Chapter10: Fun & Games

It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind
(Taylor Swift – Wonderland)

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People, it's Tuesday and I managed to upload! Yay :) Although I didn't go to University...buuuuut that's just how much fun writing the fanfic is :) Seriously I cannot WAIT to hear what you have to say, because this chapter was so challenging for me. I had an entirely different plan at first, but well here it goes :D

"Quinn!" I cried out, hurrying to her side immediately.

"I'm ok!" She gasped. "She missed me. Come on, quick!"

The blonde doctor grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, towards her car, as shots continued to echo around us.

I was fully awake and alert now. We needed to get out of here. Adrenalin pumped through my veins and I began to feel a sense of excitement as we hurried towards the vehicle.

"Stop!" Nurse Jessica cried out, but we didn't listen to her. Maybe we should have. Another shot echoed through the garage and a sudden burning pain shot through my leg and I fell down screaming.

"Harleen!" Quinn fell to her knees beside me and unwrapped her scarf to help stop the bleeding in my calf. "What the hell do you want from us?!" She yelled at the nurse, who was coming towards us.

"You two are coming with me." She snapped coldly and pressed the gun against Quinns head. "And you will do everything I say, is that clear?"

"O...Ok." Quinn trembled beside me.

"Good." Jessica said. "Now take Dr. Quinzel to my car or you're both dead."

"I'm sorry." Quinn whispered, as she heaved me up onto my feet and led me to the black van, waiting for us.

Quinn helped me inside in a gentle way, making sure not to bump my hurt leg against anything. She herself was pushed into the van forcefully and Jessica yelled:

"Give me your phones right now!" The gun in her hand shook, as she pointed it at us.

"Ok!" I could hear the hysteria in my friends voice and wondered momentarily if I would be hysterical too, if I hadn't turned into this big bubble of pain. I was going to die. I wanted to die. Why did this hurt so much? Why couldn't I move?

"You're going to be ok, Harleen." Quinn whispered and somewhere in the distance I registered that we were moving. "I promise, you'll be alright."

"Yeah." Maybe I was in shock. Was this what a shock felt like? Why hadn't anybody prepared me for this situation? I knew how to treat a gunshot wound, but not my own.

"Let me see." Quinn whispered and took of her gown, and put it under my head, as a pillow. Then she lifted up my leg and began to push away the fabric of my jeans. When she took out her lamp to see the wound clearer I remembered how just half an hour ago we had been sitting on my hospital bed and things had been fine.

"It's through and through." She sounded relieved and I felt her tighten the scarf around my leg "So." She sighed, leaning back. "Any chance your boyfriend can get us out of here?"

I closed my eyes. My boyfriend. How I wished he was here right now.

"You'll be ok." Quinn repeated. "We'll be ok."

We both knew she was lying.

POV

The Joker was not amused. Things had been fun for a moment, but this little bitch had hell to pay. Enough was enough.

"Who is that?!"

"Jessica Galpin. She's a nurse here."

"And where the hell did she take Harley?!" He snapped, pointing toward the security tape in front of them. The guard, Stan, was long dead. The old fool had barely looked up from his crossword puzzle and had already had a bullet in his head. Harley had last been seen with Quinn, going towards the garage and that had been an hour ago. And here was the video of her getting shot and Quinn carrying her into the nurses van. Stupid idiot!

"I don't know." Yvette muttered. "I swear I have no idea. Susanne Turner is the woman in charge but she gave us no new orders. Jessica...she's really screwed up and she...I think she's in love with Susanne, so she might hurt Dr. Quinzel to impress her."

Mr. J lost it.

"I don't care why she took her you stupid piece of shit! I want to know where!"

Yvette jumped at his loud voice. "She...she doesn't have a lot of money, so I maybe at her house?"

The Joker pulled out his phone. As always Johnny picked up after the first ring.

"Johnny, kill Harald and get me the little girl." Yvette began to cry and Mr. J pointed his gun at her to shut her up. "Kill whoever comes in your way, I don't care, but I want the girl at the house."

Before Johnny could reply the Clown of Crime hung up and stepped towards the upset woman.

