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HARLEY/HARLEEN POV
Harley had been in solitary for 4 days. She had been forcing herself to stay awake as long as possible, only dozing here and there. That bitch was not getting back into control. Harley had felt Harleen's laughter in her head as she regained control. Harleen had given back the reigns knowing Harley would be mad. Her Puddin' was still buried deep inside her, twitching with the aftershocks of release.
Harley hated the other woman more than anything at this moment. Sure she was mad at Joker too, but hey he was a guy and most were lead around by their dicks. Harleen wanted to hurt her, and she had succeeded, magnificently.
Harleen may have struck the first blow, but Harley was stronger. She had lain back for years watching, learning about this other her. Haley had also had an epiphany, in her solitude. She knew how to enact her revenge on herself. She laughed, people would really think she was crazy if they could hear her talk about her other self.
She had this idea when she was delirious from no sleep, it just materialized in her brain and stuck. She'd been mulling it over for days now. Once Harleen was gone, She would forgive her Puddin' and they could be happy.
The door to her isolated room was opened, and in stepped the man she needed to see.
"Good morning Ms. Quinn" Dr. Stevens said, closing the door behind him.
"Hiya Doc, sorry I have missed a few sessions. Harleen got me into some trouble." She told him gesturing to the strait jacket she was sporting.
"About that, I've spoken to the higher ups about your unique situation. They have agreed to let you return to your room, but on lockdown for a while. If you can show them good enough behavior, you may be able to have all privileges reinstated." He told her.
Harley could barely control her excitement. "Geez doc, you're the best." She gushed.
"The guards outside this door will escort you to my office for your session, then back to your old room after."
"Sounds good, I got some real heavy stuff to talk to you about." She said. She hopped up onto her feet will little effort. The jacket not impeding her agility in the slightest.
The guards escorted her and the doc to his office and forcefully pushed her into the chair she was to sit in.
"Should we restrain her, Dr. Stevens?" the first guard asked.
The doc looked at Harley, she had a large excited smile on her face. She sat swinging her legs, looking almost childlike, sitting there.
"Not necessary, Ms. Quinn will be on her best behavior, I'm sure." He told the guards. They turned to leave without a reply.
"Okay, what did you want to talk about today?" he asked, readying his pen to take notes.
She looked at him her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned forward, as if to tell a secret, "How do you feel about administering ECT?"
Harleen woke in the same room as last time. Did Harley not get in trouble? UGH! She had no clue how long Harley had been in charge this time. She walked over to the door and looked out of the small window. She couldn't see anything. She had no clue if was day or night. The quiet of the building made her guess late night, early morning. She couldn't be sure.
She decided to pace the room, not for nothing. She measured her steps, trying to time them to her best guess as one step per second. 60 paces would mean a minute had passed. She used the red crayon she had to make tally makes on the wall.
When her tray arrived, she was happy to see breakfast. Well, happy-ish, it was a bowl of bland oatmeal and dry toast. She ate it, no use rotting away. She knew that they picked up the breakfast trays at 8:00 am. Once the tray left, she began her pacing again.
She had paced away an entire hour before coming to the conclusion, she was under "house arrest" of some kind. Good, Harley did get punished. It frustrated her to no end that Harley could remember more than she could of each other's doings. Harleen kept pace, at least this kept her busy. She had to figure something out.
A knock on the door startled her from thought. It opened and in came two orderlies, pushing a wheelchair with restraints. She looked at the chair then the shorter man. "What's that for? I am perfectly capable of walking." She told him.
"Doctors orders." Was all he said.
Harleen was not sure if this was a good idea, but she sat and allowed herself to be strapped in. She had to stay calm and think. If she got too emotional Harley might take back control. It was one of the things she was apparently better at, and that really irked Harleen.
Once she was tightly strapped at the wrists. Ankles, and chest, the orderly began pushing her down a few different hallways. When they stopped. Harleen was horrified, she knew this room from her time working here. Her palms began to sweat. She was feeling the panic settle in her chest. She saw the doctor open the door to the room and usher them inside.
She began to squirm in the chair. Pulling at her restraints. The nylon straps digging painfully into her skin. "No." she said. Finding her voice small. She was staring at the table in front of her, knowing on the other side, hidden from view was the ECT machine.
"Good afternoon Ms. Quinn, we've got everything ready." The man next to her explained. She looked up at his face, she knew him, but couldn't remember his name. He continued to speak. "I am very proud of our progress, and your willingness to be proactive in your treatments."
"No." she said again, her mouth and throat felt dry. The fear she felt was paralyzing. Surely Harley wasn't this vindictive, was she? This could hurt them both, was she really that big of a bitch? The sting in her arm pulled her from her shock, her focus back on the doctor.
He removed the syringe and her body had begun to feel so heavy. Her head lolled to the side, too heavy to hold upright. The doctor patted her arm and smiled. Was he still talking? Her brain felt foggy. He unfastened the restraints, someone lifted her, and the quick movement made her feel nauseous.
They placed her on the bed, quickly strapping her down. "Stop." She tried to say but they weren't listening. The doctor's face appeared above hers, as he checked her vital signs and made notes.
"I don't want this." She managed to say, fighting that lethargic feeling of all her muscles. She could hear, no feel, a giggle in the back of her mind.
