10:19pm

Harley shook herself awake. She found that she couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked down to find that she was in a strait jacket and her legs were tied to the chair. Riddler was staring at her. He was smirking. She wanted to pinch that smirk off of his face.

"You cocky, smartelic pervert!"

"Now don't worry, I just want to talk."

Harley saw movement thru the glass window on the door she was facing. The figure paused and stared angrily. Harley raised an eyebrow.

"So what do you want to talk about Eddie?"

"Now tell me, how is it that you can..."

Harley tuned him out as the joker silently slipped into the room.

"...With that pychopathic clown?"

"I dont know. I really don't."

"Well then I think I can help. You see I..."

Harley cut him off once the joker was standing behind him.

"You know what your biggest problem is Eddie?"

"What?"

"You never know when to shut up."

The joker stabbed riddler in the back and riddler fell to the ground. The joker then proceeded to kick him in the stomach. The joker walked over to Harley and untied her. She lept into his arms. He pushed her off.

"We'll talk about you leading him on later."

Harley gulped and nodded. The joker grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. He walked her to her cell and kissed her.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

The joker left her standing in front of her cell when he walked away. Harley felt a chill go down her spine.

The next day, 9am, session four

Harley couldn't help but stare at the clock and wish that she could slow down time. Her therapist cleared her throat and Harley didn't turn to her.

"What?"

"How have your social interactions been going?"

"Fine. Just fine."

"Have you made any friends?"

"Red is a good friend. I should listen to her more though."

"Ivy is a model patient. I'm happy that you have befriended her. What kind of activities have you been doing?"

"Drawing a little bit."

"If you want, I can arrange for one of the guards to hang up your pictures."

"Sounds great."

"Are you ok, Harley?"

"I'm fine. Just thinking about something."

12:15pm

Harley was staring at the clock in the rec room. Ivy was getting concerned.

"What did nigma do to you?"

"Drugged me, tried to make me fall for him, you were right. Mr j saved me from dying of bordom from his nonstop talking."

"That's good. Why do you look so nervous?"

"He said he'd talk to me tonight. I think I'm in a lot of trouble."

"If that clown so much as touches you..."

"You'll what? Besides I did lead Eddie on."

"He must have taken quite a beating. I heard he was in the infirmary. Broken ribs."

Harley didn't respond.

Ivy frowned and looked back to her gardening magazine in frustration.

9pm

Harley was pacing back and forth in her cell. She knew what time it was because the lights had gone out. She tried to calm herself down.

"I won't change my mind, I won't appologize."

Harley shook the song out of her head and sat down on the floor. She looked over to the wall above her cot. Harley looked for her drawing but couldn't find it on her wall.

"Little girl, little girl, why are you crying? Inside your restless soul your heart is dying... Your purging razor blades, your running with shears."

Harley took a deep breath and relaxed. She then heard the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. She got up and stood by the glass in front of her cell. The guard walked up and opened her cell. Harley smiled and walked to the rec room with confidence. She opened the door and walked inside. She tried to turn on the lightswitch but nothing happened.

"Don't bother. I broke the lightbulb."

Well that answered one question.

"I can't see anything."

"Ive been here for an hour. I can see just fine."

Harley felt him grab her arm and toss her on the couch. Harley hated not knowing what was coming. The dark only made it worse.

"Listen puddin. I'm so sorry. I didnt know what he was doing. I thought he was just being nice."

Harley sensed him towering over her.

"Your right arm."

"What?"

"I need to show them that your MINE. Give me your right arm."

Harley held out her trembling right arm. The joker gently took it and she felt the coolness of his knife trail to the top of her arm without breaking the skin.

"Harley, you love me don't you?"

"Of corse."

"Then I want you to stay very still. Understood?"

Harley nods and bites her lip.

"And I don't want us being interrupted so please don't scream."

Harley gasped and bit hard into her lip as she felt the sharp sting as the blade cut into her skin. As the blade moved along her arm she managed to choke down screams with small squeaks instead. After a few minutes the joker put away the blade. She felt him wiping off the warm blood trailing down her arm. She then felt him wrap some type of cloth around her wound.

"Don't take it off, I will. I want it to leave a scar. Then nobody will dare to even look at you with lust because you are mine and mine only. You are mine, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes. A million times yes puddin! I love you more than everything!"

The joker kissed her and Harley kissed him back. Wincing as she moved her arm. The joker pulled back and patted harleys head.

"Good girl."

He then took her hand and led her out of the room.

"I'll see you in three days. You better not peek before then."

"I won't puddin."

Harley walked back to her cell and looked at the piece of white cloth wrapped around her arm.

Two days later, 12pm

Harley was drawing random doodles while ivy looked at her with concern.

"What is it red?"

"What did he do to your arm?"

"I don't know. I'll find out tomorrow when I see him."

"Can I see?"

"No. Mr j doesn't want me or anybody looking at it until he says so."

"How bad was it?"

"I wanted to scream but I didn't."

"This proves that he doesn't care about you."

"No. It proves that he loves me enough to show everyone that I'm his."