"Your husband is already dead and guess what is going to happen to dear little Catherine, if you don't bring me to Harleen right now?"

Tears streamed down Yvettes face as she hiccuped. "You're going to kill her?"

"No!" Mr. J cried out in frustration. "I am not going to kill her! I am going to ruin her, until she wants to die!"

"Please, I'll take you to her, please don't hurt Catherine! Please!"

"Stop whining and get in the car!" He snapped and waved her gun at her. "Besides, I won't hurt her. I'll get the most disgusting sexual predator I can find and give her to him..." He paused and then added with a smile: "For free."

Yvette sobbed, as she climbed into the passenger seat of Mr. J's car. She'd felt so strong in Susannes group, so powerful and so full of life. Now all she wanted to do was die.

Harleys POV

When I awoke I was surprised to feel no pain at all. Infact, I felt fine. I felt well rested. He had saved me. My personal knight in shining armor had come to take me away from that horrible woman.

"Puddin'..."

"Sorry, Harleen, it's just me." Quinns voice was strained and when I opened my eyes the tiredness came back to me instantly.

"Why is it so bright here?" I muttered, closing my eyes again. "Where are we?"

"In some sort of cellar. I think we're in her house."

I sighed deeply and tried to sit up and that's when I noticed I couldn't move. I was strapped to a table.

"Quinn?!"

"There's a glass window." She said in a low tone. "I can't free you."

"What the hell is going on?!" I groaned. "What does she want?!"

"I don't know." Quinns voice shook. "She wanted me to nurse your wound and she's been standing outside that glass window ever since."

I felt panic rise up in me in form of a sob, which I tried to hold back by holding my breath. There was no way I was going to cry in front of this bitch. That's what she wanted. No, I would just wait it out. Mr. J would find me. He'd said he'd be taking care of these woman. He must have found out who was in this crazy group by now and any minute now he'd come bursting through this door.

I breathed out calmly. I was going to get through this. My Puddin' was on the way.

"Harleen, I'm scared." Quinns face appeared above me and I could see she had been crying.

"We'll be ok." I whispered, but she shook her head.

"We've seen her face, we know her name, we know where she lives...there's no way we're getting out of this alive."

"Mr. J will get us out."

Quinn never replied to that statement, she only smiled sadly and I knew exactly what it meant: Mr. J was going to save me. But not her.

"We're getting out of here Quinn."

"Well, well Dr. Quinzel, you're finally awake again." The nurses voice was so cold it made me shiver all over.

"What do you want from me?!" I snapped.

"What do I want...?" She giggled and the horrid sound made me cringe. "Darling I want to hurt ya, really, really bad."

"No!" Quinn cried out and there was a gunshot and I began to cry.

"Quinn!"

"I'm ok!" She sobbed, but I knew she wasn't. She had been shot, but I couldn't tell where. I knew the bullet was tearing through her, just like it had torn through me and that there was nothing she'd be able to do against the pain and there was nothing I could do either.

"Shut up!" The nurse sighed dramatically and stood behind me. I looked up at her and shook my head in terror, as I saw what she had prepared for me. Electro-shock-therapy.

"Please!" I sobbed. "Please don't do this!"

I remembered the moment I'd first spoken to Mr. J. How I had known fearlessness was the way to go. How I had pretended to be strong. What had happened to that? Why couldn't I conjure it? I wished so hard to be able to just look her in the eye and coldly say: I can take it. But I couldn't take it, all I could do was cry like a baby.

She made me bite down on a piece of rubber to protect my teeth and without warning my life flashed before me and I was a burning pit of fire and this was hell and I was dying, no I was begging for my life to just be over and it went on and on and on.

When I'd been a child, Shay, Sharleen and I had played on the frozen pond behind our house and I'd broken into the ice and fallen into the water. It had felt like 10000 needles pinching into my skin.

But this was worse.

When I was a teenager I'd been into Gymnastics, once I dislocated my shoulder after a bad swing and begged for my coach to cut my arm off to stop the pain.

But this was worse.

At the age of 22 I'd gotten a severely bad stomach flu. I'd been on the floor of the bathroom for hours puking my guts out until I passed out in my own vomit.

