A/N Apologies for the late chapter. Let me know what you think

Turning my head as I stood paused mid-way down the grand stair case, I couldn't help but stop at a sudden sound. Listening in, it was faint but as I moved slowly down and around the stairs it became increasingly louder. What was is it?

Cautiously walking down the hallway, I ended up following the now distinct sound of sobbing to one of the living rooms. What had happened? Peering around, I found the familiar figure of Harley as she sat on one of the sofas with her head buried in her hands. What was wrong?

"Harley…" I called out just above a whisper.

"Go away" she replied with a chocked sob before turning away from me "I'll be fine"

Not doing as she said, I didn't want to leave her here all alone. Not like this. Walking over, I stood a few steps away to keep the space "Harley. What happened?" I asked with a concerned tone. I'd never seen her cry in front of me before, or anyone for that matter "why are you crying?"

"It's nothing" still turned away from me, her body was slumped as she wiped the back of her hand over her eyes. Feeling a frown overcome my lips, I glanced around to see if I could find anything that would tell me what happened, but there was nothing. All the furniture was still in place and the only minor detail I could find, was a crinkle in the carpet rug below.

Turning back to Harley, her muffled sobs continued as I walked up and hugged her from behind. Not making a move to shrug or push me off, she simply stayed put before turning and enveloping her arms around my waist; her head pressed against my stomach as she sat. Holding her tight, I didn't want to let go until I knew she was alright "Harley…" I started "please tell me what happened"

A moment of silence passed before she spoke "Sometimes…Mistah J gets angry – it happens" she justified before wiping her tears away again "I did something I shouldn't have…it was stupid – and it's my fault" sniffling, she looked up to me with her blue eyes.

Staring down at her face, her makeup had been smudged from her crying and there was a fresh bruise on her cheek bone and neck. She looked awful. It was a site I've never seen on Harley before. I've always known her to be beautiful and flawless – not like this "He…hit you?"

"He didn't mean to…" sitting back from me, her sobs had calmed down "it's okay" she said with a slight chuckle "you don't gotta worry about me. I can take care of myself" looking over Harley once again as she sat glancing down at the floor, I suddenly walked away without thinking.

Storming back down the hallway, I didn't listen to Harley's voice as she called from behind. Rushing around the house, I knew he wasn't upstairs so he had to be somewhere down here. It didn't really occur to me that I had no 'real' reason to defend Harley, as we weren't as close as people would think. But I couldn't ignore this. What Joker had done to her affected me on a personal level. It had flicked a switch from my old life, and I couldn't control it.

Roaming all around, I came to halt when I saw a flash of green hair. Standing with one of his forearms leaning against a window, his back was turned to me as I picked up the nearest vase. Throwing it aimlessly at his direction, it smashed against the wall. Turning around, he had an unimpressed look on his face as he held a glass of alcohol "You hit her…" I seethed, a tremble of anger running down my body.

"How observant of you" he replied snarkely "…what do you want?"

"I want to know why you did it"

Sighing, he squinted before walking over to me "She put her pretty little nose it business that had nothing to do with her…" staring down at me with a menacing glint in his eye, I didn't move "why don't you run along. Hmm…unless you have something else to say?"

Not thinking, it all happened too fast as I watched his head reel to the side. Listening to the sharp sound echo out, I soon realised that I had done something I definitely shouldn't have – I had slapped him.

The air around me grew deathly quiet to the point I could hear my own heartbeat thumb beneath my chest. Watching as his head turned to face me again, I took a step back as he took one forward. Letting the glass he was holding slip from his hand, I listened as it smashed against the floor.

"I think you like pushing the limits. Don't you?" started the Joker with a growl "you wanna have fun. You wanna break the rules – be my guest. But…" he spoke while holding up a finger "you've forgotten one tiny little detail…" taking steps back as he continued to stalk forward, I felt my back press up against the wall. His pale hands rested on my shoulders as they squeezed. Feeling them roam up around my neck, his fingers curled inside my choker "I'm not a guy you want to play with"

Pulling forward harshly, I felt a burst of air be forced from my lungs as I tripped onto my knees. Not letting go of me, I felt the tightness of my choker as it dug against my throat. Dragging me along the floor, I didn't have time to get up or call out. Continuing to pull me down the hallway, we ended up in the main lobby.

