Chapter 5

This chapter contains very graphic violence, sexual violence and some very strong language.

This chapter chronicles Harley's time in Arkham.

She had been thrown in Arkham herself for helping the Joker escape, only for him to be captured again. She felt angry she had allowed herself to fall childishly in love with a cackling fiend like the Joker, especially since he allowed himself to be captured.

She was miserable every day as she walked in the small women's yard, being taunted by the men she had treated on the other side of the fence. They whistled and called after her, uttering every foul description imaginable of the beautiful young woman.

This torment, though, was nothing compared to what happened to her that night. One guard, Boles, hated her from the day she started working there. He was a brutish thug who took pleasure in beating the inmates if they stepped out of line, or even if he just needed a punching-bag. She remembered the day he almost killed an inmate, and probably would have if the then Dr. Harleen hadn't stopped him.

A young schizophrenic had spit on him, and he took to beating him to a pulp with his flashlight. Harley remembered how he almost hit her when she grabbed his arm, and slapped him hard across the face when she discovered them. Anyone else would have been fired long ago, but Boles had his connections high up the ladder.

This event added fuel to his hatred of Harley, and he was able to vent his rage the first time he was on the night shift. Harley was surprised to hear keys jingling outside her cell. "Might I be getting moved to Blackgate?" she thought. Her hopeful suspicions were swiftly quelled when she saw Boles enter the cell.

"The slut doctor becomes the slut patient. How ironic" he hissed tauntingly. Harley, still not fully aware of her new position leapt to her feet and walked towards Boles, ordering him to "Get the FUCK out" The petite young inmate looked up in to the large, ugly man's smiling face. The smile on his face threw her. She had never seen him smile when not brutalizing people. That's when her stomach dropped and a sense of dread filled her every inch. Before she could speak again she heard Boles grunt and felt her neck twinge as the brute's blow crunched in to her jaw. Her world went black as she fell against the cell wall, sliding to the hard floor. She had never experienced this feeling before. As her faculties returned to her, and the darkness faded in to spots of blurriness, She heard the bastard speak again. His voice wavered in her recovering brain. "Let's see you tell me what to do again you filthy little cunt". She opened her mouth as the blood pooling up made it hard to breath. As Harley tried to look up at her attacker, perhaps to plead for mercy, or even to goad him further, his foot connected with her chin, her teeth chipping as they clamped together. "Or maybe your precious clown will rescue you". Boles wrapped his hand around Harley's slim throat and yanked her off the ground, to her feet. He slammed her against the wall, grabbing her hair with his other hand and pulling her head back. "Now you ugly bitch, I'm gonna give you something to suck, and that's what you're gonna do. If you wanna keep any of those pretty white teeth you, won't bite". Harley was afraid for her life, but her pride meant more to her. She spit in the monster's face. "Do you remember what happened to the last person who did that to me, bitch" he growled as he lifted Harley up by her hair, her feet kicking and flailing as they left the ground.

Boles tightened his grip around her throat as he moved closer to Harley's face. "Listen here you fat bitch!" he snarled "I could snap your neck right now, and I can still fuck you when you're dead" he said quietly, before spitting on Harley's face. He took his hand away from her throat and began to undo his belt. Harley stopped resisting, seeing the logic in this animal's depraved threat. If it's going to happen either way, she may as well survive it. She kneeled in front of Boles' as he pushed her head down. She moved her arm to wipe the blood from her chin, but Boles slapped her. "If you move that hand again, I'll fuckin' break it, slut!".

As Boles reached in to his pants and pulled out a small penis, Harley insulted him internally. "You're not half the man Mr J is" she thought to herself. "Oh yeah baby, that's all for you. You should thank me you ugly cunt" he boasted as he pushed Harley's face to his crotch.

Harley opened her mouth and let all two inches of Boles' cock slip in to her mouth. She held back her gag reflex at the very thought of having this monster's dick in her. As his cock slowly began to grow, Boles roughly grabbed two handfuls of Harley's hair, causing her to squeal. "Oh yeah, baby, squeal for me. Squeal for Daddy" He pleaded.