But this was worse.

Pictures flashed before my eyes. Sharleen's face, Quinns and Mr. J's and Shayne the most for some reason. I tried to think, wonder about why I'd see him so much, about how he was doing, but all I could do was scream and hope it would all be over soon. How long did it take to die?

"Please, Shayne!" Couldn't he help me? "Stop! Please!"

And then there was suddenly a loud shot.

Silence was in the room and all I could hear was my rapid hysterical breathing. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't function. I just wanted to die.

And then the pain came back full force. The 100000 needles. The dislocated shoulder. The vomit. "Shayne! Please!"

There was a very sudden, very loud bang and then the pain was gone and when his voice called to me, it was like I was suddenly being awakened from a comatose state.

"Harley!" I heard Mr. J call out. "Are you ok?"

And then his face was above mine and he was pulling the restraints off my arms and legs. I wasn't sure how to answer his question properly and sat up shaking. Quinn. I thought, as I saw her body lying on the ground.

"Quinn..." Mr. J helped me jump of the table and I hurried over to her. There was so much blood.

I started massaging her heart rhythmically. I just needed her blood to pump again, I was a trauma surgeon and there was medical equipment here in this freaky torture chamber. We could do it!

"Help me, we need to put her on the table!"

"Harley." I was surprised by the soft tone he was using, as Mr. J came closer and put his hand on my shoulder. "She was shot in the head. You can't help her. It's too late."

Quinns dead eyes stared up at me as I began to cry. She was dead. I hadn't been able to help her. Mr. J pulled me up and I threw myself against him. He returned the hug, hesitantly, and patted my head.

"Harley." He sighed. "How's your hair?"

"What?" I stepped back, confused.

"Nothing." He said with a small smile. "Come on, I want you to meet our new friend."

I was too confused to do anything else and wiped my tears, following him, as he pulled me behind him.

It was the red-headed police woman who had sent me away when I'd tried to file a complaint against Dr. Turner.

"Harley, this is Yvette. She's going to bid your every wish for the rest of her miserable life."

She looked different somehow, paler and I wondered what he had done to her. How he had gotten her to agree.

"I'm coming with you now, right?" I asked in a desperate tone and reached for his hand.

"Yes."

I leaned up and kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss immediately.

When Mr. J pulled himself away from me, I stumbled, momentarily dizzy, which made him smile.

"We need to get you back to bed."

"Yeah."

3. Person POV
Harley had fallen asleeep pretty quickly on the backseat and while The Joker usually wasn't somebody who worried about another person he did wonder if the electro-shocks had altered her mind. If she would still want him.

But that thought was ridiculous of course. Harleen Quinzel not wanting him! She had begged him to be with her on more than one occasion. The thought made him chuckle and Yvette in the passenger-seat flinched.

"Would you lighten up?" He muttered annoyed. "We got Harley, it's time to celebrate!"

"So...so you'll let Catherine go?" She asked hopefully.

"No!" He laughed loudly. "Of course not! You messed up Yvette and Catherine being my hostage is your punishment."

"But you already killed my husband!"

At her hysterical voice Harley began to moan uneasily in her sleep and he shot her an angry glare:

"Shut up, you're going to wake her!" He snapped and Yvette proceeded to cry silently.

Women! He thought with a growl. Johnny never would have cried. Or Craig. Or Jim or whatever the other fools were called.

Harley began to whimper in her sleep and he stopped the car to turn around to her:

"It's ok, baby. Daddy's here." The name suited him, he thought. She was his girl and he was her Daddy. The young woman sighed comfortably and went on to sleeping without any disturbances and he turned back to the steering wheel with a content smile.

This would work out.
He turned up some music, because Yvettes constant sniffling annoyed him. In the cellar, when he'd cut her she had seemed so tough. But The Joker always found the weakspots of everyone. And Catherine, her five year old niece, was her Achilles' Heel. It was perfect actually. As he sped through the night he looked at the crying woman, wondering if her upper torso hurt. He had branded his name into her skin, directly under her breasts, so that she and everyone else who saw her would know she belonged to him now. She'd barely flinched. Her back was covered in his signature ha ha and by then she had finally come clean with the other names, but he couldn't leave his picture unfinished. Her entire back had ha ha cut, burned and craved into her skin.

