Beauty and the Bat
Chapter 3: Escape
Harley woke to the sound of explosions and screams. She jumped from her bed and raced to the iron bars. Arkham doctors and guards were running and screaming, some with blood on their bodies and bullet wounds. Amidst all the chaos, Harley heard one thing that sent chills down her spine, laughter. Soon enough the Joker passed by, wielding a gun and followed by his hired help. Over the years Harley has realized that the Joker never really liked her. He was abusive, cruel, and didn't give a damn about her.
Harley had tried from then on to keep her space from the mad clown, and it worked for the most part. He barely noticed her, except when he needed her for his plans. When that would happen she had no choice, other than face his laughing gas or worse. Harley didn't really want anything to do with him at the moment, but she realized Joker was her only way out of here. Her only chance to escape and start a new life, one without the Clown Prince of Crime.
"Puddin!" Harley screamed, "Take me with you please!"
Joker's footsteps stopped, then he walked back and stood in front of her. He flashed his trademark grin. He looked her over once, as if he was wondering if she was even worthy to talk to. Oh how she despised the clown.
"What's wrong Harley? Jail not all it's cracked up to be?" Joker sneered.
"Please Mistah J. Don't leave me here." Harley said, putting on her best innocent girl face.
"I don't know Harls. Every time I bring you along it always ends up badly. It's not fun when the joke's on me!" Joker replied, twirling his gun around in a circle with his middle finger.
"I promise I won't mess things up this time! I swear!" Harley answered, praying that somewhere deep down, the Joker had a little bit of compassion. Joker stood there pondering for a minute.
"Alright you little minx. I'll let you come with me." Joker said, which made Harley squeal with excitement, "I have big plans for you my dear."
At that statement Harley's happiness died. She gazed into Joker's face and saw his eyes light up and an evil sneer cross his white face. Harley suddenly wished she had kept her big mouth shut and just stayed in Arkham. It probably would have been safer. She could have at least have tried to convince the staff that she was cured.
The clown pulled out a key from his pocket and thrust it into the lock. With a quick turn the lock turn and the door opened up. He held the door open for her and bowed like a gentleman, even though she knew better. It was too late to turn back now. She exited her cell and followed the Joker and his men out the front doors of the asylum.
"What am I going to do now? How am I going to start a new life and escape from Mistah J?" Harley thought to herself. She silently prayed that Batman would find her, he had always offered his help to her, maybe he could get her away from the murderous clown. And maybe, just maybe, Bats could help her start her life over. He might even want to share that life with her.
A smile crossed her face. A life with the Batman. That did sound exciting, though it was impossible. Batman didn't seem like the type to fall for her, even if she had secretly fallen head over heels for him. Harley was shaken from her thoughts when she heard the Joker laugh out loud, obviously happy to have escape Arkham.
"Please Batman. Find me. Help me." Harley prayed.