When his penis was almost at full erection, he grabbed Harley by the hair and pushed her with his crotch over to the wall. When her head was pressed against the wall, he began to thrust his short, thick cock in to Harley's mouth. His four inches were not quite enough to reach the back of her throat. After a minute of fucking Harley's mouth, the back of her head was starting to bleed from relentlessly being slammed in to the wall. He stopped thrusting, fearing he'd cum before he could torture and humiliate Harley further. He once again pulled her to her feet by the hair. She saw him reach in to his pocket and pull out a knife. Harley feared he would kill her there and then, and almost welcomed the prospect. The coward didn't kill her. He stabbed her orange jumpsuit at the crotch, barely missing her vagina, and sliced up, opening it.

Boles grabbed Harley's breast with his left hand, almost tearing it off. He pushed her in to the wall again, and began running the small blade up and down her flat stomach, slightly harder each time. When the blade drew a drop of blood from Harley's stomach a short scream escaped her mouth. Boles moved the blade to her nipple, all the while digging his fingers in to her other breast. "Do you really need this nipple?" he taunted as he rested the point of the blade on her areola.

A silent sigh of relief passed Harley's lips as he flicked the knife back in to itself, but relief was soon the last emotion Harley was feeling. He tossed her on to the bed, and bent her over it. The animal ripped the back of her jumpsuit with his hands, leaving it shredded. He ran his hard, disgusting hand up her back while breathing heavy. When his hand reached the top of her buttocks, where the jumpsuit was still intact, he pulled away at it, lifting her light frame in to the air. Harley dangled for a second or two before flopping back on the bed as the jumpsuit split in half. The monster pulled her arms out of the fabric, leaving only her legs clothed.

Boles pulled his pants down to his knees, and positioned himself between his poor victims thighs As he forcefully pushed his cock in to Harley's utterly dry vagina, she let out a moan of pain that pleaded with her attacker to stop. Harley silenced the groans of pain aching to escape her, not wanting to give this evil monster the satisfaction. The tears streamed down her face as she heard the animal's thighs smacking in to the back of her own, and the pain of his penis grating in her vagina.

The bastard seemed disappointed not to be hearing Harley beg or cry. He began to talk to her, and taunt her. "You like that, bitch? That feel good?" She sensed him grow angrier when he received no reply "The silent type, huh?" he taunted, reaching in to his pocket "I'll make you make some noise". Harley attempted to leap away from Boles as she heard his knife click open again, but he grabbed her arm, holding it behind her back. He ran the blade threateningly along her back, continuing to thrust his modest cock in to her, each thrust meant to cause pain. She felt her abdomen begin to ache, his entire weight crashing down on her over and over.

Harley yelped as Boles cruelly cut her. A small, horizontal slash on her back. "That's more like it. Cry for me". Harley wouldn't. She remained silent, clenching her jaw in an attempt to null the stinging pain in her back. "Oh I guess that didn't hurt enough" he concluded as he readied the knife again. "Maybe this one might hurt a little more" he barked as he sliced her back again. Harley would not allow herself to scream. The quiet whimper she did make didn't please Boles enough, so he stuck his finger in the open wound, almost tearing her skin further. Again, Harley grated her teeth and only a whimper escaped her throat.

Boles continued to cut Harley's back as he raped her, becoming more frustrated every second she remained quiet. After almost running out of space on her back, he grabbed Harley's hair and pulled her ear to him. "You are gonna scream, slut."

Harley's hatred finally boiled over and she was unable to contain her anger. "FUCK YOU!" she shrieked. Boles grabbed her hair tighter and pulled her head again, unsure if he had actually heard what he thought. "What did you just say you pathetic little whore?" he grumbled, moving the knife to her throat. "Go ahead! Kill me!" she screamed "Then I might feel something, not like that tiny, useless cock!"

Boles was taken aback at Harley's new found valour, but he was infuriated by her insults. He drew his arm back behind his head, before driving it, full force, in to the side of Harley's face, snapping her jaw and breaking molars on impact. The blow nearly knocked Harley in to sweet unconsciousness, but it was not to be. She thought Boles' second blow might free her from this situation but it didn't. She remained awake and somewhat alert as he pounded the side of her face, over and over, until he felt she had been punished enough. "Let's see you mouth off like that again with a fucked up jaw you little bitch!" he growled before returning to his slow, excruciating penetration of her.