When he arrived home, Johnny was waiting outside the mansion for him.

"The little girl is in the living room with Craig." He said. "She was home alone, so we didn't have to kill anyone." He nodded towards the sleeping woman. "Should I take her inside?"

"No, I'll do that. Why don't you bring Yvette here down into the cellar? I don't want her seeing Cathy just yet."

The redhead sighed deeply and surrendered, as she went inside the house with a bowed head. The Joker shook his head at her hysterics. Then he went to the car and lifted Harley out with ease. He was surprised by how light she was. And pale. She really didn't look good and the feeling, which might have been worry for other people intensified.

He left the car door open and the key inside. One of the boys would get the hint and drive it into the garage. He had taught them well after all.

Harley sighed in his arms and he held her closer.

"You'll be ok, baby." He promised. He couldn't wait for her to feel well again, he was ready to take revenge on the other three bitches of that ridiculous group.

Julia was waiting upstairs in his bedroom. He had called her from the car ride from the hospital to that bitches house. He'd known he would need her and she owed him, better yet she owned Harley.

"J!" She snapped, as she saw the pretty blonde. "What did you do to this poor girl?!"

"Nothing." He muttered, as he gently laid his girlfriend on the bed. "This crazy bitch electro-shocked her and before that these other bitches slit her wrists...look, do you have it or not?!"

Julia giggled, holding up the needle which was already filled with heroin.

"Of course I have it! Do you want some?"

"No." He was done with heroin, he hated being dependent on the substance. Dependency meant power and nobody and nothing had power over him.

Julia sat down next to his Harley, pushing the sleeve of her jumper up to reveal the skin in the crook of arm.

"Don't give her too much." He warned.

Julia rolled her eyes. "Please. Are you forgetting who I am?"

Just in that moment Harley weakly opened her eyes and muttered. "No." She tried pulling her arm away, but the other woman had a too strong grip.

"Hi Doc!" Julia smiled brightly. "Do you remember me? You patched me up after those guys tried to rape me, I'm all better now – they're dead! And now I'm patching you up!"

"No." She sighed. "No heroin."

"Just a little bit, baby." Mr. J leaned closer and used the softest tone he could muster. "It will just take the edge of, I promise."

"No."

"I don't know how I feel about giving this to her, if she doesn't want it." Julia mused, pulling the needle back.

"Well how do you feel about my fist in your face?"

The drug-dealer laughed cheerfuly. "You're so dramaic, J. Ok. Here it goes, Doc."

In seconds the needle was inside her skin and the substance inside of her. And in seconds Harley rolled onto her side, a goofy, dreamy smile on her face. She looked much better.

"Alright, Julia, get out of here."

"But what if she wants more?"

"She won't want more!" He snapped, pointing his index finger at her. "And you better stay away from her!"

"Relax, J." She rolled her eyes. "I'll see you around, tell Johnny I-"

"No." He interrupted. "You and Johnny will deal with your own relationship-shit, I don't have time for that."

"Well." She mused. "See, we haven't really got a relationship and that's half of the problem. He just doesn't want to commit to-"

"Bye Julia!" He interrupted her annoyed with a wave of his hand.

"Fine. Bye J, say hi to your girlfriend, when she wakes up!" She went outside and giggled, because she'd expected him to correct her and say the doctor wasn't his girlfriend. But he hadn't.

The Joker looked at the sleeping Harley and realised the tight feeling in his chest had vanished. Because she would be better. The heroin would help her sleep and the thing she needed the most was rest.

Julia was something like his sister. He wasn't entirely sure, because he'd forgotten and erased most of his past-life, but they had the same father. They hadn't grown up together, but she had sought him up a few years ago after she had "connected the dots" or something of that matter. When she'd first come he'd been pretty high most of time. And then she'd started supplying him with heroin and this kind of friendship had developed. He wasn't about to get her out of prison, but she was allowed to annoy him without being shot. That was something. He usually called her when he needed something and she tended to do the same. He'd never thought she'd last this long. When he hadn't killed her the first time they'd met, he had figured the heroin would do the job, but so far it hadn't.

