Hey guys!

As you already know from the last chapter that I didn't us Harley's look from BTAS.

Instead I used her image from The Batman Arkham City game.

Check it out if you haven't seen it.

Ok now this chapter is a bit different from others because this chapter is completely Harley POV of chapter 9.

YOU NEED TO READ THIS FOR FUTURE REFERENCE!

This is probably the only Harley POV I will do since I prefer writing as The Joker.

Happy Readings!

I place the brown box full of my stuff onto the table as I sat on the chair, crying as I take a look around my office. But it's not my office anymore; it was taken away from me an hour ago, as well as my title. No more Dr. Harleen Quinzel, it was just Harleen Quinzel now. Harleen Quinzel! Urgh... I hate that name! I was told to clean out my office as soon as Mistah J was out of the room, no doubt I would have to move my stuff back in Dr. Arkham's office so he can keep an eye on me. My career is down the pan but I don't care, I am angry at Arkham but I'm more worried about Mistah J. I saw that look in his eyes when Mr. Worthington relieved me of my title, others in the room thought he was angry but I knew he was sad.

As I stand up from the table and picked my box up, I look to my old make shift bedroom and blushed at the memories from the night before. That was probably the best night of my life and now I won't have another, not with Arkham watching me like a hawk. The memories soon got too hard to bear so I quickly leave the room, not looking back. Colleagues just stare and whisper to each other as I walked down the corridors to Arkham's office; no doubt they are talking about me losing my title. I don't care what they say, none of them made an effort to talk to me since I started here. None except for Dr. Bryan who after months of trying, got the hint that I'm not interested in dating him. Why would I be when I've got Mistah J! I mean... I when I had Mistah J. I sigh knowing I will never see him again. Stopping outside his office, I notice that the door is slightly open and voice were coming from inside.

"Where is Miss Quinzel?" Mr. Worthington's voice filled my ears as I lean towards the door.

"I told her to clear her office. I will be taking her on as an understudy, not that she deserves it but I can't let her go off and write a book about the asylums secrets! I will have to keep her close" You bastard Arkham! Do you really think so little of me?

"Very well, now what is it you were so urgent to talk about?"

"The Joker..."

"Oh... we have been over this time and time again!"

"I know sir but this time another doctor got involved! We can't keep him here!"

"Dr. Arkham, we have kept him locked up here for over a year now and he hasn't escaped!"

"That's because he doesn't want to! Not yet! Why are we even trying to help him anyways? Low lives like him don't deserve help! That thing deserves punishment!"

"I agree with you Arkham, I truly do. We have to make it look like we are helping them but it doesn't mean we have to do anything to help them. As long as Bruce Wayne sees we are trying to 'help' them then everything is fine. He is happy that we are trying and we are richer thanks to his funding scheme" What! That's fraud!

"Yes I know Mr. Worthington. Did Mr. Wayne fall for it?"

"Oh yes, he believed me when I told him that we are trying to help the patients but most of them are resisting treatment. You know the usual. Oh and Arkham, Mary wanted to know..." shocked at their words, I slowly back away from the door and run to the lady's room. Throwing water over my face, I stare into her mirror as everything hits like a ton of bricks. Mistah J was right! No one cares! Everyone is deluded! They know what they are doing is wrong yet they parade around like they are all high and mighty, like they're the good guys! How dare they con those poor people of their sanity! Denying human beings a second chance at life! I can't believe it, Mistah J is right and I have been blind to this the whole entire time! Blind to the grey area! Well not anymore Mistah J, I see it crystal clear and I am not happy about it. Throwing my box into the paper towel bin, I marched from the toilets and rushed out of the asylum.

Throwing my front door open, I walk in with rage without bothering to close it behind me. I will make them pay! They will all pay for what they have done to My Puddin and the other inmates! Swinging my laptop open and clicking on the search engine, I type furiously at the keyboard. Super villain costumes. Male, male, male, male oh wait... nope that's Poison Ivy, male, male, male, Circe... Damn it! I quickly delete the search and type again. Female super villain costumes. To my poor laptop's joy, images came up that pleased my eyes. Finally we are getting somewhere! Ok so what have we here? Nope, nope, nope, too slutty, way too slutty, naked, can't fly, Wonder Woman? She isn't even a villain! I give up and push the laptop out of my reach, making sure to bang my head on the table for good measure.

"Harleen Quinzel. It's ok but it's not you,"

Huh?

"Now if we take that and mix it up a bit you get...Harlequin!"

Mistah J?

"Harley Quinn, I like it, it brings a smile to my face!"

Harley Quinn? Harlequin? Harlequin! That's it, harlequin! Pulling my laptop to me again, I type the magic word in to the engine and slammed the entre button. Images filled the screen before my eyes, beautiful females wearing diagonal clothing in diamond shapes everywhere. Some are multicoloured but most are black and red. Black and red. Hmmm... black and red. I stand up quickly, forcing my chair to fall and run to my bedroom. Ripping open the doors, I peer into my closet to find what I was looking for hanging in the back. A few years ago I went through a phase were I wore leather all the time and to my joy, I kept some off the items for a rainy day. Grabbing the black and dark red items, I grab a giant brown box from the bottom of the closet and rush back into the living. Throwing my old clothes around the room, I set the brown box on the floor and open it. There before my eyes shined my old sewing machine complete with my sewing kit essentials. Good thing my Aunty taught me how to sew when she was sober!