Harley lost her grasp of time, but she knew he continued fucking her for a long time before pulling her up by the head. He wrapped his right arm around her, squeezing her throat, and wrapped his left arm around her squeezing her breast as he began to thrust harder. She could sense he was about to finish from his grunting breaths in her ear.

Boles slipped one of his fingers in to Harley's mouth as he prodded her. Harley instinctually bit down on it with the remaining strength in her shattered jaw. The animal snarled and yanked on her cheek with the finger. Without a word he lowered his head to Harley's shoulder and sunk his gnarly teeth in to her shoulder. Harley began to scream in pain and horror as his fangs dug in to her. She heard him moan as he chomped, and with a thrust of his pelvis, his teeth broke the skin. Blood began to seep in to his mouth and he finally stopped his vicious chewing.

Several more thrusts and she heard the monster grunt in her ear. He clenched his fist around her breast as he filled her with disgusting cum.

Boles wouldn't even leave her on the bed as he readied himself to leave, tossing her limp body to the hard floor. She looked briefly in to his face as he dressed to see him grinning from ear to ear. "I hope you've learned your lesson Ms. Quinzel" he jeered walking out of the cell and locking up. Harley found herself unable to move, and instead drifted off in to a barely conscious sleep.

When Aaron Cash started his shift, he took over on C block from Boles. Cash didn't like Boles. He hated how he treated the inmates, and he just found Boles to be a sick, twisted, cowardly man. He was about to find out how right his assessment of Boles had been. As Boles packed up his belongings in the guard's office Cash asked him "Any problems in the night with the inmates?" Boles' couldn't quite hide the smirk that lit up his face. "Nothing I couldn't handle" he said, almost insinuating that he had 'handled' something. Boles' brushed past Cash as he walked out the door briskly, perhaps fearing Harley might scream and Cash discover his handiwork earlier than expected. Boles' smirk worried Cash. He dwelled on it and pondered what it might mean as he prepared himself for his first rounds.

Cash took his time walking down the halls, looking in the small windows of the cells. When he saw what appeared to be blood at the bottom of a door in the distance, he feared a suicide. Jogging up the hall, and looking at the numbers on the doors, his heart began to sink. "Please don't be the doc" he thought to himself. He had built a comradery with Harley in the months they had worked together. "Please don't let it be her"

When Cash reached the door, and saw the number, his heart sank. What would he find behind this door. The lock made a loud bang as it clanged open. When he pushed the door open he saw Harley lying in a pool of blood. She was naked and bruised, and he couldn't tell if she was alive or dead. His horror numbed him and he seized up for a moment, before crouching to Harley's side. He picked her up, tears welling up in his eyes as he saw her face. Her body heat and ragged breaths told him she was alive, but totally unconscious. He tapped her on the face, trying desperately to wake her. His begging with her to wake up, and to "hang in there" sounded like he was loosing hope with each second her eyes remained closed. He remembered that one of the doctors was on the ferry as he was crossing. Cash picked Harley up, trying his best to cover her naked body with the shredded overalls that clung to her legs. He rushed out of the cell and down the hall.

He ran from C block, across the island to the infirmary, not slowing down once. As he neared the front of the medical building he yelled at the few staff that were smoking outside. They met him at the bottom of the steps, Cash almost collapsing as they took Harley from his arms. They sprinted up the stairs, and in the doors barking orders and medical jargon at one another as Cash stood, in the grips of shock at the door. One of the nurses who had been at the desk snapped Cash out of his trance.

"What happened? … Sir!…. What happened" she asked

"I don't know, I was doin' my rounds and I found her. The cell was locked. I don't know what could have…" Cash stalled mid-sentence as the realization struck him. "Boles" he growled as he turned and charged out the door.

Boles was stepping on to the ferry back to Gotham, not noticing Cash galloping towards him. Cash dived on the monster, knocking him down. He punched at Boles face, splitting his lip and breaking his nose, before the crew of the ferry intervened. As the men pulled Cash away from Boles he began to yell at him. "You Motherfucker! I swear to God I'll get you for this! If you ever touch her again, if you ever touch another fuckin' patient, I don't care how high up your connections are, I'll kill ya. I'll fuckin' bleed you!"

Boles stumbled to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. The terror in his eyes was apparent and he skulked away. The men dragged Cash, now calming down slightly, but still kicking and struggling, away from the ferry, back to the infirmary, and left him with the staff.