He went downstairs and found a little blonde girl sitting on his sofa, happily humming to herself. She was dressed in a red dress and wore a red bow. What the hell was this? The child seemed to have fallen straight out of fairy tale.

"Boss." Craig, the blonde one, stepped towards her. "Here's the girl you asked for."

Catherine held something in her hand...a plastic figurine? A unicorn?! She hummed to herself louder playing with the animal and making high-pitched sounds. Happy sounds.

"Are you sure it's the right girl?" He muttered. He'd expected a hysterical mess. Not well...this.

"Of course it's the right girl!" She said then, looking up at him. "My name is Catherine Littleton." He groaned. That was her real name? Had the world gone crazy?! "And you asked for me because of my Auntie Yvette." She looked up at him with a smile that would have melted everybodies heart at an instant. "Do you want to play with my unicorn?"

"No I do not want to play with your unicorn, you insufferable stupid little girl!" It didn't melt his heart though.

She giggled. "You're funny!" and proceeded humming.

The Joker was stunned and that was a rarity in itself. He took a deep shuddering breath and then turned to Craig:

"Get. Me. Johnny. Now."

Craig left with a worried expression. He was such a dramatic boy. Maybe it was time to get rid of him.

"Are you ok?" The little girl asked with bright eyes.

"Yes."

"You don't look ok. You look like you have a bad boo-boo."

His hand twitched to his gun. He wasn't allowed to answer or engage and then the small human would shut up eventually.

"Do you know what I do, when I have a bad boo-boo?"

The last time he'd been so angry was after Harleen had rejected him. A growl errupted from deep within his throat.

"What?!"

"I stoke my unicorn!" She proclaimed, holding the toy out to him. "Do you want to stroke my unicorn?"

This was a set-up. He was sure of it. Any minute now Harley would come down, laughing and saying it had all been a trick. And then he was going to kill someone.

"A word of advice, little girl." He muttered. "Do not go asking men, you don't know, to stroke your unicorn."

"Huh?" She let the toy sink and tried to understand his comment.

"Boss."

"Johnny!" He hurried towards his most-trusted man. "What the hell is that?!" He pointed towards the cheerful girl.

"Yeah, I know..." Johnny rubbed his neck, obviously uncomfortable. "I was surprised too...I don't know, she's...she's weird."

"Why isn't she afraid?!"

Johnny lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I don't know, boss."

"And why on earth did you let her bring that stupid toy?!"

"I...I don't know, boss. I messed up. I'm sorry. Do you want me to kill her?"

The Joker turned around and watched the little girl making "vrrrrrrrm" noises as she pretended the wretched toy could fly.

"No." He sighed deeply. "I need her. If I kill her now then Yvette will never give me all the information I need. We'll have to keep her for now."

"Ok."

"I'm going to bed." The Joker rubbed his face. "Keep that...that girl away from me and don't disturb me."

"Yes, Boss."

Mr. J turned around and stomped upstairs. This was too much. Fucking unicorns! In his house! He shuddered and suddenly felt like he needed a shower. He walked straight into his bathroom and tried to rub the strange feeling off him. This was too much excitement for one day. He needed to see Harley.

When he entered the bedroom, she was tossing and turning. The heroin hadn't calmed her down completely then. What a shame. He turned around and was just about to leave her in her misery when he heard her call out to him:

"Puddin'! Please...don't go. Please don't leave me. Puddin'!"

And suddenly there was something inside him that he couldn't describe. Suddenly there was a cord between him and Harleen Quinzel and he was pulled towards the bed, even though he didn't want to, even though it was against everything he stood for.

"Puddin'!"

"I'm here, Harley." He whispered and surprised himself at the gentleness of his tone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."

When she said his name again, she sighed happily: "Puddin'."

And the Clown of Crime closed his eyes and also sighed: "Harley."

I'm so excited I'm freaking out! What do you guys think? I love Catherine so much :D she's the hero of this chapter, she just owned it so bad seriously :D I hadn't expected it...please review! :)