A/N: Thank you for all of your reviews! A quick warning, Sam's not in safe or sane hands, probably tamer than Griggs' death in Young Gods, but it's still one of *those* kinds of chapters. So please read with caution.
I'm not sure how much is left of this story, I might run a series of one-shots to fit this for the random ideas I have, but I'm not sure.
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Chapter 20 – Little Revenge – Part 2
Harley led Sam around the Asylum in one big twisting and turning loop. She felt Sam grab her hand as they neared the sound of fighting and she couldn't help but smirk. This was so easy and she was going to enjoy every second of this. Joker had laid traps and a path of clues for Batman so Harley had to keep away from any of his plans. But she wanted to traumatise Sam. They neared the entrance to the asylum and gunshots rang out. Harley let Sam see Joker's goons mowing down police and she watched as Sam flinched and tried to look away. Harley moved on and had some of the Joker's goons chase after them. They caught Sam and Harley had to beat them off, it all had to be convincing, Sam had to buy everything.
"Harley, do they all need to die?" She stammered.
"They won't open their minds to our lives, Sammie," Harley said quietly. "Like the Batman, he's as crazy as the Joker, he throws himself off buildin's, but because he beats our asses and puts us in these awful places, everyone calls him a hero. If only they'd open their minds and see what Mistah J is tryin' to do."
"But they just-"
"They would put you in an electric chair next ta me," Harley interrupted. "They'd see you die for being truly free, they'd kill ya for being enlightened and sane. They think we're the crazy ones, they think we're the psychos, but it's them. All of them. They're the ones that don't see anything, they don't feel anything real. Stuck in their sad pathetic routine lives. Come on, we need to get out of here."
She made sure that Sam believed she was being hunted down by Joker's goons, she fought with a couple more, let her see the Batman and one of his fights with Ivy's plants and Eddie's complicated and painful jigsaw puzzles. She took her time exposing Sam to the horrors that she'd created with Joker, she made sure that she was scared because none of this would work if Sam felt comfortable at all.
The images of bloodshed, agony and fear seared into Samantha's brain. It made her numb and her heart slowed down. She was so scared, but she couldn't run away, she couldn't escape what her brain was feeding her. She saw it replayed in front of her, she could smell smoke and death all around her. She was confused and the slight glimmer of calm and hope, ironically, was Harley. The pale skinned psychopath was the one protecting her, keeping her out of harm's way and Sam found even more reason to need her. The flash of white hair, red and blue sequins and monstrous heeled boots were the only islands of sanity in the wreckage of the asylum.
Sam followed like a lamb to slaughter.
They eventually made it back to Harley's therapy room and she pushed the doctor down onto the chair. Harley walked around the room and pushed photos and certificates to the floor, smashing the glass they were encased in.
"I'm glad I found you before the Joker did," Harley sighed. "He would've destroyed you."
"I ran into some of his men… Joan Leland… she's-"
"I know, not much of a loss," Harley shrugged. "She carried out Sharpe's orders without a single hesitation. Sammie, I'm gonna help free you, it's gonna hurt, but I'm gonna do it. You need to see the world how I see it, that's the only way you're gonna survive."
"Please, Harley, I want… I want that," Sam nodded hopefully. "Waller… is she…?"
"No, she's alive," Harley sighed.
"And your son?"
"He's safe, he's protected and he's my baby," Harley said lowly. Sam felt her small sliver of confidence jolted when Harley turned to her and walked towards her quickly. "My baby, Samantha. The one you helped me fight for. Helped Harleen fight for."
"I tried to stop them-"
"Bullshit!" Harley shouted and slapped her hard. Oh, that's why he hits me, she giggled in her head and wrapped her hand around Samantha's jaw. "You took my baby, you gave him straight to Amanda Waller and she protected you for it."
