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I sit there in the corridor of the top level of Arkham with two guards either side of me, dreading the review that was about to take place in the room in front of me. I didn't get much sleep after my very cold shower, it may have helped rid my erection but as soon as I began to think of our little heated moment it would soon return with full force. I growl at another reason for me to hate this review as Dr. Arkham stepped out of the door in front of me.

"Bring in him" he demanded. The guards lift me by under my arms and drag me into the room. I was unable to walk properly due to my restraints; cuffs connected my ankles, wrists and neck together with a long chain. As I walk into the room, I notice that it looks identical to a small courtroom with Harley and Arkham at table on one side of the room facing a row of tables at the front. The guards quickly sat me down at the table on the other side of the room from where Harley sat as I smiled at her.

"Thank you attending today's review, now let us get on this" I look at the tables in front of me to see four elderly looking men in business suit sitting there with files in front of them. Beside them are four heavy built guards standing at each side of the table. Ten guards, including the two next to me. Talk about paranoid! "Now going over the patient's file that Dr. Arkham supplied us with earlier, we notice that there hasn't been much progress at all. When first hearing that Patient...urm... ah yes... Patient 2997 was willing to talk to Dr. Quinzel, we were hoping for some answers to our questions. Those questions haven't been answered!"

"What?" I hear Harley question.

"You heard perfectly well Dr. Quinzel. We are disappointed to see our carefully selected questions have not being answered and I have to dare to ask if you have even asked them at all"

"With all respect Mr. Worthington, I did ask your questions and the answers are right there on that page!"

"Ah yes. We asked way Patient 2997 hates The Batman. The answer 'the patient believes Batman is deluded' isn't a good enough answer for our question. In a matter of fact it doesn't answer anything at all!"

"In all fairness sirs, I cannot help it if you don't like the answers but when I asked those questions, those are the answers given to me!"

"Well then maybe you should have pressed further to gain the truth!"

"Excuse me if I may Mr. Worthington but I have stated many times that Dr. Quinzel is very inexperienced with this line of work and have questioned many times of her assignment to Patient 2997" Arkham you rat!

"Yes Dr. Arkham, we have heard of all your concerns of late and we now see why you have them. After reviewing the patient's file, we see that very little progress has been made!" I can't take anymore of this! I can't listen to them belittle Harley like that!

"I am here you know!" I growl from my seat. "Hey Arkham, tell them how much progress you made with me when I was your patient!"

"That's enough from you Patient 2997!" A man shouted from the main table.

"Thank you Mr. Anderson! True that Dr. Quinzel has made more progress with Patient 2997 than other doctors but that doesn't change the fact that Dr. Quinzel has been doing her job wrong...

"Doing my job wrong! How can you..."

"Quiet down Dr. Quinzel! Frankly your attitude to patients is questionable! Calling them by their name's, rewarding them for good behaviour and worrying for their welfare is not the job of a psychiatrist! You are here to find answers!" You won't have a job to go to in the morning when I'm finished with you, bastard! Your death is going to be slow and painful!

"And I thought I was here to help people with mental issues, to cure them!"

"But it says in the report that you think, in your professional option, that your patient is sane! There is no need for you to be assigned to the patient if he is sane! As for your views on Patient 2997, they are completely irrational and that of a child's. We are working with murderous criminals Dr. Quinzel, not school children!" How dare you call my Harley a child you stuck up asshole!

"But they are still human beings!" Harley screamed, rising from the table and slamming her fists down.

"They lost the right to be human when they killed innocent people..."

"How can you treat people like this?"

"MISS QUINZEL! I suggest you sit down or I will have you removed from the room!" THAT'S IT!

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!" I shout as I rise from my seat. The two guards grab my arms but I shake them off, refusing to take my seat.

"That is quite enough! We, the board, have come to a conclusion! Due to failure of practise, I remove Patient 2997 from Dr. Quinzel's care and reassign the patient back to Dr. Arkham..."

"WHAT!" I see Harley scream.

"I am not quiet done yet! I also see fit that Dr. Quinzel is removed of her title and will return to her internship under the watch of Dr. Arkham!" He just fired Harley! They can't do this, not to her! I peer over to the side of the room and see a very sad Harley, crying. OK now I am angry.

"NO!" I roar and I swing my arms out, knocking out the two guards next to me. With them out cold, I make my way to Mr. Worthington only to be stopped by the other eight guards. Unable to fight them off with the chains, they soon floored me and began to beat me with their batons.