The doctor smiled at her, "Ms. Quinn, we discussed, at length, the pros and cons of this treatment over the last week, this was your idea, and you signed the paperwork for consent to treat." He showed her the page in her file. There at the bottom was a swirling signature. "Harley Quinn XOXO"
Harleen closed her eyes and groaned. She was screwed. Her eyes shot open when she felt someone touch her mouth. They were putting a rubbery mouth guard in, her mouth dry from panic and fear. Now fat hot tears leaked from her eyes, she tried to shake her head but the muscle relaxers they gave her were too strong. The doctor said something, she couldn't make out over the loud thumping of her heart. She felt cold press to her temples, pain, and then nothing.
Harley woke up feeling sore, but refreshed. She stretched her muscles as far as she could in her small bed, then searched her mind, she couldn't feel the other woman there, lurking. The smile on her face felt good. Harley doubted the other woman was gone, but she was at least subdued for now. Maybe a few more sessions, then bye bye doc.
She and Dr. Stevens had made a plan of treatment. Daily therapy sessions, but ECT as needed when she felt Harleen show up. Harley giggled, first sign of that bitch and Zap, and she would be gone in no time. She pulled herself from the bed and began to move and work out her sore muscles. Every pang a mark of victory. Soon it would be just her and Mr. J, no that wasn't right. Her and her Puddin'. Where the hell had that come from?
She passed the time with reading the trashy romance novels the night nurse had let her borrow. She stretched and used her muscles trying to get all of the sore out. She alternated until she was just physically exhausted. She enjoyed the books, she could pretend the damsel in distress was her, and the knight in shining armor was her Puddin'. For her, Harleen is the trampy vixen who tries to take her man. She giggled at the thoughts flying through her head.
Harley had been stuck in lockdown for two full weeks. One week since her first ECT, before Harleen began to surface again. Harley could feel her testing the waters in her head. She would be sure to let Dr. Stevens know at their next session.
She walked into her doc's office to start the session, once the orderly had shut the door she started, "She's trying to come back doc, I feel her waiting for me to sleep, I think we should try again." She was practically bouncing in her seat.
"Ms. Quinn, are you sure you want to go again, so soon?" he asked the concern was clear on his face.
"Yeah, I'm sure, just show me where to sign doc." She told him.
He readied her paperwork while he asked, "Have you experienced any side effects that we haven't discussed already?"
"Nope." She said, making the end of the word pop.
"Okay, if you are sure, we can do a session in the morning, before breakfast. You should be awake and recovered near lunchtime, dinner at the latest." He told her, turning the file folder around for her signature.
"Perfect. Any news on my lockdown?" she asked, she was so bored in the small room.
"Yes, actually, I was going to start our session with the good news. Everyone is impressed with your progress and attitude, you will be allowed normal privileges starting after our session today." He told her, obviously pleased with himself.
She looked at the doc, he was nice and all, but he really thought he was curing her. Maybe she could keep up the charade for a while, maybe even cured? 'Nah' she thought, sounds like a nightmare.
She smiled at the man, "Thanks doc, you're the greatest."
She almost laughed when he started to blush, "this is a trial run, you have to continue to behave, and of course continue our sessions. They will be watching you very closely." He warned her.
She did laugh now, "No worries, doc, she's the crazy one." This entire situation was absurd. He continued with boring questions until the orderlies came to take her away.
She felt the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of seeing her Puddin'. She wasn't sure if she was even still mad at him. Men are weak, they are slaves to their primitive side. But of all the people he chose the only one she couldn't stand. She was torn, her head began to hurt. She had to stop worrying, things would be perfect soon.
"Thanks fellas." She told the two orderlies that let her into the recreations area. She scanned the room, and finally found the green hair she was looking for. Seem her Puddin' was watching TV, unaware she was being allowed out today. She walked over silently and put her hands quickly over his eyes. "Guess who?" she whimpered.
Joker grabbed her wrists, pulling her around the couch and into his lap. She laughed as he tickled her sides. He stopped and looked at her, his face very serious.
"You forgive me?" He asked, leaning in closer to her.
"Not completely, but I'm not angry anymore, well not with you." She told him.
"I can live with that." He told her, than closed the distance between them, kissing her. It was a feather light kiss, blink and you miss it, kiss. It sent tingles all the way to her toes. She smiled at him.
Joker put his hand on her thigh, his thumb making small circles. They sat there watching the TV for a few minutes before her self-doubt got the better of her.
"Puddin'?" she said, voice small.
He looked at her, "Yes?"
She gathered up all the courage she had, "Do you like her better than me?" She hated the way she sounded so weak and pathetic. She was tougher than this. Weak and pathetic was Harleen's deal.
He gripped her chin and made her look at him, his face inched from hers. "No Harley, as looney tunes as you are, you are my girl. She caught me off guard, that's all. It won't happen again."
She felt her happiness well up inside her chest. She smiled at her Puddin', she was the luckiest girl in the world. She quickly changed the subject, causing Joker to shake his head at her.
"I probably won't be in here tomorrow. Me or her, we have an appointment with my doc." He nodded and turned back to the TV, pulling her closer. She sighed, she had already forgiven him, not that she would tell him that. Not yet.
