A/N: hope y'all enjoy this. please excuse any typos.
Today would be a good day, she could feel it in her bones. Nothing could kill her good mood. Not even the crappy food this dump called breakfast. She ate the muck and hummed to herself.
When the guards came to take her to therapy she didn't fight. She put on the strait jacket with no fuss. She didn't try to mess with their heads on the way to Dr. Stevens' office like she usually did. When she moved her arm she could feel ache of her Puddin's bite make on her breast. The twinge of pain reminding her of the best gift she had ever gotten.
When she got to Dr. Stevens' office, she played along and answer some of his asinine questions. She let the man ramble on and on as she replayed the events from the night before. She took it further and started to picture their future together. Maybe get a pet, something exotic like a bear or a hyena. She like that idea. If that went well, they could start a family, they'd have two children, a boy and a girl.
A hand touched hers, snapping her back to the present. She was unable to stop the frown that now marred her face. She focused on the face that was too close to hers for comfort. Her frown deepened.
"Whoa Doc, personal space!" she blurted moving her head back.
"Were you even listening? Harley, I just told you that I love you. I can get you out of here and out of Gotham. We can start fresh somewhere else. Joker could never love you. He's not capable of such a complex emotion." The doctor was serious.
Harley was amused. This man thought he knew what was best for her. He was an idiot. She knew what was best and that maybe her Puddin' didn't "love" her in the traditional sense. He cared about her. Harley had enough love for the both of them.
The doc was nuts, he was leaning forward, back into her personal space. This wasn't going to end well.
"I know you can feel it too, I can make you happy." He leaned in closer. Harley felt panic, was he going to try to kiss her?
She laughed in her head, trying to keep her face as neutral as possible. She batted her eyes at him and he took that as his queue. Harley leaned her head back as far as the seat would allow, and slammed her forehead into his nose. She not only heard the crunch but felt his nose flatten. The hot spray of blood covered her face causing her to laugh hysterically. This was fun.
Dr. Stevens cursed, holding his battered nose, unable to stop the blood from escaping his cupped hands.
Harley quieted and looked at the man in front of her. "Thanks for the help with my little problem," she motioned at her head as best as she could. "But I Love Mr. J, not you." She watched as the anger flashed across his face.
"Fine Harley, I see now that this has been a mistake." He opened the door and told the guards to escort her out, and back to her cell.
Harley laughed the entire way back.
Harley sat in her cell, daydreaming. Her and her Puddin' would be free soon, no one could keep them apart. When her cell opened she thought maybe Mr. J had come to see her again. She was very disappointed to see Dr. Stevens walking in, followed by an orderly and a guard.
'This won't be good' she thought.
"Good evening, Ms. Quinzel, I believe we should start a new form of therapy today." He told her.
"Starting kind of late, huh?" she laughed nervously.
He didn't smile, "It's a bit 'old fashioned' but I think it will do you good." He smirked at her. The jerk.
"Oh yeah? Bring it, I'm tougher than you think." She spat at him.
He turned to the guard, "Take her to treatment room 5."
The men grabbed her upper arms, pulling her along. "Easy boys, I'm a lady. I aint gonna fight you, today." She giggled at her own joke.
They moved past her usual treatment room and stopped in front an unfamiliar door. They waited for the doctor to show up. He scanned his badge and opened the door, ushering the three inside. The guys pushed her into the center of the room and left her alone with the doctor.
Dr. Stevens pulled her closer to him. "Now this is our sleep deprivation room. You will be in here, alone. You will not be allowed to enter REM sleep cycles. I will also not be giving you food or water, no human contact. For as long as it takes." He told her leaving the sentence open ended on purpose.
She needed to know, so she took the bait. "As long as what takes?" she hated herself for asking.
He smiled, "For Harleen to come back, maybe I could talk some reason into her. She will see the generosity of my offer." He whispered to her.
Harley bit her tongue to keep from laughing at the absurdity of his though process. "Ain't happening." She told him with no fear in her voice.
She smiled at the anger on his face as he turned and left the room.
Harleen sat down and studied the room. It was, well, white. Not just white, but super white. There had to be a camera in here, there was no window.
The room was extremely bright. No way she would be able to sleep in here. This is going to be a long night. She laid down on the floor, eyes closed. She felt the lightness of sleep starting to take her. The tendrils wrapping around her brain, dragging her down. The alarm rang so loud it scared the shit out of heart was beating in her throat as the adrenaline pounded through her veins. She sat up and the alarm stopped.
'This stinks' she thought to herself. She crossed her legs and rested her hands on her knees. She sat like that for what felt like days. She'd gone without sleep before.
There was no sound in the room apart from the buzz of the lights. And the occasional alarm. She felt fine, a bit tired, but fine.
Time ticked by, Harley went through some of her stretches. That only sapped her energy. She was thirsty too. This definitely was gonna suck. She sat back down, wondering how long had she been in here.
'Too long.' She heard Harleen say in her head. She shook her head. No that was not going to happen. Then she started laughing.
The alarm blared to life, she must have dozed again. Damn! This was horrible. The room felt cold. She felt like she was losing it for real this time.
"Harley, listen to me." She heard the bitch in her head again.
"No!" she screamed out loud.
"Harley. I can help you."
"Bullshit!" Harley said aloud to no one.
There was silence. Harley smiled in triumph. She was still the badass in charge.
