Harley sat with her back to the familiar bars of her cell. She sat with her arms crossed and her bottom lip stuck out.
"Sorry, Harley, no fabric for you." A guard said with his back to Harley.
"But, I'm so bored."
"Even if you had some you wouldn't be able to use it. You can barely walk." Harley snarled at the guard and lightly touched her leg, remembering the feeling of the bullet going through her leg. She had blacked out afterwards, and woke up in this cell. Everyday Amanda Waller would come in and ask her where Joker took Bethany. And every day she would give the same answer.
"I don't know. I was kind of unconscious after I was shot. It was you, wasn't it?" Amanda had yet to tell her who shot her, for what reason she didn't know. "No, if it was you, you'd be bragging." Amanda sighed and started to walk away. "I would be bragging too."
Harley sat in her cell until she didn't know what time it was. She spent her time imagining Joker and Bethany working out a plan to rescue her. Until one day, she didn't have to imagine anymore.
The wall behind her cell blew into a million little pieces. Joker was the first face she saw.
"Puddin!"
Amanda ran back to Harley's cell, she found all the guards blood flooding the room. In her cage was a blank joker card. On it was a lipstick mark and written was:
Love, Lucy
Here is Bethany's new look: lucy/set?id=207515821
Sorry this chapter is so short. Something came up. Please be patient with me, and I'll give y'all closer soon enough. I just need time.