As I stared at myself in the mirror, an evil grin appeared on my face. My hair was tied up in high ponytails above my ears, my lips a deep red and my eyes painted black to match My Puddin's make-up. I look hot! Can't wait till Mistah J sees his new and improved Harley Quinn!

I made sure to park my car close as I could to the security gate without it being spotted. Slowly I walk in the shadows over to the security gate and dropped to my knees. Throwing a large rock over my shoulder, I crawled under the gate and ran to the entrance knowing to well that the dumb security guard would be looking for the source of the noise I created. Opening the door slightly, I see a single guard at his deck and quickly look at the clock on the wall. Any minute now! Come on! Like clockwork, the guards turned to face the TV behind him and turned over to his favourite nightly programme. Typical! Quietly opening the door, I step in and quietly close the door again. Dipping down to the level of the desk, I quickly scoot down the hall knowing all the doctors would be at home or in the rec room. Grinning like a madwoman at the plan I just thought of this second, I quickly moved past the doctor's offices to the stairs of the basement and flew down them. I suddenly come up to a metal gate, I kick it's door down to find all of the inmates clothing and items they had when they were admitted upon the selves. Grabbing what I could, I quickly ran back up the stairs. Passing the offices again, I make a quick detour and find myself outside the rec room door. Peering through the thin glass panel I see several male doctors watching and screaming at a basketball game on the TV. Foolish men! Grabbing Oswald's super strong umbrella, I jam it under the door handle and quickly made my way to the inmate's cells. Rounding the corner, two guards outside the gate spotted me and march over to stop me. Hiding two syringes of Scarecrow's fear formula behind my back, I wait until the two men are close enough and stab the needles into their neck. Dr. Crane's formula quickly paralyzed the men in fear as I stepped over them and rushed to the blow horn above the gate. Readying Mistah J's favourite knife, I jump into the air and slice the wires connected to the giant horn. I didn't take any time to wait as I opened the gate and ran down the hallway between the inmate cells. As I came to his I notice that it was empty.

"Hey there ducks" I hear from behind and turned to see Mr. Dent's smug face drop. "Harley?"

"Where is he?"

"What have you done to...?"

"I'm sorry Harvey but I haven't got much time before someone notice the guards. Where is he?"

"They took him to solitary confinement" Dent answered nicely as I opened his cell, luckily Arkham didn't have the change to swipe it for me earlier. Walking out of his cage, the man looked at me confused. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting all of you out of this shit hole" I say gladly as I handed him his trusty Tommy-gun. Taking it proudly, I quickly rush over to Professor Crane's and Mr. Nigma's cells. As they walked free from their cells, they walked over to me with a puzzled looks. "Gentlemen I think these belong to you" I handed The Scarecrow his mask and vials of fear gas, then handed The Riddler his staff.

"What do you want us to do Harley?" Two-Face asked with passion in his eyes. I smile as I look at the three men around me, they are criminals but they are the only people that have ever been nice to me. Well apart from Mistah J.

"Right go down the hall and to the right is the security room. There will be about thirteen guys in there; Two-Face and Scarecrow I need you to take them out. Riddler, in the office there will be a red lever on the wall. It will open all the cells, cut the power and sound the alarm. Pull it. After all the guards are taken care of, get everyone together and make a push to the exit"

"Harleen why..." Jonathan started to ask but I cut him off.

"Harleen is gone Professor, call me Harley Quinn" I go to run off when an annoying voice spoke to me.

"Oh doctor, please let me out to!" Penguin begged from his cell next to me.

"Drop dead bird!" I spit. Walking past his cell, a hand grabbed my arm and I turn to see it belong to Harvey.

"When you find him, get him out of here. Don't wait around" Two-Face smiled, released my hand and watched me run down the hall. I rang though mazes of corridors when I finally saw the power go and hear the alarm ringing. Peering around the corner I see the guards running towards another corridor, knowing that the cells they were guarding wouldn't open as the alarm ringed. Just as the emergency lighting flashed on, I ran towards one of the sealed door and pulled out my key card.I opened the door to find it empty and then moved to the next, also empty. Third time's the charm. I move to the next door, swiped my card and opened it.

Before me I saw Mistah J in a straight jacket, squinting his eyes. Running towards him, I drop to my knee and stare at him.

"Mistah J?" I ask as I see him open his eyes more.

"Harley? What are you doing?" Shit, he has been sedated!

"It's ok Puddin; I'm busting you out of here!" Not wasting time like Dent said, I pick Mistah J up from the floor and run out the room. Making our way though the asylum was tough with all the fighting around us and the fact that Mistah J was heavily sedated was making it hard for him to walk, let alone run. To my relief, we came to the front of the entrance of this shit hole when I hear something behind us.

"Stop right there!" I turned us around to meet Dr. Arkham standing behind us. "Harleen?" How dare you call me that you fucking prick! "What on earth do you think you are doing?" He asked as he raised a gun to us. I couldn't help but gasp as I look at the gun. All of I sudden I feel Mistah J moved as he steps in front of me, shielding me from the gun.

"Mistah J! No!" I scream as I slam my eyes close. All I hear next is a loud bang and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Fearing the worst, I open my eyes to see My Puddin's back still in front of me. Peering over his shoulder, I see Arkham on the floor out cold and Two-Face above him with a chair in his hands.

"Get him out of here! NOW!" Not waiting to be told again, I grab Mistah J and run out of the nut house. Soon I was driving full speed down the road with a heavily sedated Joker in the seat next to me. I smile at his image next to me and pressed the pedal down further, making the car roar with power.

OOOOOHHHHH!

Harley has gone bad!

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