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Chapter 6-
"Hush little baby, don't say a word.
Momma's gonna kill for you the whole damn world.
And if they don't laugh at our jokes,
Momma's gonna stab out their goddamn throats.
And if they start to run away,
Momma's gonna paint the streets with blood.
And once the blood starts to wash off,
Momma's gonna blow some more heads off.
And if the world still doesn't laugh,
Momma's gonna go and poison them.
And once the poison does it's job,
Momma's gonna show you you're legacy.
And if the world still tries to fight,
Momma's gonna burn their houses down.
And if you grow up with his smile,
Momma's gonna be so…proud of you….."
-Harley Quinn (Arkham Asylum)
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Darkness swam through my vision as I felt the fog of unconsciousness leave me. My head felt like a heavy weight as it hung low, tucked into my chest. A mix between a gurgle and a groan left my lips at the searing pain at the back of my skull. It felt as if someone took a jackhammer to it, repeatedly. Lifting my head, my retinas burned as I blinked against the blinding light.
I'm still in bed. I thought desperately. Harvey is in the kitchen with the stupid pink apron I had bought him last Christmas that read 'Kiss the Cook'. He would be hovering over the stove for an hour making scrambled eggs and bacon. That blinding light had to be sunlight from Harvey's apartment window.
"Wakey, wakey sunshine," a female voice that held a strong Brooklyn accent cackled. "You're not supposed tah be up and about yet. Mistah J will want tah play with ya soon. So ya might want tah save your strength for what's coming to ya."
That was most definitely not Harvey.
My hazel irises shot open before my mind could process my surroundings. I was in a dark room with a flickering overhead light. My body was at an awkward angle. My arms were roughly bound behind the back of the mahogany chair I was secured in. I winced at the slightest movements of my wrists.
"Where the hell am I?" The words that left my lips were unrecognizable. My voice was hoarse and my mouth felt unnaturally dry. My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I attempted to wiggle out of the restraints.
A high pitched giggle stopped my movements. "No use tryin' that, sugar. He tied ya up nice and good so ya won't be naughty and escape."
"Who are you?" I tried to growl, but it only ended up as a croak.
A figure emerged from the shadows. My eyebrows shot up in shock.
It was a woman in a clown costume.
Her body adorned a jester like outfit matching the Joker's clown masquerade theme. Blue eyes seemed to grin manically at me from the black ring around her lids that reminded me of a raccoon. Her lips were painted a bright cherry red that lifted up in a smirk. Shifting in my chair to get a closer look, I could make out strands of blonde peeking from under her jester cap.
Her leather knee high heeled boots clicked against the tiled floor as she swayed her hips. Stopping a few feet away, I cringed as she tugged on a brunette strand. She giggled insanely at my reaction and flicked the strand away.
"The name's Harley Quinn," she placed her hands defiantly on her hips and tilted her head. Harley Quinn. Like the harlequin. The name struck a chord in my brain. Harley Quinn. Where have I heard that name before? Irritation filled me as I tried and failed to place a memory on her identity. The jester clad woman continued, "Mistah J didn't want me tah talk to ya, but I just had to see his new pet. Especially since he has been ignoring little ol' me because of ya."
Catching on to the fond way she spoke of this 'Mistah J' whom I could assume was the one and only Joker, my eyes narrowed. Maybe if I turned this against her, I could get a way out. She clearly didn't like me judging by the seething glare.
"My brother is looking for me and he will find me," I hated the tremble of doubt in my voice. Harley seemed to hear it since her ruby lips lifted in a sneer.
"Oh, Mistah J will take of that and the Bat." She giggled sweetly as if recalling a nice memory. "He plans tah make ya watch the fireworks."
Fireworks? She couldn't be talking about a...
Clearing my throat, I lifted my chin in anger. She was lying. She had to be. "So let me guess, you're the clown's girlfriend? Or are you just one of his pets." Harley's blue eye's narrowed and darkened with irritation.
"Curiosity killed the cat," she hissed. "Maybe Mistah J won't mind if I have a bit of my own little fun with ya." Her fist met the side of my face and I felt the world spin. Before my vision darkened, I heard insane giggles.
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"Wake up, doll face," a nasal voice cackled. A gloved hand lightly slapped my cheek, stinging from previous abuse inflicted on it. "We uh got some work to do."
"Ugh," was the only word I could manage as I stared straight into the black eyes of the Joker. His grotesque lips stretched into a supposed grin once I took in my surroundings. I was still in the dark room with my arms bound behind the chair. Only now a chair in which the Joker had happily took up residence in sat across from me. His right hand held a small beaten up video camera.
His tongue swiped along the inside of his scars before smacking his lips loudly. "Alright, smile for the camera, sweet cheeks. Your uh gonna be a star-ah."
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