Watching him kick open the front door, he pulled me up by my choker before pushing me out onto the front patio. Slamming the door shut I gasped for breath, my throat was tight and painfully sore. Looking up at the closed entrance, I turned to face the open front yard. He threw me out.


Transported from my cell and into one of the 'therapy rooms', I waited for half an hour until the metal door buzzed open. Sitting with my wrist handcuffed to the loop in the middle of the table, I looked up at the sound of heels. Looking over the familiar face of Amanda Waller, she waved away the two guards that had been stationed in the room with me.

Standing with a much thinner manila folder, she opened it up before dropping it onto the table "Your times up and I need an answer. Will you join the task force?" she asked plainly.

Looking over her emotionless face, I glanced down at the contract that had been typed and printed. Roaming my eyes over the paragraphs, it was a simple statement saying that I agreed to the terms and what I would be given in return. It was nothing I needed to worry about. Looking back at Waller, I nodded my head "Yes, I agree"

"Good" taking a pen out of her pocket, she clicked it before handing it to me "I need you to sign" scribbling down a signature on the dotted line, she took the pen, paper and folder from table before closing it "I'll see you soon" turning around, she walked out of the room. Not another word leaving her lips.


Walking along the streets, the sun had set an hour ago and I was still aimlessly wandering. After getting thrown out of the house, I didn't bother trying to get back in. Not knowing what to do, or where to go, the only reasonable place I could think of was the only other place I knew of – my old home.

Standing outside the large mansion, I watched from outside. The lights in the house were on and although some of the curtains were drawn, I could still see the shadowed figures on the other side. With a four-wheel drive parked out on the driveway, I could only assume that another family had moved in.

Rubbing my arms, I had a few pinkish scrapes along my skin from where I had fallen, and I could feel the tender bruise on my neck from where the Joker had dragged me. Shuddering from the odd cold breeze, I walked up to the front door. Listening to the muffled voices and occasional laughter, I rang the bell and it didn't take long before it was answered.

Standing in front of me, a man with a smile looked down at my tattered form and wind-blown hair; his smile fading at the site. Hearing him clear his throat, he asked "Can I help you?"

"I'm lost…" watching his mouth open and close, he was interrupted by a female voice as a woman called out.

"Stan honey, who is it?" coming to stand next to the man who I assumed to be her husband, the women looked me over "sweetie, are you alright?" she asked while giving me a worried look as she saw my bruises and scratches.

"No…" I said while rubbing my arms "it's cold"

"Well…I-" watching Stan, the husband, fumble for words, he looked over at his wife "what should be do? Call the cops?" he asked not so quietly.

Frowning at her husband, the woman waved me inside "Here, come inside and I'll get you something to drink" looking at the ground, I followed the woman. Guiding me to the large kitchen, the house looked very much the same. Of course there was no blood, or corpses or broken furniture and glass. Everything looked the way it used to – beside the new furniture and decorations.

Sitting on one of the kitchen stools, I watched as the women got a glass of cold water before setting in on the island counter. Clutching it in my hands, I took a sip as her husband came to lean on one of the other counters "Do your parents know where you are?" asked the woman.

"No…" I said whilst thinking about Joker and Harley "they don't"

A moment of silence went past before her husband started to talk in hushed whispers. I could tell by the few words I managed to hear, that he didn't approve of me being in their house. He didn't know me. I was just a stranger. Nodding her head, the women looked at me "Do you live anywhere near here?" she asked "Stan will be happy to take you home"

"I don't want to go back…" I replied just below a whisper "not yet"

"Well, kid, you can't stay here all night. I can take you home that's not a problem, but other than that – I'll have to call the cops" spoke her husband in a stern tone.

Nodding my head, I took the glass over to the kitchen sink. Glancing around the bench, a knife block was perched not far away. Turning on the tap, I began to rinse the glass when the woman spoke up "Sweetie, you don't have to-" feeling her presence just behind me, I reached for the nearest knife before turning around and plunging it into her throat.

