People began filing into my office all at once, bumping into each other, checking my vitals, making sure that there were no signs of trauma. I was grabbed by two people and placed on the couch where I had just found my lost love moments ago. I looked up at the worried faces around me. Dr. Arkham's cold eyes were filled with concern, the wrinkles on his forehead puckered as if he were trying to figure out what happened. Joan's strong angular face was contorted with worry, her lips were moving but I couldn't hear any sound coming out of her mouth, I couldn't hear anything actually except for a tiny voice that was getting louder in the back of my mind telling me to run to him, and never leave him again.
Somewhere throughout the process of them talking I was picked up and escorted out of the room by an orderly that smelled of body odor and cigarettes. He grabbed me bridal style and carried me down the long florescent hallway, his heavy steps bouncing off of the tiles filling the space with the sharp crack of each boot, accompanied by the loud shrieks of pain and laughter that will forever reside in this place. His ashtray breath was caressing my face with its pungent odor. I looked up at his fat mug, it was covered with a light sheen of sweat, the tiny pulse that could be seen beating through the thin skin of his temple, was racing. The voice in my head was getting louder, filling my thoughts with horrific ideas. 'Come on Harley…you know you want to. Don't they all deserve it for taking him away?' I covered my ears and started whimpering 'it can't be all that bad…come on give it a go' I glanced back up at the ugly man holding me in his arms. He was looking at me with concern, but not for me…for himself. We walked into the infirmary and he placed me down on the hard metal table. I brought my knees up to my chest and closed my eyes. The voices we're screaming at this point, begging me to do something, anything I could to get back to Jack. I covered my ears again and bit my bottom lip
"I've seen a lot of doctors come and go when dealing with him... If I were you, I'd feel lucky to be alive" I glared at the fat man across the room wondering what the hell he was talking about. He cleared his throat and looked me in the eye "I promise that sick son of a bitch will pay for what he's done-" his words were cut off by a sea of red, and pen shoved into his trachea. I looked down at my hands, my pale knuckles were covered in the ruby red liquid that was flowing freely from the small wound…its really amazing how so much blood could come from such a tiny hole. I stared at the dying man with no emotion, I felt nothing. No joy, no laughter, no remorse…just emptiness. The light left his eyes and with it I knew that Harleen Quinzel was gone as well.
Glancing around the room, I found a small sterile sink and washed all of the crimson off of my slender fingers. Watching as it circled into a tiny pink tinged whirlpool and went down the drain, I still felt nothing. The voice in my head jumping for joy, serenading me with shrieks of laughter, and yet I couldn't rejoice with her…something was missing.
I stripped off my lab coat and walked out the door that momentarily held the secret of what I've done. The clacking of my heels were the only thing that could be heard in the eerily quiet hallway. I looked at the faces behind the glass, and felt nothing. Nothing mattered…it was like they knew; they knew what I had just done…and I didn't care. Suddenly anger spiked throughout my whole being…it WAS their fault. They we're the one who took him away from me, they were the people who judged him for just being who he was, these so called doctors were the ones who mercilessly pointed fingers at the beautiful, laughing, broken man behind the glass…and they were all going to pay.
I rounded the hallway heading straight for my office. Standing by the coffee pot was my soft spoken assistant, Heather. Slowly, so I wouldn't attract attention, I took off my heels and grabbed the letter opener off of the desk and stalked behind her. Grabbing her tight red bun on the top of her head and pulled her backwards, exposing the tender flesh of her neck and dug the tip of the sleek blade into the pale skin. "Don't ya dare scream" I whispered. She nodded vigorously and closed her mouth. I smiled "Now there's a good girl." I pulled her hair tighter and turned her around so she was facing me, making sure to keep the point of the blade firmly against her neck. "Now, do ya know why I'm doin this?" I asked, the words oozing out like melted sugar.
"N-no." she sputtered out, her legs where shaking and I could see the fear in her eyes.
"No!" I giggled "let's think for a sec…did I ask for your help in my office?" I bent her backward over the edge of the counter. She shook her head no and I smiled "Did ya ask to see if my session was over before you opened the door?" she shook her head no again as I pressed the letter opener further, drawing tiny specks of blood "Ya know what they say Heather…three strikes and ya out…" I leaned into her pushing my nose into her frightened cheek. "And I'd say you've got one more…so if I was you I'd think real hard before answering yes or no" her eyes widened even further. "Why the FUCK did you scream?" her bottom lip quivered and she closed her eyes, trying to hide the tears that were already leaking down her freckled face. "Come on Heather…I'm waiting for an answer…and Harley isn't a patient girl…"
"I don't know…" she whispered obviously knowing that this was the wrong answer and started whimpering.
