional pain he caused the infamous Harley Quinn, damaging her more than she already was. Whenever she got the chance Harley would fight back either verbally or physically, but it only made it worse the next time he'd got her by herself.

The flash back vanished as quickly as it had appeared but the pain remained, causing Harley to flinch away from Jokers touch. Somewhere the psychiatrist part of her mind was already diagnosing the episode as some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder which was unlikely to go away quickly. The rest of her prayed that the sudden movement had gone un noticed by the Joker. But of course, he had felt it instantly.

"What's wrong Harls?" he questioned, dropping his arms and eyeing her questioningly. Panicking slightly Harley quickly spun round, flashing one of her craziest grins in the hope it would placate him. If it was one thing she had learned during her time with Mistah J is that he didn't have time for anyone or anything he considered weak. She'd spent a lot of time trying to avoid looking weak or vulnerable in his eyes and this would definitely undo all her efforts. If Joker saw her that way, then he would throw her out. After all they weren't like a normal couple that would sit and talk things through. Something like this hadn't occurred before.

"It's nothing Puddin" she giggled pointing at her head, "Just the voices". Turning Harley started walking towards their bedroom, hoping that that was the end of the conversation, only for him to grab her roughly by the arm and throw her up against the wall facing him. Standing directly in front of her, J planted his hands on either side of her head blocking all chances of escape.

His face was dark with a mixture of anger and confusion as he searched hers for any indication of what was going on in that deranged mind of hers. All sign of the affection he had been showing her earlier completely gone.
"I know you're lying to me Harley" he growled, "Now tell me what's wrong". AS if to emphasise his point, Joker aimed his gun at her forehead and took off the safety.

Heart pounding Harley tried to hide the tears which had suddenly sprung to her eyes. How could she explain this to her Puddin without appearing weak. She couldn't.
Fearing the worst Harley took a deep a deep breath. "I had a flash back that's all… To prison I mean…" She couldn't stop the tears then, they rolled down her cheeks much to the Jokers surprise, he hadn't seen his Harley cry before, never seen her this vulnerable. "When no one was looking" she continued "the guards… they would… do things…".

Unable to verbalise what had happened, Harley could only watch as her boyfriend tried to understand from what little she had said. The moment it all clicked into place his face darkened to the point where he looked almost inhuman. The monstrous growl emanating from him didn't seem human.

Suddenly Joker pushed himself away, storming towards his office, launching his gun at the wall where it went off with a bang and yelling in fury. Kicking the door open he slammed it behind him. After that the only sounds that could be heard was of him shouting and destroying anything he could get his hands on.

For a moment, Harley remained where she was by the wall, rooted to the spot whilst her heart pounded at the explosive display of anger. Slowly she made her way back into their bedroom where she collapsed on the bed and let the pain overcome her. For how long she sat there crying she didn't know, but eventually the sounds of carnage coming from the other room stopped. Quickly Harley scrambled to her feet, fearing what Jokers next move would be. Right now he was acting on impulse and anger which never make a good combination, especially with someone as mentally unstable as J. A split second later the clown himself burst through the door, never once pausing as he marched right up to her, grasped her face in both hands, tilting it up towards his as he crushed his mouth against hers in an angry possessive kiss that was sure to leave bruises on her lips.

For a moment Harley didn't respond, frozen in shock, this was the last thing she expected him to do. It was only when he pulled her as tightly against him as he could, that she started to kiss him back. The tension in his body showed her that he was still mad, and was a clear warning sign that someone was going to die soon.

"You are mine" Joker growled when the kiss ended, although he never once loosened his grip on her and the dark fire in his eyes continued to burn. "No-one touches what is mine, I don't like sharing". Leaning down so his face was level was hers, the Joker flashed his famous spine-tingling grin that showed all his teeth. "Whatever pain they inflicted on you Harley, shall be nothing compared to what we are going to give them".
Grinning in relief that he wasn't going to kick her out, Harley kissed him again.

This was J's way of reassuring her, of expressing how much he felt for her. He would never say he was sorry for anything and it was rare for him to tell her how he really felt. Last night was a rare exception. Normally he would express his feelings in different ways, ways in which he was more able to understand and deal with, for example destroying his office rather just tell her that he was upset. Harley understood this and had learned to see the reasons behind his actions. This was just another example of him showing her how much he cared.

"Now get dressed and have something to eat" Joker ordered her once the kiss ended, a malicious glint appearing in his eyes meant that he had something fun in mind. "We have some guests to attend to". Giggling and bouncing up and down like an excited school girl, Harley clapped her hands with excitement before racing off to do as she was told.

I hope this makes more sense than the first version of this chapter. WARNING the next chapter is a tad gruesome.