January 26th, 1:42 am.
Intensive Treatment, Cell Block F, Patient Holding Cell 0801.
It was time.
I'd waited long enough… I fingered the syringe in my hands, twirling it between them above my face as I laid on my back. My ankles crossed, my hand behind my head and a scrutinizing look on my features. "Soon… Soon enough…" I licked my lips as I watched the needle glinting in the light. A smile broke out onto my face, my scars stretching tightly. "And just maybe… I'll see little Harley on the outside… Little… Harley… Quinn." I laughed loudly, plunging the needle down into the cot beside me. My own little harlequin.
Now…
The only things left to figure out were the how and the when.
I needed to get out of this looney-bin.
Though… When have I ever been the kind of guy who plans things? I remembered vaguely that day in the hospital, talking with Dent about schemers. Do I really look like a guy with a plan? I've stuck true to that. Why start now? Licking my lips, I smacked my lips loudly and blew out a rough puff of air through my nose. No… I wouldn't start now.
I'd let it take everyone by surprise.
Everyone including me!
Heh. This was going to be fun. The only problem was… I oh so wanted Harley to be there, to witness this act through it's completion. I needed my captive audience and the only question was how to get her there. I obviously wouldn't attempt my escape in the middle of the day, but Harley never worked nights. And she wouldn't return here for no reason…
But I… I was definitely a reason. She'd come back for me. Of course she'd come back for me. I sat up, giggling to myself and crouched beside my mattress, burying the syringe back into it's hidey-hole and my fingers grazed the Valentine's candy I so desperately wanted to give to my harlequin.
No… I wasn't a guy with a plan.
But I was a visionary.
I know, I know, very short chapter... I'm sorry! The next one will hopefully make up for it. ;)