"That's not what happened, Harley," Sam mumbled. Harley didn't listen, or if she had, she ignored her. The lunatic suddenly laughed and walked a circle before she slammed her hands down on the arms of the chair that Samantha was sat on and spun the chair around. She grabbed the woman by the throat and leaned in close.
"All I know, Sammie, is I gave you my son, my brand new baby," Harley snarled. "I had just, just, finished feeding him for the first time and you took him and I trusted you! You took him to Waller and you didn't fight for him. You didn't try and stop them!"
"I was unconscious-"
"You didn't fight for him like I asked you to!" Harley shouted. "You couldn't even hold a secret after I told you never to repeat it."
"She tortured-"
"Torture? You think what she's done to you is torture?" Harley laughed. "Oh baby, Sammie, you have no clue what I am capable of. You betrayed me. You betrayed my son. So I'm going to let out that monster inside, so you can see exactly what it is inside of you."
Samantha felt her heart stop for a second and her head swam. She wanted to fight, to get away, but this was Harley, she had no chance. The woman had gone against the Bat and gotten the best of him enough times for Sam to know that there was no way for her to fight fair. She felt her hands being tied down with cable ties, her legs were next and it was then that she realised that she hadn't even tried to escape. She'd had the opportunity, but the world was messed up and she couldn't concentrate.
"What's that?"
"Some psychiatrist you are," Harley smirked. "It's the ECT unit, Sammie, you're gonna have your brain rebooted. I was the best at it in my time, I even administered a couple of sessions on my Mistah J, but that's before I understood what it was about. You can only understand what it does when you have it done to you, y'see. Sharpie told me to do it, so I learned how to do it properly. I just didn't know what it would actually do."
"But-"
"I mean, I wasn't exactly sane," Harley chuckled and powered up the machine. "Having a sexual relationship with the Joker, managing to hide it from the world and having a psychotic episode in the middle… well there was only one way for it to go with me. But you… sweetie, you're naïve, you're precious and borderline. I can't wait to see what it does to you." She pressed a kiss to Samantha's cheek before a loud cackle burst from her. She shoved a mouth guard into Sam's mouth and pressed the electrodes against the temples of her head.
Sam wanted to scream in pain, but she was lost in her own world. Her vision went black and as her body fought against the cable ties, her muscles twitched and her body fought as electricity surged through her system. Harley watched and grinned with a sick curiosity as she destroyed Sam's mind. She wondered if she'd looked this grotesque and pained, she wondered if Joker had seen her be born, she wondered if she should be looking for anything at all.
"Now, the book said a maximum of five seconds, but let's see what ten does," Harley said as if Sam could hear or respond. "That's it! Time's up, let's see how badly burned the bird is." She put the electrodes down and watched Sam closely for a few seconds. But she got bored of waiting and back handed Sam across the jaw.
"Huh… it's probably not good that I understand why he was always so punch-y with me before, it's actually quite fun," Harley chortled and watched as Sam's green eyes opened woozily. She flicked the doctor's nose and the delayed reaction made her break out into fresh giggles. She tilted her head before she frowned and rubbed her chin.
"Nothing?" Harley huffed and blew hair from her face. "Let's go again then."
"No! Stop!" Samantha slurred.
"Say again, sweetie?" Harley giggled.
"Stop, please," Samantha mumbled. Her body twitched and her extremities felt numb. She hadn't witnessed ECT in action before, let alone been hit with it. She struggled weakly against the ties and attempted to look like she was at least trying to get free.
"Ah, ah, ah," Harley grinned. "You're not going anywhere, sweetie, me and you have got a lot of chattin' to do. Let's start off with the easy subject of Harleen and Amanda Waller. What did you tell her?"
"She hurt me-"
"I don't care how she did it!" Harley shouted and grabbed a scalpel from the Joker's collection of toys. She pressed it against Sam's chin and moved into the doctor's personal space. Harley was practically sat on her lap and Sam had never felt more terrified.
