Authors note: Hello Hello Hello! Yes, it's been a longggg time since I've written anything, let alone updated this story, but I noticed that I had this chapter written and never published it, so I figured I'd give it a go and see if anyone is still interested. Let me know what you think!

And then there was a loud crash that emulated from the space behind her. Harleen froze for a long moment, trying to gather her breath, to calm her already shocked nerves. And then she slowly turned around in her chair, only to lock eyes with the one person she had hoped it wasn't.

"Hello beautiful."

"J?" Harleen said. It wasn't as if she should be surprised, after all he had already escaped once, what was there preventing him from doing it again? But being in her current state, she was still drowsy and confused and couldn't quite believe her eyes, or her ears for that matter. "What are you doing here?"

The Joker merely laughed. Why it was all just too easy. She truly was the most foolish person he had ever had the pleasure of torturing. A tingle of excitement ran up his spine because here they were at least: alone in Arkham Asylum, all the guards paid off for the night, and in the middle of the night no less. "I could be asking you the same question Harls."

Harleen closed her eyes as she began to realize the magnitude of the situation. Here she was practically alone in Arkham Asylum and even worse not a single person was aware of it. She had just made everything so much easier for him. Whatever he had planned next would be partially her own doing, her own fault. "Okay." She said softly, opening her eyes. "What do you want J?"

The Joker growled. "Now where's the fire Doctor Q?" He was annoyed that she wasn't playing along with his game, but it didn't matter, soon enough she would be playing, whether she liked it or not.

Harleen shrugged, looking him in the eye at last. "If you're going to kill me just do it already." She said. She didn't fear death, not if it was at the hands of him.

"Oh come on Harls, I'm not going to kill you." 'Not yet anyway.' He thought as a malicious smile spread across his crimson lips.

"Then what do you want from me?" She asked, her eyes finally traveling down past his eyes. He was wearing the most gorgeous purple suit, and it was tailored to his frame perfectly: highlighting each rippling muscle that had been concealed under his standard Arkham Asylum orange jumpsuit. The top few buttons of the white shirt he wore were left unbuttoned, revealing milky white flesh that Harleen could not help but be drawn to. 'Focus Harleen'. She screamed at herself, as she waited for the Jokers response.

"Follow me lovely lady, the games are about to begin." And J was jerking her from the chair in one harsh movement, his hand digging into her shoulder painfully, but any touch from him was red hot against her skin so she said nothing, and instead allowed him to drag her to whatever his brilliant mind had planned next.

"Where are we going?" Harleen asked at last, as the Joker continued to drag her down the white halls of Arkham.

"Tsk tisk, impatient aren't we Doctor?"

"I'd just like to know."

"You really don't understand how to keep the game fun do you Doctor?"

"I understand fun Mr. J, but I have a feeling it wouldn't match your definition of it."

The Joker smiled then, glad that the frisky part of Harleen had finally come out to play. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, you'll see my definition of it soon enough. Now be a good girl for me and shut the hell up? Hmmm." He purred at the end, and Harleen decided not to speak anymore simply because she knew her voice would wobble with desire.

"Good, now let's make this a little more exciting shall we?" J asked with a growl, as he pulled a cloth from his pocket. He jerked her head back by her long hair in one violent movement before whispering in her ear hotly. "No peeking Doctor, that'll just ruin the fun." And then he was placing the blindfold across her face, obscuring her view of the world around her. All she had now was his voice, and his hand to cling to as he pushed her down more hallways.

He suddenly stopped and spoke in a growl. "You know Harls you once asked me." His hand trailed across her pale collarbone as he circled her, and despite the fire that erupted on her skin wherever he touched, she refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting. "How it feels to kill. Well, baby I think it's about time you find out." He was behind her again and suddenly she was jerked back, pushed roughly against his chest and he was placing something heavy and cold in her small, shaking hands.

The blindfold was ripped off and she was blinded by the single white fluorescent light flickering above her. She could not lie: the man had a flare for the dramatic.

And that's when she heard it. When she saw it. There before her was Austin Mitchell. Austin Mitchell covered from head to toe in blood. Bruises lined every visible surface of his pale body. His eyes were so swollen, Harleen couldn't even tell if they were open.

"J." She whispered, unable to look away. She tried to will fear into herself or even disgust, but nothing came.

He snarled, bashing his teeth together. "I want you to kill him Harls."

