Warning: *Explicit* Sexual Innuendo - *Explicit* Language

Strife
Angry or bitter disagreement over fundamental issues

Hadlynn awoke, still in the chair she was in before. She needed to get out. She looked around and saw nothing but darkness, the door cracked open slightly, and in walked Jason Todd. No ridiculous Robin get-up, just sexy Jason in sweat pants and a black v-neck t-shirt. He had a knife in his hands as he stepped to her, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He avoided her eyes as he began cutting the ropes from her.

He finished, throwing the knives and ropes down, turning to go. She hesitated to stand, wondering if it were okay. He turned when he got to the door and sighed.

"C'mon, we need to talk." He walked out, and she quickly followed his lead, her eyes squeezing closed again at the sight of the bright lights that awaited her. "Here," he handed her a bottle of water, a can of V-8 vegetable juice and a can of V-8 fruit juice.

"The hell is this for?" She raised a brow and he ran a hand through his hair.

"You've been tied up for almost six days, you lost energy. . . " her mouth gaped. She thought it'd only been one day, apparently not. Then it hit her, how hungry she was. She snapped open the can of vegetable juice and began to drink it, wincing at the taste. It tasted like tomato soup, but cold and more salty. She put it down and wiped her mouth, trying to keep from puking. "Drink all of it, you need the energy - c'mon." He nodded to the can and she raised a brow.

"You drink this nasty shit." She rolled her eyes, handing the can to him. He just stood, staring at me, lacking emotion. Without another word, he drank what she didn't out of the can without flinching, throwing the can down when he was done. He wiped his mouth and let out a satisfied "ah".

"Pussy." He scoffed, shoving by her, his large shoulder almost causing her to fall back but she steadied herself.

"So, why'd you let me go?" She finally spoke as he messed with different weapons at a counter.

"Since you won't tell us what we need to know," he turns to her. "I've decided to take a different approach." He flashed a beautiful smile, and she felt her knees weakening at him. "You know how to fight?"

"Not unless you mean street fight with switch blades, knuckles and hair pulling then no, not really." She spoke honestly and he scoffed.

"Well, over the next few months, you're going to learn." He smiles again, stepping to her. He hands her a pile of cloths that consists of a sports bra, tank top and spandex shorts. "There's a shower upstairs, you know where. . . when you get done, come back down here." He ordered and she smiled a little, her eyes sparking with curiosity.

"And why's that?" She furrowed her brows a little bit. Jason leaned forward, his lips almost touching hers.

"So I can break every bone of your body, then break you." He whispered to her. Her grin fell and he rolled his jaw, turning from her.

Harleen squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face. She was screwed. Her period was late as fuck, she was constantly sick, she. Was. Fucked. Joker was going to ring her neck when he found out. Her sister would kill her, too. She didn't dare take a pregnancy test, though. She couldn't handle the truth right now. She'd avoid drinking and smoking and the foods she heard you aren't supposed to eat while pregnant. She wiped her mouth, and flushed the toilet. She thought more into it; what her child's life would be like. She wouldn't stay with Joker. She couldn't. She couldn't raise a child in a life like this. Her child wouldn't grow up with her father constantly in and out of mental facilities. But, at the same time, she wouldn't be able to have the heart to deny the kids father to be in her life. Every child needed a father. It wouldn't be fair to their baby, and it wouldn't be fair to Joker.

She calmed down and looked at the time.

She was already late for work, if she saw Joker again, she'd burst into tears.

Without thinking, she picked up the phone and called Arkham.

"Doctor Arkham's Office?" Arkham's head RN answered the phone and she felt her breathe shaking.

"Yes, this is Doctor Quinzel, would you let Doctor Arkham know that I will be late for work today?" she wiped more stray tears.

"Yes, of course." She replied and she sighed.

She hung up, walking to my bathroom to look in the mirror. She tried to fix her hair as best as she could, but gave up. All she needed was him. She just needed a hug, and a good laugh.

She felt dizzy, and after a while of laying down and thinking heavily - she got up to shower, and head to work.

