As the man watched Harley's limp body hanging over one of his guys' shoulders, he knew something wasn't right, why the hell wasn't she fighting back? He only gave them enough chloroform to knock her out temporarily whilst they locked her in the back of the truck. He was not expecting this, he was expecting to peer out from the balcony and see the struggling blonde kicking and screaming, he was looking forward to it even.

"Umm, boss." A thug knocked gingerly on the door, he beckoned him in, ordering him to sit down.

"What have you done?" He growled deeply, his back turned to the guy.

"It wasn't on purpose, she was, she was gonna get away you see so I just floored it."

"You ran her over?!" he bellowed and reached out a hand to grab his mask from its stand, the thug jumped in fright, thinking he was going to shoot him. He placed the mask on, the ancient Arabic symbols looking like demonic runes. The mask fit perfectly to his face, every contour covered by the porcelain, it was almost like it had been made specifically for him, balancing delicately on his intricate features, not even needing anything to hold it in place.

As he turned around to face him, the only thing his henchman could see were his piercing blue eyes and his jet black hair, the mask was a solid black, with white inscriptions, making his blue eyes stand out all the more. He was like a sort of demon, all his men were afraid of him, despite him only being 5ft 4 and rather slim, there was a darkness to him, an evil deep inside him that even he himself was afraid of, he had no desires to let the demon out from inside him, but people kept on testing his patience…

He leapt for the man, grabbing his arm and twisting the wrist back in an awkward way until he heard a satisfying pop and a yelp from the guy "You go tell the others that she is not to be harmed until I say so, got it?!" He yelled, shoving the man to the floor, making him land on his dislocated wrist, he screamed in pain "I said get out!" The man quickly stood up, holding his wrist and running from the office.

"This girl deserves to suffer for what she did to my family," he gazed out the window once more, hearing a creaking of footsteps as another idiotic guy walked up the stairs to see him "death will be a sweet gift by the time I'm finished with her." He muttered.

"Sir," Another guy knocked on his door.

"What?!" He turned around to see his right hand man, the one he despised the least at best, he didn't really like anyone if truth be told, barely even his own parents "can't you see I'm monologing, Alfie?"

"Yeah, but, umm, it's Quinn."

"What about her? He demanded.

"She's in the hospital wing."

"Yes, I know she is, she got knocked down by a fucking car thanks to you not stopping your stupid partner, I gave you one job, one lousy….."

"Sir, she's dead." He said slowly, trying to approach the subject carefully.

"Oh no she fucking doesn't." He grabbed an old silk bag from under his bed, drawing something out of it before running to the medical room.

He ran from one side of the building to the other, but he wasn't even out of breath, just absolutely full of rage. He barged through the doors, seeing Harley laying on a bed, several electrodes stuck to her chest attached to a heart monitor, the heart monitor had a long line running across it signifying she was in fact dead.

He stalked up to her with urgency "you're not escaping that easily, Quinn," he spat, yanking the breathing apparatus out of her throat and forcing some mysterious dark purple liquid down instead, holding the vile to her pale lips and tipping it up, causing her to down the whole thing.

His staff looked at him silently in astonishment as they watched her heart beat come back, it wasn't just back, it was stronger than ever "You watch her day and night, if she gets worse, you'll get worse, understand?"

"What do, what do we do if, if she..?" A doctor spoke up, stuttering with fright, she had worked for some bad people in the past but this guy, he was the devil, he had just bought someone back to life.

"If she dies again, you are to call me immediately, understand?" He ordered, stalking out of the room.

"What the hell was that stuff?" A nurse muttered under his breath, checking Harley's pulse to be sure, it was back, she was back, how did someone go into cardiac arrest and just come back from it like that, they had tried to resuscitate her but to no avail, by all scientific rights, she should be dead. He prepared a new intubation kit, her heart was now strong enough to deal with the injuries but she was still in need of medical attention.


"Stupid bitch!" He screamed coarsely, sweeping everything off his desk "I can't start my plan for at least another fucking week." He grabbed his dagger from his belt, throwing it at a dart board with a photo of Harley on it, her stupid, irritating smile driving him crazy. He tore the picture off the board, holding it to a candle and laughing maniacally as he watched it go up in flames, how he wished he could do that to her, watch her scream as she burned to the ground.

