Chapter III: Well that was fast.

He woke up around an hour later. He looked down and saw Harley Still asleep in his lap, she was smiling. He smirked and gently lifted her off his lap onto the bed, careful to not wake her. He pulled the blanket tossed at the edge of the bed over her and adjusted her hair. He finished his work by Kissing her on the forehead. He walked quietly the cell door and closed, it Locking it. He picked up his gun and placed the magazine back into it and holstered the weapon.

Walking to the door, he gave a quick glimpse back to the cell. She was still asleep, still smiling, and beautiful as ever. "What a gal." He whispered to himself closing the door and walking back to his quarters.

After he closed the door, she'd woken up from the noise. "Mm, how long was I out?" She asked. She opened her eyes and was surprised at his absence. "F?" She said, sitting up and looking around frantically. She stood up now, "F, c'mon this ain't funny!" She shouted into the empty room. She ran over to the cell door and pushed on it, feeling it was locked. She rested her head on the bars, and began to tear up. "I hate him." She sobbed to herself. Her crying intensified and she sank to the ground, pounding her fist into the bars.

Ferko walked around, he was tired, he guessed it was all the emotion that he'd just gone through. "I need coffee." He said to himself as he rubbed his eyes.

As he walked to the mess hall, no one could see it of course under his face scarf, he was smiling like a clown. He kept thinking to himself about the hilarity of it all. First day ok the job, he saw, fell in love with, and was now attached to a woman with a reputation that made other guys skin crawl. She was beautiful though. She had a sweet laugh with just a touch of crazy...

He opened the door to the mess hall, and of course, Sergeant smartass and his gang were the only ones there.

Ferko walked silently over to the worn coffee dispenser and didn't even look in their direction. But of course, one of them just had to speak. "How was your first shift rookie?" One of the guards called. "Fine." Ferko responded in a quiet tone. He began to fill his cup. "She talk to you at all?" The Sergeant asked. "A bit." Ferko replied again in a quiet voice. "About what?" Another guard asked. "The hell do I know? I wasn't even paying attention."

Ferko was smiling under that scarf, no one knew. He put a lid on the foam cup and walked towards the exit. "You watch out rookie. If you let her get in your head you'll end up on the other side of those bars." The sergeant said to him. Ferko stopped, the door halfway open. "Maybe I won't." He mumbled.

He walked back to his quarters and locked the door. He took off his helmet and tossed it onto his bed in the corner of the 20 by 20 room. It was shabby, metal walls, few pieces of furniture that included a bed, a small table and a bench. There was also a small attached bathroom with only a shower and toilet. He had a small fountain outside his door for water. He checked his schedule for his next duty of the day. By sheer coincidence he was ordered to "sanitize prisoner #6669." He went to his small computer, purposed only for his work to see who that prisoner was. He was shocked to find out it was none other than a certain Harley Quinn.

He pulled his cover down and practically drank the whole coffee in one go. "Sanitisation. That means..." his mind started to drift. "Talk about a fast relationship." He laughed.

He kicked his feet up on the desk and stared at the wall clock. 7:14 P.M., his break was over at 7:30. He pulled his knife out and started to look over the blade, bored. "She is pretty crazy." He thought. "What if she is trying to get inside my head..."