Watching her eyes go wide, she fell to the ground as a steady stream of dark blood poured from the wound and down her shirt. Clutching her neck, hiccupping and gurgling noises escaped her lips "Jesus Christ!" bellowed her husband before running to her side. Clutching his wife as I took a step back with the knife still in hand, I watched as he tried to stop the bleeding "Felicity!" he called out to the woman before looking up at me red faced and panicked "what the fuck did you do!" he screamed.

"I'm sorry" watching the man as he began to sob, the gurgling of his wife had soon slowed to a stop as she lay still in a pool of red. Quickly walking up behind him, I ran the blade along his throat before he had time to recover and charge at me with anger and revenge.

Collapsing on his side, I dropped the knife with a clang onto the floor. Why did I do that? Leaning back against the counter, I could hear the faint noise of the television in the next room. Closing my eyes, I could smell the faint scent of blood as it wafted past my nose. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not supposed to be here, but I had to see – I had to see it all one last time.

Sighing as I opened my eyes back up, I walked out of the kitchen and up the familiar stair case. Finding the door that belonged to the room that was once mine, I opened it to see it was nothing but an office. Filled with a large wooden desk, cupboards and books.

Walking over to the red leather chair on the other side, I sat down on the cold material. Sifting through the draws on either side of the desk, there was nothing except paper work and a case of cigars. Perched on the side corner of the desk is a single photo frame; the typical shot of a happy couple. The couple who used to live in this house. The couple that I had murdered for no particular reason.

Getting up from the seat, I walked out of the office and down the hallway where the master bedroom is. Pushing open the double door, a new grand bed had replaced the one my parents use to sleep in. Freshly made with a dozen decorative cushion, I walked over before laying down on the soft surface. Curling into a foetal like position, I couldn't help the drowsiness of sleep as I closed my eyes.


The middle of the night, there were no guards standing to watch over me. As far as I knew there were only the few that patrolled up and down the corridors, but they never ventured in here. Listening as a buzz sounded out, I watched as Michael sneaked in, still dressed in his uniform "What are you doing here?" I asked as he stepped closer whilst glancing around cautiously.

"Frost…he came to my apartment. He wanted me to give you this. Said it's important" watching as Michael unlocked the cage door, he quickly strode forward before crouching down. Opening up one of his pockets he retrieved a cell-phone. Looking over it, I knew what it was for.

"Did he say anything else?" I asked.

"No" replied Michael with a shake of his head "he just said I need to get it to you tonight"

"Tonight?" I asked more to myself than him. Tilting my head to the side I wondered why it had to be tonight, of course – Frost is a very resourceful man "…there taking me tomorrow" I concluded while glancing up at Michael as he sighed "…your upset?"

"No…" spoke Michael, although his jaw went slightly taught "…I just don't understand why you needed to reach out to him. It's too dangerous"

"It's all a part of the plan – the message – this" I said with a nod "it's all to make sure no unexpected surprises get in my way. That woman would have put a safeguard in place for if 'we' tried to escape. If I stay with him for now – he'll make sure that doesn't happen…"

"And then we'll leave?"

"Yes…you know where to go. If you do what I've told you – we'll be out of Gotham before they realise were gone. It's only you and me…" I said while looking into his baby blue eyes "no one else matters"


Lying in bed, I woke up the next morning drowsy and forgetful. It wasn't until I stumbled from the bedroom and down stairs did I remember what had happened. It had all temporarily slipped from my mind, and now it was all crashing back down.

Looking over the bloody scene, the bodies of the couple had turned a pale shade and they looked visibly stiff. Sighing, I searched around the house for anything flammable. Looking in the garage, I found a small tin of petrol for the lawn mower. Unscrewing the lid, I splashed it around the house and furniture. Finding a stove top lighter, I sparked a flame and watched as the house became alit. Taking one last look before it all turned to ash – it was time to go home.

