Tessa groaned, she felt like she was hungover and her mouth tasted very funny. Had she been drugged? She tried to open her eyes, but it seemed way too hard to do. Her eyelids seemed to way a ton. She reached for her face, but her hand stopped. She was tied to something. Panic tried to push through her. She forced her eyes to open, her vision still very blurry. She blinked repeatedly. When they finally came into focus, she felt sick. She was looking at metal walls, and the back of the last person she ever wanted to see again.
She tried to move again, but her wrists and ankles were strapped down. Nausea moved through her causing a small moan to escape her.
"Hello, Tessa, how are you feeling?"
"I'm going to be sick."
Harley moved to Tessa's side, holding a bucket. Tessa threw up. Harley stepped back when she had finished and even brought her a bottled water to rinse her mouth.
"It's been a while, huh?"
Tessa was terrified. "Yea, why am I here?"
"Oh, Tessa, we aren't going to play stupid, are we?"
She blinked at the very dangerous blonde. "No."
"Good, that will make everything go a bit easier."
"For who?" The first small pain shot through her belly. Tessa, started to panic. "I need to go to the hospital, its too soon."
"It will be fine, trust me, I'm a doctor." Harley looked over at the small machine. "It's starting, this is so exciting." she clapped her hands.
Tessa had to think, she had to figure a way to get out of here. Giving a small tug to the restraints was useless. She would have to get Harley to let her out. She was very aware that this was all about Joker. Tessa had put it all together a while ago.
"You know, he will hate you for this."
Harley's eyes narrowed at her. "Who Tessa, who will hate me for this?"
Tessa was confused by the question. This was about Joker, right? or Bruce? "Both of them."
Harley looked surprised. That must not have been the answer she was expecting. "Oh, someone thinks very highly of themselves." She watched as Harley walked around to the IV bags. She pressed a few buttons and increased the amount of drips moving through the tubing. "If you can talk, then you need more medicine. Once we get this brat out of you, then you and I can play."
Tessa had mixed feelings about all of this. On one hand, Harley wasn't trying to kill her baby. That was good. On the other, Harley was going to torture her and probably kill, that was bad. She hopefully had a few hours to try to figure out how to get the hell out of this. Another contraction tore through her, the pain making her mind go white. It ended quickly, and she was starting to panic.
"You don't have to do this." She knew it was probably not going to help, but she was desperate to get out of here and to a hospital. She would beg if it meant she could get out of here.
Harley, who had moved to sit in a chair and read, looked over at her. "I know." She smiled "The thing is, I want to do this. You should just be happy that I decided not to kill your brat. Gotta draw the line somewhere right?"
Tessa knew she wouldn't be able to reason with her, but she'd have been mad at herself if she hadn't tried. She continued to try to tug her hands free, but all she seemed to be doing was making the skin raw. Another contraction. The pain tried to force her legs to pull up close to her, the restraints not letting it happen. Nothing about this seemed right, the pain was like nothing she had felt before. Defensive Tessa didn't seem to work, maybe she should try a different route.
"Do you even know what you are doing? You're not a real doctor."
She saw Harley's shoulders tighten. The doc dog eared the page she was on and put down the paperback book she was reading and stood. Tessa watched as she walked over to the IV drip and upped the speed of the medicine again. The tight smile that Harley wore was terrifying. Tessa watched her turn and go back to reading her book. Tessa frowned, she was going to have to try a bit harder.
"You know whose baby this is right? How do you think he will feel when I'm gone and the baby is nowhere to be found?" Harley turned the page of her book, not looking up from the pages.
Tessa tried again. "Even when he thought I was dead he still didn't want you. He was still thinking only of me." She could see Harley's cheeks getting red. She had just guessed that, but it seemed she might be right, or at least Harley thought it was. "He will know it was you who killed me and got rid of his child. He will hate you. You'll be lucky if all he does is kill you."
Harley slammed down the book. She moved to the box on the far table. Tessa watched her, wondering if she had just made it worse. Harley turned back to her carrying a syringe and a small vial.
"Since you can't keep your mouth shut, maybe you should just take a nap." She filled the syringe and injected it into the port on Tessa's IV.
She felt like her arm was on fire, the burn curling up and down her arm, then her vision blurred slightly. She felt drunk. She fought to stay awake, the fuzziness in her vision letting her know that it was not working. Her head felt so heavy, falling back to the bed. The last thing she saw before she blacked out completely was the frowning face of Harley.