"Jesus Christ." Hadlynn groaned the second after Jason slammed her body to the mat, the air being knocked from her lungs as her spine popped. Barbara winced, watching from the doorway, Dick narrowed his eyes watching the two as well.

"Up, Duchess. C'mon. . . " Jason stepped around her, crouching. ". . . or is it too much work?" he raised a brow. She let out a deep breath and cut her eyes at him. She took a deep breath, getting her plan together, then attacking. She knocked Jason down with her foot harshly, then moved to get up, only to have him grab her ankle and yank her down again, this time grabbing her throat. "You'd be dead by now," he choked her, hissing. She didn't struggle, just got all the spit she could rummage and spit it in his face. He closed his eyes, having to control himself from killing her. He let her go, wiping her spit off with his hand. She got up and wiped her forehead from sweat, walking in a circle, he did the same, looking at her, expecting her to lunge at any moment. She was tough, he'd give her that. And stubborn.

Babs and Dick watched in silence as the two stared each other down.

"We gonna keep walking in circles or are you actually going to throw a punch, Duchess?" Jason mocked and Hadlynn rolled her jaw.

"I have to make the first move? Stop being a pussy, Todd. You want to fight so badly, just throw the first punch." she snapped back and he chuckled, darker than what he had intended. With that, he hit her. Hard. In. The. Face. Her cheek ached from the punch, her jaw clicked a little bit. . . that was some shit Joker would do to Harley for being a bitch about something. She didn't expect Robin to hit a woman, then again, she told him to so. . . but still. She touched her now bleeding lip and locked eyes with Jason, who had a cocky smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think someone who had such a big bark, couldn't take a little punch in the -" Hadlynn punched him right back, ignoring the ache of her knuckles. He seemed shocked at her action, his lip bleeding as well. He touched it and scoffed. "Did you even think before you did that?" he growled. She was again, thrown to the floor, this time, his form was on top of hers, his hand around her throat tightly, but not enough to cut off air, and one of his knees rested between her legs. Unintentionally, she assumed, but that didn't stop the shivers going up her spine. Both their breathing was heavy and ragged, her body ached, his probably felt fine despite his busted lip and bruised cheek.

Dick and Barbara looked to each other, not knowing where Jason was going with this. Barbara knew Hadlynn, she'd try to use her body to get out of whatever hell hole she dug with Jason, and she knew he wouldn't fall for it - but that didn't mean he wouldn't take advantage of it.

"You never act before you think." Jason hissed down to Hadlynn, and she felt the heat from his grasp on her throat spread out through her body, straight to her core.

"Get off me." she gritted her teeth back, he let a smirk pull his lips up.

"Not until you admit, you fucked up." he taunted her and she felt her body shake with anger.

"How do you think this is going to end?" Dick whispered to Barbara, already having a pretty good idea himself.

"How'd it end when you were teaching me to fight?" she whispered back and he chuckled quietly.

"You tried to kill me." Dick replied and she nodded.

"The complete opposite of that, then." she smiled and he nodded, licking his lips.

"Jason, get off me." she pushed his chest and he only laughed.

"Not until you admit you were wrong for acting before you thought about it." he raised his brows and she bit her tongue.

You could cut the tension with a knife. They were both pissed at each other, a little hurt, but now a new tension settled itself between them. They were sweaty, tired, she was gasping for breath, little tiny moans and groans leaving her throat with every effort of getting him off her. . . his eyes tried to avoid her cleavage that was pushed up a little since she was laying down, and the heat he felt radiating between her thighs, on his leg.

"Jason, get off - mmm." she closed her mouth tightly, feeling Jason's leg shift, his knee cap brushing against her clit through the shorts. He didn't do it on purpose, but he noticed what happened and smirked even wider, happy with how the situation was going. " - off me." she finished and he furrowed his brows.

"Not sure you want me to, actually." he teased her, laughing a little. Her hand travelled up his arm slowly, her nails scratching down his back. Her back arched, and she slowly rubbed herself against his leg again, her eyes closing, her head leaning back as shallow moans came from her throat.

Barbara and Dick were speechless, but Babs was right, Hadlynn was going to win that fight, she knew she was.