The alarm blared again to wake her. This was getting old. "I'm up." She growled.
She opened her eyes and was looking at herself. She closed her eyes and shook her head opened them again.
Harleen was staring at her. She'd finally really lost her mind. Dr. Stevens had broken her. She pouted at the thought. She shrugged, "If you can't beat em…"
"Heya Harleen, what's up?" she said to the phantom her.
"Harley, we have a problem."
Harley just looked at the inner her. She was unsure if she could trust her. Harley was still pretty angry at her.
"Yea? Well, I can handle it." She said.
"Listen, that creep doctor wants to take us away from Mr. J. You don't want that, and neither do I."
Harley huffed at the apparition.
"Don't reply out loud, they are listening. Always. I have a plan Harley. To get us away from that pervert, for good."
Harley raised an eyebrow. 'And? I'm listening.' She thought.
Harleen smiled. " You have to let me be in charge for just a bit. I can get him to trust me. Get us close enough for you to kill him."
Harley was surprised. "You don't want to kill him?"
"I killed a guy. It's not to my taste. I don't regret it, but I don't want to do I again." The former doctor explained.
Harley just looked at her. She was really confused. Probably jut hallucinating.
"Why are you helping? I tried to get rid of you." She countered
Harleen laughed. "You can't get rid of me. I am you. There is only one way to get rid of either of us. Neither of us will go there." She paused. "Harley, we both love Mr. J, it's a fact, and as long as one of us has him, we will be fine."
Harley had lost it, she was so confused. She rubbed her hands over her face.
"So, what's the plan?" she thought to herself.
When Dr. Stevens opened the door, Harley was unresponsive. She had finally dropped and when the alarm blared she didn't flinch. Now he would take her to the infirmary to get her IV fluids and recoup. He smiled, she'd be his soon.
Harleen's mouth tasted bad. She moved her hands and panic began as she was stopped by leather restraints.
"What in the world?" she said out loud. She was in the infirmary. She looked around. There was no one else in the room. Harleen smiled, Harley had trusted her to het their revenge.
The door to the room opened, letting Dr. Stevens into the room. "Good morning," he said. "How are you feeling today?"
"Confused," Harleen told him truthfully. "I'm not sure how I got here." She tried to motion to the room.
Dr. Stevens looked at her long enough to make her feel uncomfortable. He finally said, "Harleen?"
"Dr. Stevens." She replied.
A smile creeped along his face, making him look as crazy as she felt.
"It worked." He said, making notes on her chart.
"What worked?" she asked playing dumb.
"An alternate form of therapy. I had to weaken Harley's control to get you back and it worked." He explained.
"Well, thanks, it's nice to feel normal again, not like a passenger in my own body." She smiled.
"Do you feel well enough to have a session? I think it would be best to do this as soon as you feel able. More accurate input." He explained.
"I'm a bit thirsty, but I feel fine." She told him.
Within a half hour, she was seated in Dr. Stevens' office. The water was the best thing she had tasted ever.
The doctor informed her he would be recording the mini session. They began with routine questions. She told him a bit of what she could remember between the blank spaces in her memory. Trying to keep it as vague as possible.
Dr. Stevens got up and walked to her side of the desk. He stopped the small camera and smiled.
"Harleen, I can't explain to you how wonderful this is. Harley is dangerous. She is obviously psychotic. She's also involved with the clown. The two together would be dangerous. He paused to gauge her reaction.
"That's disturbing Dr. Stevens." She said.
"Please, call me Joshua." He told her. He reached forward to hold her hand.
The revulsion of his touch sent a shiver through her. Though from the grin on his face he mistook it for something else.
"Joshua" she said.
"I put in the request to have The Joker put in solitary for the duration of his stay. He is a danger to everyone." he explained.
Harleen had to steady herself against the shriek Harley let loose in her head. 'Calm down, Harley' She thought to the mess freaking out in her head.
"That's probably best." She told Joshua
The man smiled at her. "Harleen I wanted to tell you, you are perfect, I'd like to take you away from here." He pulled her to her feet. "I could make you happy, help you keep Harley under control." He moved her closer, their bodies almost touching.
Harleen gasped, "Joshua, I'm not sure, could you keep her away? Really, like forever? I couldn't risk her getting out." She moved forward, hiding her face in his shoulder.
The doctor wrapped his arms around her, she used the time and movement to grab the pen off his desk.
"Yes Harleen, I could make you happy." he told her, holding her. He moved her face up to look at him and kissed her.
The shock froze both women for a second, and then Harleen gave her body back to Harley.
Harley bit the doctor's lip hard. He tried to pull away. The movement caused the skin to break and blood to smear on their faces. The fear and pain in his eyes was beautiful. She held his gaze as she jammed the pen into the doctor's neck.
The gurgling was music to her ears. She released him. His body stumbled, trying to remove the pen. Big mistake.
The hole the pen left in his neck spurted blood to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The scene before her was amazing.
"Joshua," she chided. "You should know better. I belong to Mr. J." she kicked him as he began to collapse. "That means no touching." she kicked him again.
She stood and watched the light fade from his eyes. Fascinated by the blood spray patterns. The beauty in the chaos of it.
She jumped when the alarms blared to life. No way that was her fault. No one knows about this. She opened the door ready to run amuck. She turned to leave and found herself staring at a gun in her face.