"I told her everything," Sam admitted. "I didn't want to-" Harley dug the tip of the scalpel through the skin and watched a red drop of blood form. She kept her pressure even and smirked as Sam writhed and screwed her eyes together.
"You better start talking, Sammie, otherwise this is gonna go through your jaw," Harley told her.
"I told her about Bruce Wayne," Sam yelled. She was met with silence and the blade was moved away. She felt Harley stand up and she dared not open her eyes in case she was met with another item of torture. More silence and she felt sweat collect on her forehead, blood dripped down her chin and her heart was thudding like a rabbit's.
"I told her what Harleen told me," Sam said with a trembling voice. "I'm sorry, Harley, I didn't…. I tried not to."
"What the hell do you mean about Bruce Wayne?" Harley replied, her voice low and gravelly. She had no memory of either event and was frantically trying to pull Harleen from the recesses of her mind. She picked up her rose gold handled dagger and put it against Sam's throat, letting it slice through her skin making a small line of blood appear.
"Harleen told me about the Joker dumping her for Leland," Samantha gasped. "She told me how betrayed you felt, how alone and angry you both were. She went to one of the Arkham fundraisers and Wayne was there. She went with him to the manor a couple of times before the Joker came back and carried on with her."
There was a bit more silence before Harley backed off a little, but the point of the dagger was still at her throat. Sam watched wide eyed at the blank expression on the woman's face and couldn't decide whether she preferred this or not. She felt her body relax a little at Harley's lack of movement but then regretted it when the dagger plunged deep into her shoulder. She screamed out before a hand was slapped over her mouth.
Harleen sprang forward with violence and rage, shocking even Harley.
"You promised you wouldn't talk about that, Sam!" Harleen shouted furiously. She threw the dagger down and pinched Sam's nose closed with her now free hand. "You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone about Bruce! How could you do that to me? How could you?" she grew louder with each word and she was practically screaming by the last. She threw Sam and the chair to the floor. She watched the doctor's head smack on the floor and she saw a little blood seep from a wound.
"I thought I could trust you!" Harleen screeched. "You know he's on the other side of the mirror right? You know that he's not left her? Sam, you just told the Joker that I cheated on him! We're both going to die! And you deserve every second of it! You never cared, you made me think you did. You gave my baby away!"
"Harleen, I'm sorry!" Sam gasped through the agony in her head.
"It's too late," Harleen spat. She picked up the dagger again and drove it into Sam's thigh. She heard the scream and anger filled her. She stabbed Sam again before it dawned on her that she'd just hurt someone she cared for. Harleen threw herself against the wall and stared at her blood soaked hands.
"You're just like me, Harleen," Harley giggled in her head.
"I'm not, that was you-"
"It was all you. Mistah J knows your dirty little secret and now you've hurt Sammie," Harley laughed loudly. "Do you want to do more? Or are you gonna run away like the cowardly dog you are? Huh?"
"I'm not a coward!" Harleen shouted.
"Yeah you are, you don't want to admit to all the bad things you've done so you run and hide," Harley said. "You've run from everything you ever did, you ran so far that you became me, Harleen."
The door slowly creaked open and Joker walked in. He slammed it behind him and Harleen almost collapsed. As she'd moved first, Joker went after her and crashed her up against the wall. He picked her up and threw her on the floor before he pinned her down.
"You bitch," Joker snarled. "You whore."
"You left me!" Harleen whimpered. "You left me for Leland and… I was lonely and Bruce was there and-"
"Shut up!" Joker roared. He wanted to pummel her into pulp, but Harley was still in there and he didn't want to hurt her. Not yet. "You slept with that arrogant, self-centred, good-for-nothing bastard? Where the fuck do we want to start, Harleen? What did you think you were doing?"
"I was a kid!" Harleen cried as fear got the better of her. "I had a week off and I come back to find your gifts on Joan's desk, she was spending extra time with you and Arkham was talking about putting me back to the low-risk. I would never have seen you again. I saw you and you bragged about Leland, so I struck out. I went to the gala, Bruce was kind and… suave. He made me feel wanted. Something you never did really."
