Nightmare1: Well, I needed some way to get the drugs into Harley's food! XD But you are correct. ;;
Marina's Myst: I was actually looking up the second volume on Amazon as I read your review. CREEPY. Oo;;
Raven001: And to think it all started with an episode of Gotham Girls. xD
To everyone else: Thank you! –happy dance- I promise Harley will live, as will Scarecrow, and Hatter too. I'll try to update this regularly, instead of random bursts like I'm used to. I actually got inspired, and have outlined key points in the story! So fear not, I will not let this fic die!
Disclaimer that I forgot to put: I don't own anything except the fic itself. I mean, c'mon- if I owned it, this'd be an episode!))
F-E-A-R
By MorbidCheshire
My drug is supposed to use the subject's greatest love to induce fear. Since Harley is hopelessly devoted to the Joker, and was claiming he was harming her, it must work. Wonderful! It will be a perfect distraction tool once I escape. I cannot wait until I can try it on Batman.
I do regret the mishap, however. Ms. Quinn is a sweet child. Oh well, some sacrifices have to be made in the name of science.
Why is Ivy glaring at me so? She must suspect my involvement with Harley's breakdown…
Oh well, it doesn't matter. Our cells are meant to keep us both out of each other's cells and within our own.
However… Ivy has escaped before…
Perhaps I should give her the drug next. It would certainly be interesting.
Ivy's POV
Crane's noticed me glaring.
Nothing he can do about it, anyway.
Harley's been gone for hours now. I wonder if they've realized it was Scarecrow? Probably not, the staff here is hardly intelligent. What I'm wondering is how he managed to get his fear drugs into Harley. He doesn't have access to needles or darts, or anything else sharp because of his "homicidal tendencies," so he couldn't have jabbed her during therapy or something. It must have been in her food, but how could he possibly alter it from his cell?
Wait.
He was speaking with Bolton.
So Bolton must have helped somehow- but why?
More importantly, how can I get out of this cell to throttle them both?
Harley's POV
It feels… like a family of hedgehogs moved into my brain and set the place on fire.
Damn, my head hurts!
And o' course my headache just gets worse when I open my eyes and am faced with tons of WHITE.
White walls, white ceiling, white floor, white sheets…
Wait, white sheets?
Oh. I'm in a bed in the medical wing. How'd I get here?
…OH MY GOD.
My hand reflexively flies to my throat as I remember what happened. Mistah J tried t' strangle me! Even worse, he said he didn't love me…
"Ah, so you're awake…"
I look up to see a smiling doctor. I'm so not in the mood for one of those cheery, happy, 'We'll make things better' types.
"Is there something the matter with your throat, Ms. Quinzel?"
I give him the 'look.' You know, one eyebrow raised, and eyes that could kill.
"Uh… Mistah J tried t' kill me… remember?"
He looks confused.
"He… did?" He blinks, and then chuckles a bit. I glare at him, naturally. This isn't funny at all! "Oh, so that's what you were hallucinating…"
"Hallucinating? Hey, I might be crazy but I ain't delusional!"
"Ms. Quinzel-"
"Just call me Harley, Doc, it's shorter!"
"…Ms. Quinzel, the Joker was nowhere near your cell. We're going to run some tests to find out why, but we know you were hallucinating. There are eyewitnesses."
"Like who?"
"Pamela Isely, for one."
Well. That proves it. If Mistah J had really been tryin' t' kill me, Red would say so in a heartbeat.
She and Mistah J don't get along.
"So… It was just a dream?"
"Something along those lines, yes."
"YAY!"
He gives me that weird look again.
"You're happy that you've begun to hallucinate?"
"No, silly! Mistah J does love me! I knew it!"
((A/N: There ya go! Now I offer free popcorn for reviews! Go to it, readers!))