Making my way out the front door, it was still early in the morning but as I reached the end of the block, I could hear the faint sound of sirens as they approached. Walking down the footpath, I took my time making my way back to the mansion. Upon arriving, no one stopped me as I entered the gates. Walking up the cobble stone pathway and up the stairs, I pushed through the double doors.

Slowly trudging up the stairs, I entered the bathroom. Turning on the faucet for the bathtub, I looked in the mirror as I took off my choker and stripped out of my bloodied dress. Slipping from my body and onto the floor, I climbed into the bathtub and watched as it turned a light shade of pink. Sinking further into the steaming water, I didn't care that it was too hot.

Minutes ticked by when the water had just started to cool. Watching the door to the bathroom slowly creak open, Joker stepped inside "Well, well…look who came crawling back" not answering his taunts, I looked straight ahead. I wasn't at all bothered that he could see me through the clear water – it wasn't as if he hadn't seen me before. Crouching down, he turned my head to face him "I heard you've been a 'very' busy girl…"

Roaming my eyes over his face, his head was slightly tilted as his eyes held a devilish glint. The edges of his red lips turning up in a faint smile. Feeling his jewellery covered fingers run along my wet brown hair, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. Grasping the sides of my face with his hands, our mouths moved together as I closed my eyes.

Winding my arms around his neck, he pulled me closer to his body before lifting me up out of the bathtub. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel the water from my body drip through the fabric of his clothing as the material scratched against my skin. Feeling the cool breeze brush over me, I shivered as he walked down the hall and into the main bedroom. Kicking the door open and shut with his foot, it wasn't long until we landed on the comfortable cushioned mattress.

Breaking the kiss, I looked into his eyes as he hovered above me; the dim beam through the curtains being out only source of light "You are such a precious little thing, aren't you?"

"…Only for you" leaning back up, I pushed my lips back against his. Grinding up against him, the fabric of his pants scratched between my legs making my stomach tingle with butterflies. Undoing the buttons of his damp dress shirt, I pushed it down his arms before it was flung off to the side. Feeling his soft skin underneath the palm of my hands, they wander around his stomach before I lightly ran my nails down the side of his back.

Pulling away from me, I watched as he trailed down the length of my body. Pressing his hands on the sides of my hips, I clutched the sheets with a moan as I squeezed my eyes shut. Feeling his warm, wet tongue trail up and down between my legs, I squirmed under his ministrations. Feeling a light sheen of sweat form on my forehead, the room grew hotter with every minute that went past. Looking down at the top of his green hair, I couldn't help the feeling that continued to build inside my stomach like a pleasurable vice. Almost falling over the edge, I felt him kiss the area just below my waist line before leaning up on his knees.

Wrapping his fingers around my ankle, he pulled me closer before flipping me over on the bed. Pulling my hips upward, I leaned forward before grabbing the nearest pillow. Acting as a support, I went to prop myself up on the cushion when a smack sounded. Jolting at the sting, I clutched the pillow with a slight whimper as it tingled over my bottom – it hurt.

Staring at the headboard, I glanced down at the pillow. Not looking back, I felt his hands rub against the backs of my thighs before a blunt object was pushed up inside of me in one hard trust. Gasping at the painful and intrusive sensation, I clambered forward trying to get away but his hands held me still "Not so fast" said the Joker from behind.

"It hurts" pulling out of me, I was flipped over so that I could see him; my head now resting on the pillow.

"Enjoy the pain Princess" he said while brushing the back of his hand along my cheek "it's an opportunity to learn about yourself" feeling the warm weight of his body press down on mine, my chin rested on his shoulder as he thrust back up inside of me. Rocking back and forth in slow rhythmic motions, the initial pain had turned into more of an ache as my arms wrapped around his torso.

Staring up at the roof, small gasps had left my lips every now and then as he either thrust harder or faster. Becoming lost in the moment, the world had begun to swirl around me and there was instant where I asked myself what I was doing. Why I was doing this? What had started it all? It was sick and twisted in a sense – but it felt so terribly good. Even with the slight pain, the confusion and the uncomfortableness of it all, I didn't want it to ever stop. It was an experience both equal parts thrilling and invigorating.