"Aww, poor baby, poor little Harleen and her tough life," Joker bellowed, his mouth by her ear. She had tears running down her face and she curled up into as small a shape as she could. Harleen hadn't been this scared of him since the night of the breakout and she genuinely feared for her life.
"You're gonna get us killed," Harley's voice said, her thick accent broke through. "Why would you do that? Why?"
"To protect us," Harleen replied. Joker watched, bemused that both Harley and Harleen were speaking. He stroked his hand down her cheek and Harley snapped to the front. She pushed the psychiatrist right down and her eyes set on Joker.
"I didn't know, puddin', I promise you, I didn't know," Harley whispered as she regained control over her body. "I would've told you."
"We're going to get rid of her tonight," Joker said furiously. He moved off her and pulled Harley to her feet. She swept her hands down her booty shorts, fishnets and top. They both turned to Sam and Joker pushed her forwards.
"Finish this now, Harley," Joker told her. She saw the anger in his eyes and she swallowed a lump in her throat. She looked at Sam and a darkness rolled over her. She wasn't in the mood for games, she wanted blood and she would get it. Harley pulled the chair up onto its feet and dragged the dagger from the woman's shoulder.
"Ya ready for some real fun?" Harley snarled.
"Harley, please-"
"Shut up!" Harley screamed and she punched Sam hard. She grabbed the electrodes of the ECT and held them against Sam's temples for longer and longer spells. Sam endured four rounds before her mind gave up and shattered. All of Harley's manipulation, the depression and anxiety she'd never admitted to, her low self-esteem and Waller's abuse all took their toll and she fell into the same hell as Harleen had. That weird in-between of not knowing who you were, what you were capable of, but she did know who Harley was and she knew her love for her. ECT did many things, but apparently it didn't change that for Sam. Harley watched as she saw a different light in Samantha's eyes and she started to laugh wildly. Her stomach hurt from how much she'd been laughing and now she had the ultimate toy to play with.
"Sammie baby, how you doin'?" Harley asked.
"Wha'… where am I?"
"Oh come on, I haven't zapped ya that much," Harley huffed. She shook Sam's shoulders and finally the doctor seemed to grasp where she was. "How's about now? Water would probably do the trick." She grabbed a glass and pressed it to Sam's lips and watched as the woman drank thirstily.
"Thanks," Sam mumbled. But she shouldn't have opened her mouth. Harley didn't give her a second before she pulsed electric through Sam's head once again. She felt hands on her waist and lips against her neck as the Joker moved closer. She grinned a little and let her head fall back before she pulled the electrodes away. His hands moved over her and she felt his growl rattle through his chest and up into his throat. It sent chills down her spine and she pressed against him.
"Look at her, princess, look what you've made," Joker hissed into her ear.
"Puddin'-"
"Your creation is waking up," Joker groaned and pressed his hips against her. She could feel how much this had affected him, despite his previous anger and she pushed her ass back against him. "Ooh, you naughty girl, but not yet. You're not done yet."
Sam's eyes finally opened from the last 'treatment' and Harley could see that there was something different. She watched as Sam sat upright and looked around the room. Then there was the sound of laughter and the woman rocked back and forth on the chair until it fell over and Joker moved to cut her free. She went to stand up, but Joker kicked her to the floor.
"What's your name?"
"Sammie," the woman giggled happily. "I belong to Harley Quinn, not you. You don't get to touch me."
"Really? Really?" Joker smirked and punched her hard in the gut.
"It doesn't hurt," Sammie squealed and threw her head back as she laughed harder. Harley moved in and Sammie didn't miss a beat. She jumped from the floor, wrapped her arms around Harley's neck and she kissed her hard.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Sammie grinned. "Just get hold of you and-"
"Aww, honey," Harley smiled and cupped Sam's cheek for a second before she tangled her hand in the woman's hair and pushed and pulled her back to the floor. She went down with Sam as the other woman pulled her ankles from under her and Harley landed on her knees with a grunt. She punched Sam in the jaw and pinned the woman down.