Jason's eyes darkened as Hadlynn opened her eyes to look at him. God, her eyes. Gorgeous.

"Please, Jason. Let me go." she pleaded, her hands travelled under his shirt, her soft hands and nails gently mending at his abs and chest. Her movements on his leg never faltered and he felt himself having to use more self control than he had ever used before.

"Damn it, Hady, you're testing my control, and I don't want to do anything we'll both regret." he whispered darkly.

"Then let go of me." she moaned a little, his leg rubbing against her perfectly. He gave up, hitting his fist angrily on the mat by her head and standing up and shoving through Dick and Barbara, desperate for a cold shower.

"Is that how you convinced Jonny to save you after you were shot?" Barbara raised a brow to her friend. "Slut your way out of every dangerous situation?" She rolled her jaw and Hadlynn scoffed.

"You get out of trouble your way, I'll get out of trouble mine. Mind your own business - and we won't have any problems." Hadlynn snapped, coldly. She shoved past Barbara and Dick sighed heavily.

"She's going to need a lot of work." He mumbled.

"Yes. She. Is."

"Alright, Harls." Harleen spoke to herself, pacing back and forth in her office. On her way to work, she picked up multiple pregnancy tests, thanking god for a bathroom on each floor of the Assylum. Four different tests lay on her desk, resting on their wrappers. She was terrified. It was only Seven-fifty in the morning, so she had to get all the crying out that she could. She took a deep breath and turned, looking at each one. Her body shook, her bones fell weak and she sank to her knees, her head pounding. Two lines were on every damned test, meaning she was definitely pregnant.

What the hell was she going to do? What the hell was he going to do? She knew he didn't have time, or even the heart to be a good father - he didn't even want to, really. She knew he didn't. Suddenly, the fantasy of them being happy and having a fairy tale ending, was shattered. It would be hell. It would be rough. It would be exactly how she thought it would be. A nightmare. Her blood singed her veins, her body ached, what the fuck was she to do now? If she told him, he'd kill her. If she ran, he'd catch her. The man was sin, after all - there's no compassion in sin. She'd be dead. Her baby would be dead. He'd kill her sister for it, too. Her whole family would suffer. Her pet's would probably suffer from his wrath. Okay, she wouldn't take it that far - point is, Joker would be pissed off.

A knock on the door sounded, and Harleen jumped, gathering the tests and throwing them away quickly.

"Good morning," the orderly said politely, ushering Joker to go in. She smiled, replying 'good morning' back, and shut the door. She didn't turn from the door once it was shut, more tears streamed down her face. She couldn't do this.

"Harley. . . " Joker's voice spoke to her, worry laced his words and she felt her body shake. She turned to him, wiping her eyes, making her way to her desk. "You alright?" he asked in the same tone.

"I'm fine, Mister Joker." she replied nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes at her. Being in the business that he was in for almost twenty years, he could tell when someone was lying to him. Harleen's weak attempts were perfectly clear. He laughed lowly, she didn't even try to sound convincing.

"Harley," he started towards her, only to have her take a step back, holding a hand up.

"I'm not in the mood today, I have a headache." she spoke, hoarsely.

"I can go a long time without sex, Harley, we both know that I'm not asking for sex right now. I am asking, that you tell me what's wrong. I don't like seeing the people I can actually tolerate, not happy. What's wrong?" He stepped to her again, this time, she didn't move. Her blue eyes stared into his, more tears filling her baby blues.

"I'm sorry." is all she said.

"Harley, what?" he now stood only inches from her, looking down at her. She took a deep breath, only to have more tears pour down her cheeks and onto her neck. She didn't respond, she just wrapped her arms around he neck. Now he was worried. "Kiddo, don't make me make you tell me. . . what the hell has gotten you so upset?" he asked lowly, his patience growing thin.

"I'm just stressed." she sighed, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck. She was lying, again.

"What else?" she shook her head a little.

"Nothing, I'm just. . . I'm stuck between screwed and fucked." she choked out.

"What happened, why do you say that?"