"STOP IT! GET OFF OF HIM!" I see Harley scream and started to run over but Arkham grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER ARKHAM!" I scream as the guards pull my sore body up and dragged towards the door.

"Get him out of here!" Arkham shouted.

"I AM GONNA KILL YOU ARKHAM! I'M GONNA KILL YOU ALL! JUST YOU WAIT! JOKER'S GONNA GET YOU!" I scream as the door closed in my face but not before I take one last look at Harley and her sad, crying face.


I've lost her. The only person I have ever cared for and I've lost her. GODDAMNIT! Why didn't I just spill my guts for her! Now I will never see Harley again! After what happened last night... damn last night was the last night we would be together. God, I should have made it more special for her! I am such a selfish cunt! I should have given her the world! I should have told her my feelings! I should have... OH WHAT IS THE USE! I am never going to see her again! I will never lay my eyes on her pretty form again! I will never get to run my fingers through her silky again, never glaze into them beautiful blue eyes; never feel them soft lips on mine. She's gone. I've caused her to lose her career; the bright young woman will have to start all the way from the bottom again. Because of me! Damn it Joker, why her? She had everything a young woman wants! A great career, money and a beautiful body a man would die to touch! BUT NO! YOU HAD TO SCREW IT UP FOR HER! It would have been better if I had killed her, it's better than ruining her life! I truly am scum! An evil person! A... God Harley, I miss you so much baby!

I am no longer in my cell, the right was removed when they dragged me out the courtroom, kicking and screamed. To my joys, they heavily sedated me and threw my in solitary confinement. A straight jacket and chains cover my body as I stare at the padded cell around me, probably the size of a cloak drugs in my system are making my head spin, giving me a headache and making me more emotional than normal. I have an itch on my leg which has been there for ten minutes, unable to scratch it as my arms and hands are bound to around my chest. But I welcomed the irritated spot; it was distracting me from thinking about Harley. This isn't the first time I was in this room, I got through it before and I can do it again. Not that I want to make it through. I just want to forget everything that has happened; I just want peace of mind. Suddenly the room went pitch black, telling me it was time to sleep. I stare at nothing for god knows how long when the door flings open.

"Great, is it time for my beating? Give me what you got boys!" I growl at the piercing light, unable to see anything. The guards always had the pleasure of beating the inmates of solitary confinement which the doctors are aware of, they just don't care and look the other way. Sometimes they joined in on the action. I see a shadow appear but the light was still strong for me to see anything and the drugs weren't helping. The shadow quickly rushes in the cell and kneels in front of me, still blurry.

"Mistah J?" Wait that voice! Harley? The light around to shadow started to ease down and my eyes started to clear up as the figure started to become visible to me. There kneeling in front of me was Harley, only she looked different. Her hair was in high ponytails at each side of her head, her lips a dark red and her eyes covered in black make-up like mine. As my stare moves down to her body, to my delight, she was wearing some bra/gilet combo coloured alternative black and red. Her arms wore long armed fingerless gloves, one red and the other black. A giant black belt hung on her hips followed by a pair of black and red leather jeans, a diamond formation of the other colour on each leg. To top of the sexy outfit, a pair of knee high black and red boots. Her whole image screamed one word to me. Harlequin.

"Harley? What are you doing?" I ask, astound at the sex goddess in front of me.

"It's ok Puddin; I'm busting you out of here!" Before I could question her, Harley had me up on my feet and out the door. Pure chaos surrounded us as we made our way through Arkham, guards and doctors trying to fight off inmates that were loose from their cells. The drugs in my system were making it hard to figure out what was going on and making it hard to walk, forcing Harley to practically carry my weight. Before I knew it, we were close to the only entrance and exit of the asylum when we hear a voice.

"Stop right there!" Harley turned us around to meet Dr. Arkham standing behind with a gun in his hand. "Harleen? What on earth do you think you are doing?" He asked as he raised the gun to us. I hear Harley gasp and with all my strength, I stood on my feet and placed myself between her and the gun.

"Mistah J! No!" She shouted out as Arkham clocked back his gun. All of a sudden, the doctor fell to the floor to reveal Harvey standing behind him with a chair in hand.

"Get him out of here! NOW!" Harley grabbed me before I could talk to Two-Face and hurried me out the door. The next thing I knew I was sitting in a car with Harley at the wheel, driving as fast as possible away from the madhouse.


Wow!

So Harleen is finally Harley Quinn and now are favorite pair of criminals are out in the street.

I wonder what will happen next!

Sorry about the spacing, for some weird reason it's not letting me do the ~~~ I always do

Please Review, I will love you forever if you do!

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