"What?!" She shrieked, at last looking away.

His hand trailed over her quivering lips. "You heard me beautiful."

"Don't you want to have some fun Harls?"

"You're sick."

His hand went up and she waited for the impact but it never came. Instead she felt him softly crease her cheek. "No, what's sick is how long you've been denying your true self Doctor."

She shook her head violently, blonde locks flying in all directions. "I can't, don't make me do it." She whispered, blue eyes clouding with water.

"Oh I'm not going to make you do it." He said in a dangerous voice. He let out a laugh then, approaching the crumbled body on the floor, he gave it a hard kick, and the mass curled in on itself, letting out a sound that turned Harleen's stomach into knots. "The problem is Harls, the longer you wait, the more loverboy here suffers." He laughed a manic laugh again and his foot inched back again, readying for another blow.

"Stop." Harleen cried.

"What's that I didn't quite hear you Doctor." He said, before slamming his foot back into the beaten guard.

Harleen rolled her head around, looking up at the white ceiling in an attempt to prevent the tears from spilling from her eyes. "Stop J, stop!"

"Why should I?" He growled.

"I'll do it." Her voice broke at the end, but her hand reached out. "Just give me the gun and I'll do it." She cried.

The Joker's face cracked into his most breathtaking smile. "No" He said, suddenly changing his mind. "A gun's too easy. You don't get the same feeling. You want to feel it don't you Harley?"

She simply nodded, anything to pacify the madman before her.

"Good. Now give us a show Harls. I'm sure Nurse boy over there's getting bored."

He sat back in a nearby office chair, giving it a quick spin in a circle before reclining further.

"But how am I supposed to?" Harleen began, not able to finish the sentence.

His hand flung out theatrically and pointed her in the direction of one of the metal tables pushed against one of the walls of the room. "Pick your weapon Harley girl."

"Tell him it will be over before he knows it. And tell him it will be okay. You already lied to him once beautiful, it won't be hard for you to do it again." He smirked, enjoying his game. And she knew he was somehow referring to her conversation with Austin about him needing to go somewhere safe.

"Oh wait Harls? Don't you want to give the little old lover boy a proper goodbye?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on Harls, at least give him one good memory before he goes." The Joker laughed, clapping his hands together. "Or are you a tease to everyone Doctor." He asked his long pale fingers tapped on his blood red lips and Harleen realized what he wanted her to do.

Her lips made contact with Austin's cold bruised mouth, she could barely feel the breath escaping them, J truly had almost beaten the life out of him, and now he was barely holding on now. The lips that were pressed against hers didn't move, wren't desperate and wet like all the ones that had graced her before, and even though Harleen knew it was wrong, it excited some deep dark part of her. The fact that he couldn't force it on her, the fact that she was in control for once excited her. And suddenly she was being jerked away from the body as an animalistic growl escaped the Joker. She was tossed back onto the cold Asylum floors and a bang interrupted the otherwise silent room. Before the ringing in her ears had subsided she was being thrown against the nearest wall, with his pale hands pressed hard against her throat. His lips began to move and it took her a long moment to be able to hear his voice over the ringing.

"So you liked that didn't you Doctor?" His eyes were dark and Harleen had never seen that amount of anger on anyone's face before. Well, anyone but her own. "Maybe you're not a tease at all? Hmmm, maybe you're just a slut."

Harleen teased at his harsh words and thrashed her hands at him, but to no avail. After everything he knew, after all the men she had rejected, all the men that repulsed her he dared call her that? She spat at him. "You know nothing about me J. How dare you?" She was reluctant to admit that her voice broke at the end. And she watched in surprise as his eyes softened, returning back to that dazzling green that enchanted her. He didn't say sorry, but his grip softened and one of his hands ran down the side of her neck softly. "I know you Harley." He breathed, and then he jerked her head towards the body laying in the center of the white room. "Look what you made me do beautiful, I had to end the fun early because of you."

Before her, Austin's body lay lifeless, with blood pooling around it. She could not manage to tear her blue eyes away from the mess before her, until the Joker spoke again, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you ever tease me like that again Harley." His grip tightened on her throat again. "You're mine Harley Quinn."

He drew one of his hands away from her throat, and Harleen closed her eyes, preparing for a blow, but instead his hand softly landed on her check, creasing it gently. When she opened her eyes, he was only inches away from her face. She could feel his breath against her lips. "Say it Harley." He whispered in a tone so gentle she never would've believed it came from him.