"If I tell you, you'll kill me." she whispered, his ears barely picking up the ghosting words. He pulled away from her, his hands resting on her neck, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on her jaw.

"With what weapons exactly?" he looks around the room, but she's not stupid. She scoffs, a light smile pulling at her lips.

"We both know you've never had a problem killing someone with your bare hands." she wiped her eyes and he smiled a silver smile.

"Just tell me," he wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks and she sighed heavily.

"I -"

"Doctor Quinzel, I need you to -"

Joker and Harleen snapped away from each other, Joker's hands finding restraint once again in the handcuffs that were resting on Harleen's desk. . . it was too later though. Dr. Leland's gaze between the two was chilling, her mouth open slightly, no words could be formed. Harleen placed her hands over her face, tears now openly flowing.

"Y-you," she whispered, her eyes going between the two.

"Doctor Leland," before Harleen could continue, the woman was rushing to her, her hands cupped the blonde's face.

"Did he hurt you? Are you okay?" she asked frantically. Of course. From where Leland stood when Joker had his hands on Harleen's neck, not even applying any pressure, it still looked like he could've been choking her. Harleen's eyes drifted to Joker, quietly asking him what the hell she should do. He nodded to the doctor, and mouthed:

"Act hurt." she did just that. Immediately turning to sobs and low shrieks.

"He- he tried to hurt me!" she exclaimed and Joker quietly thanked her for not going too far by saying 'he tried to kill me.' Disorderly conduct was one thing, attempted murder was another. Hurt a doctor in a mental facility, you get slapped on the hand, try to murder a doctor in a mental facility, you're usually shipped off to higher watched prison/asylum.

"What happened?" Leland asked, ushering guards to get Joker.

"He just got out of his handcuffs and tried to hurt me, then you came in." Harleen lied, crying some more.

"Shh, it's alright." Dr. Leland hugged Harleen tightly, Joker winking to her with a proud smile as he was now in the hall, having a straightjacket placed on him. Harleen smiled back to him, sticking her tongue out like a little kid, over Leland's shoulder. Joker just chuckled at her as Leland continued to comfort the blonde.

"This funny to you, clown?" one of the men barked and Joker shrugged as best as he could, glancing one last time to his Doctor. She was great at wrapping people around her finger, him included.

"Hadlynn Quinzel." Hadlynn answered her phone, pouring a drink from Bruce Wayne's liquor stash.

"Miss Quinzel, this is Doctor Arkham's RN. He would like to speak to you, if that's alright? It's concerning your sister, Doctor Quinzel." the woman spoke and she took a long swig from the whiskey.

"Yes, that's fine." she replied sweetly.

"Hadlynn?" Arkham's voice was tired and she knew he wasn't in the mood for Bull shit.

"Yes?" she asked patiently, he sighed heavily and cleared his throat.

"There has been another incident with your sister and The Joker." his words made Hadlynn's body lock up.

Oh, God.

She thought to herself.

They've been caught fucking.

"Joker, attempted to hurt your sister. Doctor Leland walked in just in time before he did any real damage, though." he explained and Hadlynn felt relief.

"Is she alright?" Hadlynn didn't have to ask, she knew Harleen was fine, if anything the whole ordeal was an act to distract people.

"Yes, she's just a little shaken, that's not why I have called you, though." he continues. "You haven't been attending GU. . . the Dean contacted me last night, every time she has called you, you won't answer. She said she sent a letter home to inform you that your scholarship will soon be void if you don't attend your classes regularly, also, this internship will be void as well." he finishes and Hadlynn squeezed her eyes closed.

"I am so sorry, Doctor Arkham, I've just had a lot on my plate. I promise, I will be at work tomorrow right after class is done." she assures him, kicking herself for forgetting her education in the midst of all the bullshit in her life.

"Very well, I'll contact the Dean and let her know you intend to start going to class."

"Thank you," she speaks quietly as Alfred makes his way into the kitchen along with Jason.

"You're very welcome, Miss Quinzel. Have a nice day."

"You too, bye." she hung up and glared at the two men.

"Who was that?" Jason asked, getting a glass of water.