As the nurses stripped Harley, they were unable to disguise their repulsion at her appalling injuries. They finished cleaning the blood from her body, as the doctor arrived. She too was horrified at her wounds, and bruises. "How could someone do this to another person?" one of the nurses asked. "Believe it or not, I've seen worse, done by the very people in this asylum. I'd hate to see you try to help someone after the Joker's through with 'em" the doctor replied. "Have you done a rape kit, nurse?" she inquired.

"There's no need. We didn't cut up her clothes, and just look at the blood. It appears she has at least minor vaginal tearing" one of the female nurses answered, clearly distressed.

"Has anyone examined her mouth, she has serious swelling."

"Not yet, ma'am. We just finished cleaning off the dried blood before you arrived.

"Is she still bleeding?"

"One of the deeper cuts on her back is still bleeding slightly, it may have to be stitched. The vaginal bleeding has barely slowed down."

"Ok, I'll take a look. Could you get me some gynaecological equipment please, nurse?"

After examining Harley, the doctor decided she would not require surgery, but had not yet examined her face.

"Could you please flip her over, nurse"

The nurse turned Harley over, revealing a blood soaked sheet below her.

"Those cuts will definitely need to be glued." She said, pointing out several small cuts. "This one will need stitches. Four or five I think. Hand me a suture please".

The doctor stitched the wound, and glued the rest before turning Harley over again. The doctor looked in Harley's mouth, examining the various lacerations and cracked and broken teeth. "It feels like she has a dislocated jaw, we will have to x-ray her. There are some broken teeth, and we have one missing. There is a cut in her cheek here, but I should be able to glue it. Nurse could you come take a look see if we'll need to call in the plastic surgeon. I don't think so but…."

The nurse winced as she looked at the gash in Harley's cheek. "I don't think we need a plastic surgeon, but it will take some doing to get that one closed"

Harley's eyes almost made a tearing sound as she opened them. She must have had them closed for a while she thought. Her vision grew less and less blurry as the clock ticked loudly in the corner. She felt her face twitching as the room came in to focus. Harley tried to open her mouth, and found herself unable. It was now that flashes of memory began to pass through her mind. She remembered the doctor's face, getting wheeled to the X-ray room, her cuts being stitched. Her mind raced, trying to think back to what had happened, when that face appeared in her brain. That smiling, evil face. She remembered the pain. She remembered the sound of the knife lacerating her skin, and the sound of her jaw snapping under his fist. She remembered all of it. As the tears began streaming down her face, and her muffled sobbing softly filled the room, the wounds on her back started to sting, as her body moved slightly with her weeping. It was now that things seemed as dark as that night that she remembered another face. Cash's face. He didn't rescue her that night, but he was rescuing her now from her own memories. Her sobbing eased as she remembered the one who saved her, but this novelty could not keep all the details from flooding back to her. When Harley sunk down to the lowest part of her psyche, she thought of another face. A face that would hate to see her cry. The grinning face she had fallen in love with at Arkham. The Joker's face. If only she could be with him, she knew this pain would fade, and she would smile again.

Harley wallowed in her misery for an hour before a nurse came in. She seemed almost embarrassed to have walked in, surely not wanting to discuss the horrific events. She hid her discomfort under a layer of friendliness that was almost convincing. "You've been out for two days" she said, walking towards the window, drawing the curtains. Harley shifted in an attempt to sit up. The nurse hurried to her, helping as much as possible. Harley attempted to speak, but again was unable to move her mouth.

"Careful Ms. Quinzel" the nurse advised as she gently ruffled Harley's pillows "You don't want to do anymore damage to your jaw. We've had to wire it shut".

Harley motioned the nurse to hand her the report at the end of her bed, and was hesitant to look at it when she did. Harley's eyes began to well up again as she read through the list of injuries she had received at the hands of that brute, who's face was now burned in to mind.

13 Lacerations on her back, 1 broken rib, 2 cracked, deep bite marks on her shoulder, moderate vaginal tearing, 2 broken molars, 1 cracked,

1 broken premolar, I broken incisor, Shattered lower jaw, Moderate concussion, Severe facial bruising and swelling, Abdominal bruising, Pelvic trauma. Severe bruising on breasts.

