Harley continued to sit in dazed confusion for the rest of the day. Doctors went and came, Joanna also stopped by to let Harley know she could have as much time off as possible and to take it easy. The offer to leave was not being offered anymore, simply because everyone knew Harley wouldn't take it. She was far too deep in the rabbit hole to turn back now.

Eventually after what felt like days, she was discharged feeling like a pin cushion. Harley got a taxi to her apartment, thinking over the last day. Hell, the last year.

Her life had been completely turned upside down since starting at Arkham Asylum, more so than she could have ever envisioned. Harley was in love, with a psychotic killer clown, her best friend was a sadistic genius and her frenemy was a demented psychiatrist who had just tried to kill her!

'Boy, what a day!' Harley sighed, as she unlocked her apartment door, walking through to the living room and collapsing on the couch. Her cat meowed in greeting as he walked across the room to her.

Laurie, the cat jumped on to her lap and lay down with a contented purr as Harley stroked him.

She looked at the little ginger tabby she had found on the doorstep of her college dorm all those years ago, with his big olive eyes she couldn't bear to part with him!

"I've missed you too Laurie. Today has been a freaky one" She sighed gently picking him up and moving him to the sofa so she could make them both some dinner.

What exactly was Crane playing it? Surely if he had wanted to kill her he would have, that stuff could have been anything. Maybe he just hated her so much he wanted to really fuck with her mind, cause her some pain. To be fair, it wouldn't be a shock to anyone if her own recklessness killed her, what the fuck had she been thinking? Harley, a trained psychiatrist working at one of the most dangerous mental asylums in the world had injected herself with a serum from a psychopath, fear-obsessed super criminal…

Deep inside, Harley refused to admit to herself it had given her one of the biggest adrenaline rushes in her entire life. Being that spontaneous and dangerous just made her feel so…

Alive.

"FUCK!" Harley jumped back from the stove, having just burnt herself on the pot of pasta. She quickly moved to the sink, running her finger under the cold tap, it didn't hurt that much really. The phone began ringing, awkwardly Harley reached out and grabbed it with her other hand, pressing the answer button and holding it to her ear.

"Hello?" she said, wondering who could be calling at this late hour.

"Hello Dr. Quinzel, how are you feeling?" said a smooth, calm voice.

Harley completely froze "Dr. Crane? Is that you?" she replied very quietly, at loss for words.

She could practically feel his smirk through the phone as he replied "I trust you are feeling better Harleen?"

"How are you calling me? I thought you were in Isolation" she said with hushed urgency.

"Oh you know I am capable of many things, but first answer my question."

She was starting to get irritated now, he nearly kills her and has the balls to call her and be bossy?

She sighed loudly "No thanks to you, I have a fucking splitting headache and nearly died, but yeah I am perfectly fine."

He tutted down the phone "Now Harleen that language will not get you far. Anyway, you did not nearly 'die' as you like to claim, you are actually now more protected against death than before."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harley demanded.

"I promised you would be protected and now you are, I just wanted to get something in return for that protection." Crane stated as though this was evident.

Harley did not know what to say "Wait, so it actually worked? I'm protected against your toxins? Why would you even do that? And what exactly did you get out of my torture apart from to please your sick fantasy?" She spat out the last part.

Crane gently laughed "So many questions, so demanding. Yes it worked against all my toxins and their components. Apart from hearing your, which I must say are beautiful, screams, I gathered vital research information from watching your reaction."

"M-my reaction?!" she stammered out, absolutely shocked.

"Yes Harleen, I watched you and thusly took the blame of injecting you in the first place. If they knew that you had injected yourself, they would make you an inmate Harley. Who knows, maybe it is where you belong." And with that he let out a cruel long laugh.

Harley put the phone down, practically slamming it against the kitchen counter. Hundreds of thoughts rushing around her head, she still did not understand why he did it in the first place? Was she simply an indulgence? A fun experiment for him?

Then everything went black as Harley fainted on to her kitchen floor.