"And you have no idea how long I've been planning your death for," Harley snarled and watched a trickle of blood drip from the corner of Sam's mouth. "You have no idea how many nights I spent dreaming of your death."
"How many nights I spent listening to her plan it whilst I fucked her in her cell," Joker growled. He was incredibly turned on with Harley being in the position of power and he knew he would exploit this again. His gorgeous little slice of perfection was violent, cruel and vicious. Just how he loved her.
"Harleen would've told me, she told me everything else," Sam cackled.
"You don't know anything about Harleen," Harley said and her hands wrapped around Sam's throat. "You met her a handful of times, the rest of it was all me, Sammie, all me. I had you pegged from the moment you walked into the room. Lamb to the slaughter, and here we are!"
"Harleen was kind-"
"Harleen was deranged," Joker snapped.
"She wanted to help," Sammie spluttered as Harley's hands tightened and cut off her air supply. She reached forward and tried to scratch Harley's face, but Harley moved fast and used one of the knives to cut into Sam's forearm. The woman screamed and begged for it to stop, but Harley didn't.
She had revenge to wreak.
"Harleen's a liar, a whore, a bitch," Harley shouted as she slashed into the doctor. "She's the reason for everything. It's her fault. All of this is her fault!"
She cut into Sam like she was a butcher, there wasn't any art or plan, and it was all based on how much she could make Samantha scream louder. There was blood everywhere, it stained Harley's daddy's little monster top and fingerless gloves, it was splattered over her legs and arms too. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes dark and until Sam was dead, there wasn't any pleasure in this for her. Her son had been in danger, her baby had been snatched from her arms and she'd been torn from Joker to try and keep them apart.
Foolish. Simply foolish.
It had caused this destruction, this death and Sam was the figurehead of all of Arkham's destruction.
"Do it, Harley," Joker growled and he moved up behind her once more. His hands gripped her hips, his body pressed against hers and his mouth brushed against the shell of her ear. He could've taken her right there, but he needed to wait.
"It's too soon," Harley replied.
"She's gonna die from blood loss soon," Joker chuckled. "Kill her. Now."
Harley pushed away from him and picked up her gun. She made sure it was loaded and she approached the battered and bloodied doctor. She poured water over Sam's face and wiped her clean of blood, then she crouched beside the bloodied body and let her eyes sweep over her.
"Harley, please," Sam croaked. "I loved you."
"I know, honey, I know," Harley said, almost sadly. "Do you want to know why?"
"Because I do."
"Because I made you love me, Sammie," Harley whispered and she cupped Sam's cheek with one hand. "I made you believe in Harleen and made you believe that I cared about you. I made you love me because I wanted you to."
"No, I won't listen to that."
"Sam, Samantha Drake, you're more intelligent than that," Harley said with a small smile. She used the muzzle of the gun to push hair from Sam's face and she let out a sigh. "You know, deep down you know, I'm not sorry."
"Harley, I love you, properly, not like him," Sam tried as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Hey, stop that," Harley sneered. "No one can love me more than my puddin'." She leaned forward and kissed Sam gently. Sam leaned against her and Harley pressed her gun to the side of the doctor's head. She let Sam relax and then she pulled the trigger. There was a bang and Sam fell to the side.
Ding dong the witch is dead, Harley thought as relief washed through her.
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A/N: I actually felt sad writing this chapter, even though this was always going to happen to Sam, but I've become a little attached to her character. As I've said before, I have loads of her backstory but it just didn't seem to fit in any chapter without it feeling a little shoe-horned.
Oh and the next chapter is starting with a rather... needy Joker. I just cannot keep them apart! x_x
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