Harley again wept. How could one person do all this to another, and how could they survive.

After telling Harley of her state and what would need to happen, she said that it was Asylum policy that patients had to be returned to their cells as soon as they are awake. The nurse clearly disagreed with this rule, especially in this instance, but rules are rules.

On the walk between the yards, Harley had to be assisted by two nurses. The catcalls she had had to put up with were unsurprisingly absent. Harley's pelvis ached with each movement. She tried to avoid eye contact with the female inmates, who could not hide their pity. The male inmates didn't have this same pity in their eyes. Some were smiling, some laughing even. The ones she had treated were mostly indifferent, barely even taking a second glance. All but one. Harley's heart lifted from the pits of despair as she saw that head full of green hair. The Joker was on his designated hour of yard time. He was, of course, handcuffed and escorted by two guards through the minimum-security yard, with all of the thugs who grabbed insanity pleas.

Harley raised her head, and began to look at Mistah J, trying to meet his eye. When she did, she saw the smile he wore fade in to a slight frown. She saw anger grow in his face, as the nurses helped her back to her cell in C block.

The days seemed to fly by for Harley, her sleeping most of the days away to regain her strength. It was on one of the days that she was forced to go out to the yard that she heard the news all of the staff and patients were in a fluster over

She managed to put all of the little whispers she had heard, and all the conflicting accounts into a story that pleased her.

On Boles' first night back, he had been put on intensive shift. The Joker had faked an injury or something bad enough to draw Boles in to the cell with him. Needless to say, Joker got free of his constraints and attacked Boles. Apparently he beat Boles up, and used the glass from his flashlight to fix the brute's dour demeanour. From what Harley could gather, he sliced a grin, ear to ear in Boles' face, an infamous trademark of the clown prince. He cut off the tip of his nose, cut off most of his penis and one of his nipples. He Left innumerable gashes all over his face and body, before spraying mace in them. After finally slitting the fiend's throat, the Joker walked to the nearest guard station to tell of his crimes. The Joker allowed himself to be restrained and after they cleaned out his cell, was smiling when they locked him in it again.

Harley felt a satisfaction deep within herself that Boles had paid for what he did to her, but she was also shocked at the brutality the Joker had inflicted upon him. She often wrote off the stories people would tell about the Joker as hyperbole, never believing that the gentle soul she encountered in their sessions was capable of such things. His latest act had shown her just how true those stories really were, and she found herself more and more fascinated by the madman who got her locked up.

It was early in the morning when Harley stirred awake. She heard footsteps in the hall, growing louder as the people neared her cell. It had been three weeks since that night, and almost two since the Joker got revenge on her behalf. Harley's stomach felt like a flock of birds were furiously flying around, the fear and dread paralysing her. Her eyes began to well up as the key entered the hole, scraping the metal either side. The sun was just beginning to rise an a light beam shone in Harley's window. The door was pulled open, almost torturously slowly.

Harley began to sob as two men entered the cell, their faces concealed in darkness.

"Please!" she pleaded "What do you want? Why are you here?"

Harley heard the sound of a voice float in from the hallway, as another figure came in to view. "I'm here for you" the third man said in a soothing, gentle tone that Harley recognized immediately. She knew the Joker had come for her before he revealed his face to her. He was smiling, but not as devilishly as usual.

"I'm here to take you out of here, Harley" he said, his words cheering her up, and holding back her flooding tears. Harley was ecstatic just to see the Joker, the pain and anguish of the last three weeks seemed to fade in his presence. "I'm gonna take you out of this place kid"

Harley and the Joker left the island as the sun was rising, and they watched the sunrise on the ferry. When they reached Gotham, the Joker had a car waiting with clothes for Harley. "They're just until you pick out new ones" he said. "We're gonna paint this town red".

Paint the town red is exactly what they did. They went from store to store, breaking in to the stores that weren't open yet, but merely stealing from the ones that were. Harley picked herself out a red and black cat-suit, some nice jewellery, clothes, knives, guns, a car. Everything she had ever wanted, the Joker gave her. She was finally happy.

Harley and the Joker watched the sunset from the top if Gotham bridge. The pain seemed a distant memory after this day, which must have been the best of her life. Harley drifted off to sleep on the Joker's shoulder, no longer afraid, but optimistic about the future.