"None of your business." she snapped back, downing the rest of her drink, making her way to the door. "Oh, I'm going to school tomorrow, and then Arkham afterwards." her words cause both Alfred and Jason to look at her.

"School?" Jason steps to her.

"GU? I'm learning to be an RN, remember?" she hissed.

"Why are you going to Arkham? Stir up more trouble with your best friend, Joker?" he cocked his head and she nodded.

"I'll tell him his favorite boy wonder said 'hello'." her voice is laced in sarcasm as she pats his shoulder and turns. "I'm at an internship there, smartass. If you would've actually been paying attention the other night we were all at Arkham instead of having your head up your ass thinking about fucking me, you would've known that I'm an intern at Arkham. That's why I need to go this afternoon, not that I owe you an explanation." She raises her brows and smiles bitterly, walking out of the kitchen.

Just as she was, her phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hady?" the woman's voice was all too familiar and she felt her heart sink.

"Mom? What's wrong? Why're you calling me?" She hadn't spoken to her mother since she kicked her out for drugs.

"I was just checking up on you, me and your father are worried, really. Um, we saw you in the paper with Jason Todd-Wayne, we just wanted to see how things were going." she continued and Hadlynn sighed.

"I'm great now since you two abandoned me. Met plenty of great people - made plenty of new friends that are good for me. I've been to rehab, I've been going to church. . . I really hope you can pick up on the damn sarcasm, Mother." she spits, anger building up in her.

"Hady, don't be like that. We just couldn't live with it anymore."

"That's fine. I'm glad you to threw me out to the wolves, I'm better now, really. Amazing what can happen when you're no longer being smothered by your parents."

"Hadlynn - "

"Don't call me again, Mom. I think being disowned should be mutual. Don't contact me again, you're not my mother anymore."

"Sweetie, don't do th -" she hung up, immediately blocking the number.

"That makes three people I know longer have to fuck with." She sighed, happy now that her parents and Nathan are no longer on her dick. If her mother kept up her attempts to talk to her, she might just have to handle it the Joker way - and murder the bitch.

Joker hummed to himself in content, staring at the wall of his cell. His little Harley had played the role of distress too well. . . but, he was glad that every one bought the bullshit she was selling. He was glad Leland thought he was hurting her. He had over heard his 'punishment; being planned out. Instead of being in her office, Quinzel would have to have sessions with him in a room, similar to one for interrogations, with camera's to make sure he didn't 'hurt' her. It irked him, it did, but, he was just happy he'd get to see her.

Just one problem.

He was growing tired, and impatient. Doctor Harleen had cock blocked him plenty within the last six days - at one point yelling at him to stop touching her. That sane, bitchy part of Harley was clinging for dear life. Refusing to go anywhere. He'd have to force the little pain in the ass out. . .

A wonderful idea wavered in his mind as the door to his cell opened, revealing Doctor Arkham with a couple of pills and a glass of water. He wouldn't struggle with the doctor, only because he needed to know something.

"I have a question, Doc." he spoke after dry swallowing his first pill.

"And that is?" Arkham was a little shocked that the man spoke, he was usually quiet when he was pissed.

"Electroconvulsive Therapy is used to make crazy people sane, put them intact with their sanity, correct?" he asked and Arkham tensed a little bit.

"Well, ECT seems to cause changes in brain chemistry that can quickly reverse symptoms of certain mental illness by triggering seizures, so, yes - I suppose. Why do you ask?"

"What if it's used on a healthy brain?" He asked, Arkham narrowed his eyes in thought.

"It might cause brain damage, alter one's memory, or it might actually improve their memory. We usually only use Electro Therapy on severely depressed patients, Mister Joker. But, as far as really hurting someone through it, it just depends on how much voltage in involved. Weak streams of it can't hurt anyone, strong streams of it can cause damage. . . why are you asking this, again?" he raised a brow and Joker smiled.

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P.S. - this story will be ending soon, I only have a handful of chapters left - don't worry, there will be a second one.

Now, why on Earth would Joker be curious about Electroconvulsive Therapy? ;)

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