"Ahem," Alfie cleared his throat, standing in the doorway "Sir, what was that, that you used back there, on Harley?" He asked slowly, he couldn't see his bosses' mouth but he knew he was smiling, he could see his eyes turn up.

"This," he pulled the empty vile out from his pocket, holding it up in the light "was a gift from my grandfather."


"Hey, this isn't where I'm s'posed ta be, where's J?" Harley frowned, shaking her arm around "what's all this crap in my arm, hello?" She called, she was on an empty road, the trees felt like she was being followed, stalked by someone, she ran but remained in the same place "Where is this?" She yelled, seeing a black car coming towards her. "Whoa." She jumped back "Hey, watch it, Mistah, you got a death wish or somethin?!"

The car stopped, and a door opened, she went to grab her gun, usually strapped to her inner thigh, but it wasn't there "Fine, I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way." She ran, flipping towards the hooded stranger to deliver a flying kick. They grabbed her leg with ease, twisting it and throwing her to the ground, she landed under a tree, whacking her head on the hard trunk. She put her hand to her head and sighed when she saw blood.

"Owwww." She cried, pulling her leg up to her as she sat on the side of the road, dizzy and in pain, waiting for the hooded figure to walk up to her. Harley couldn't help the small tears coming from her eyes as she felt like she was completely helpless and her entire leg felt like it was on fire.

The hooded figure stood in front of her "You're pathetic, Harley, look at you." She spat, kicking Harley's wounded leg, she let out a cry of pain.

"Hey, I know that voice." Harley thought aloud "that's MY voice!" She yelled "you…voice stealer!" The blonde shouted at the not so stranger.

"Oh, Harley, you always were the idiotic one of the two of us." The woman chuckled mockingly as she placed her hands under the hood, removing her hood, revealing the same pigtails Harley was sporting, not just the same pigtails, but the same face.

"Who, who are ya?" Harley shuffled sideways, trying to drag her leg with her.

"I wouldn't bother." Harleen squatted, pressing her hand into Harley's leg "we both know I'm the better one of the two of us, the smarter one, prettier one, funnier one, it was me who Mister J fell for, not lousy old you, you're just a knock off." She smiled, slapping Harley in the face "and you-messed it up for the both of us." Harleen pounced on Harley, straddling her lap as she proceeded to punch her multiple times in the face.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Harley cried, trying to overpower herself.

"You can't even beat me in a fight, you're pathetic, Harley." She stood up "What chance have you got of making it through this." Harleen turned her head and all the surroundings around Harley changed, she found herself in a hospital looking room and Harleen had gone "Thank goodness," she muttered under her breath.

"Is that me?" She crawled over to the bed she was on, her right leg was strapped up and in a cast, and she had a pretty wide cut running across her forehead into her hair. What really got to Harley, was the sadness on the girl's face, it was hard to see under the tubes and wiring but she was sure she looked sad, her cheeks were sunken and her mouth was downturned.

Harley knelt up to the bed, taking a sharp intake of breath as she knelt on her broken leg "Don't be sad, Harley." She reached to hold the blonde's hand but passed right through "What, what happened, am I a ghost?"

"No, genius." Harleen came back.

"Joy." Harley rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"You're just dreaming, that's us in that bed, a long way from home, and a long way from our Puddin." Harleen told her softly, kneeling down next to her as the two peered up at the lifeless girl in bed, struggling for every breath.

"Mistah J." Harley croaked weakly.

"Yeah." Harleen agreed "Mister J."

Author Note: Hey guys, I have to admit, this is one of my more favourite chapters, nothing physically happens in terms of action and that but I just really like it, you get an insight into Harley's mind again, her captee, what he is. Which reminds me, we now know it's a guy now, or is it, who do you think it is, any closer to guessing? Let me know.

Don't forget to review, I really love reading them. Also if you're looking for a story which I update a little more regularly, Daddy's Lil Monster is the place to go, I'm really proud of how it's turning out so far and I hope you guys get a minute to at least give it a peak. Anyhow, that's all from me for tonight.

Have a nice day…

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