I pulled the letter opener off her neck slightly and the shaken girl visibly relaxed until I giggled "WRONG ANSWER!" I shrieked as I stabbed her in the neck. A sheet of red covered my face as I kept forcing the object through the now mutilated skin.
Finally feeling satisfied, I threw her lifeless body to the tile floor and watched as the red liquid puddled around my bare feet. I dipped my fingers into the mess and drew a smiley face onto the limp corpse and sighed. The voice in my head laughing and singing, begging me for more…and I'd gladly oblige.
I exited the room and walked down to the third door away from my office, the orderly rec room. Pulling my hair down from the disheveled bun, I arranged it around my face. Putting the letter opener behind my back, I ran into the rec room trying my best to look pathetic. The three men that were in the room were sitting around a small square folding table playing a card game. "H-help!" I yelled toward the disgusting buffoons. "Heather…she…she's…"
A large, burly man dropped the cards he was holding in his hands and looked at me, his dull brown eyes widening in shock taking in my appearance. "What happened to you?!" he rose from his seat and walked toward me, the other two men staring at me, waiting for the answer.
"A crazy lunatic killed Heather and now they're coming this way! I don't know what to do!" I yelled, faking the tears that were coming out of my baby blues.
The large ape grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in close to him. He smelled like old spice and shaving cream. "Don't worry…I won't let them hurt you." He promised.
My hand gripped the letter opener tighter as I put my free arm around his neck clutching him tighter to me. I put my lips next to his ear "and who's to stop them from hurting you?" I giggled as I shoved the letter opener into his stomach and pulled up. His brown eyes sparkled with betrayal and confusion as I smiled at him and pushed him off of me. One of the apes noticed what I had done and charged toward me. I moved toward the counter and grabbed the discarded coffee mug, hitting the orderly across the temple with enough force to knock him to the ground, and then repeatedly slamming the porcelain down on his nose. The other coming behind me, trying to pry me off of my main target. With the letter opener still in my fist I turned toward the offensive man and jammed the object into his eye, screaming "WAIT YOUR FUCKING TURN." He staggered backward in pain as I continued to crush the brunette apes head into the ground.
After I was finished with him, I stalked over to the broken man on the floor, giggling as I did so. "Now it's your turn." I glanced around the room to find something to kill him with…there was a spoon on the table, a can of dip beside it, three quarters, poker chips, and dental floss. Smiling to myself, I walked over and picked up the dental floss and skipped over to my victim. His good eye widening in terror as I approached, I began to unravel the rope floss until I got the appropriate length. "Now, i'm not gonna lie…this is going to be a first for both of us." I winked. I pulled the letter opener out of his eye and put it between my breasts for safe keeping and grabbed his bloody face. "Now, don't squirm." I wrapped the floss around his thick neck tightly 4 times, pulling the rope, i watched his face go purple. "My dentist always told me that flossing was supposed to be a good thing" I giggled. The purple faced man glared at me one last time before his eyes closed for the last time.
Leaving the room I glanced down the hallway and sprinted down the long, dimly lit corridor to the maximum security wing. The little voice urging me forward, keeping me moving, I reached for the ID card hanging around my neck and with a magical little swipe I opened the door, heading toward my prize.
There were two other people in his cell trying to sedate him, but he wasn't having any of it. He kicked the small doctor in the face, sending her flying back into the glass with a sharp crack. The taller male grabbed him and pinned him against the small, messy cot, trying to fight through the rib shattering blows that were being dealt to his core. The small doctor picked herself off of the floor and ran toward the orderly with the sedative in hand, but before she could administer the drug, my puddin slipped out of the orderly's grasp and stabbed the doctor repeatedly in the eye with a pencil that he had found in the mix of sheets. He turned toward the broken man on the ground a kicked him in the side for good measure. The sound of the snapping ribs, a symphony to my ears. He stared down at him laughing to himself before pulling the man on his knees, and with a beautiful cackle he twisted the man's neck and his lifeless body crumpled.
I slowly opened the door and stepped inside, walking over to my clown prince of crime. He glanced at me, breathing heavily, and pulled me close to him. His lips crashed onto mine as I put my fingers into his hair. His tongue probing my lips, demanding entrance which I gladly gave him, our mouths fighting for dominance as he pushed me against the stone wall of his cell continuously muttering the words "Harley Quinn".
I wrapped my legs around his lean torso as his hands claimed my body eliciting surprised moans from me as he did. I felt him smirk against my mouth as he pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Let's go visit Daddy Quinzel."