"Say what?" Her voice wobbled as her head spun, either due to his hand gripping her throat, limiting her oxygen supply, or because he was so close she could practically taste him.

"Say you're mine." His voice purred.

The vulnerability that she detected in his voice surprised her, and that was how she found herself agreeing in a whisper. "I'm yours J."

His lips curled into a smile that she had never seen on him before, and she thought that it might be the closest thing she'd seen to a real smile on his dark lips. At the same time, the hand on her throat tightened more, and Harleen was forced to breath with her mouth. His eyes trailed down to her parted lips and he growled. "Such a fucking tease Doctor." And then his lips were on hers, his tongue easily slipping between her lips. And then he froze and weakened the kiss, pulling back slightly.

Harleen's head spun the moment his lips made contact with hers, and when he pulled away gently, she felt herself let out a whine. She pushed her lips back against his and parted his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Everything was red hot inside her and her lips were on fire. It felt as if his mouth were a flame, and she was suddenly freezing. Her tongue danced around his and her legs wobbled. She had never thought that kissing could make her feel like this. His tongue skillfully traced her bottom lip and to her surprise she moaned gently. His hair tangled in her blonde hair and she wondered how many other girls he had done this with. Jealousy crept into her chest, but was pushed away when he gently bit down on her lip with his grill. He let out a purr and Harleen swore she couldn't breath. And then she realized it, she really couldn't breath. His hand was so tight around her throat that she was seeing stars, or maybe that was from the kissing.

The last thing Harleen remembered was opening and seeing his green eyes flashing between all kinds of emotions, and then everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again. She was on the floor, and the single light flicking over her head made her eyes hurt. She groaned as she rolled her head to the left, and then she saw it, and then everything came rushing back to her. Austin's body lay lifeless on the floor beside her. The blood had long ago stopped flowing, and Harleen wondered how long she had been laying there. Slowly Harleen raised herself off the floor, her head pounding as blood and oxygen finally returned to it.

Reluctantly, Harleen approached the body next to her. Despite the fact that she knew she should feel disgusted by the sight before her, she only felt curious about it. She studied the bruised face and the place where the bullet had entered his chest. She felt an inkling of guilt and sadness when her eyes landed on his name tag. Her eyes trailed along his arm before landing on his hands. Curled in his finger was a white piece of paper. Gently, Harleen removed it from his hand.

Written in elegant cursive was a threat.

"Be a good girl and hide the body Harls. Or else there will be more. Ha haha ~ J."

Harleen dropped the paper, shaking. She did not doubt the Joker and his threat. If she didn't do it, he would likely not stop, but if she hid the body, she was helping him cover up a murder. Her hands raised to her lips, they were puffy and swollen, and she felt warmth pool all around her body when she thought about why. How could he possibly expect her to cover up a murder for him. She glanced at the note again, and the words rang in her head or else there will be more. She stiffened as she realized her choices in the matter were very limited.

Still feeling dazed from lack of oxygen, Harleen sat in the chair that the Joker had left behind. Her head spun as she tried to think of what to do. 'What about the lake?' She thought. 'No that won't work, too obvious... Hide him in a cell? No Harleen stupid. Hmm..'. Harleen's eyes trailed to the ceiling, locking on the single flickering light. And then it came to her. Despite Arkham Asylum being newly modified, the place was still at least a century old. Long before Harleen had come to work at Arkham, the place used to have a cremation room, for any of the bodies of people who died and went unclaimed. In fact, she had even been shown the room during one of her first tours of the building. 'That's it!'

Harleen quickly went to work pushing Austin's body onto the rolling chair, it was far too heavy for her to lift. It felt as if she went into a daze the entire time she got rid of the body. The only time she felt guilt was when she was firing up the cremation machine, watching Austin's body disappear into the flames.

After it all, Harleen made her way to a bathroom. When she looked in the mirror she was shocked by what she saw. Her eyes were bloodshot and purple circles had formed underneath, a result of her oxygen supply having been cut off. Her throat was bruised from where his fingers had gripped her neck. Her lips still swollen from his assault to them, and her hands, arms, and shirt were covered in dried blood. She looked insane, but Harleen was mesmerized by the look in her eyes, they reminded her so much of his that she thought she was dreaming. Even worse, she felt her lips curl into a smile that resembled his, and she felt giggles escape her lips as she continued to look in the mirror.