NEVER FORGET YOU

Harley Quinn's Perspective:

Can't you understand? He means nothing to you anymore. Let him get into your head, he'll mess you up...you know that.

But I love him!

Do you? Do you really love him...?

My head is asking more questions than I care to answer for myself, I need to think in peace and quiet. I decide to wander voluntarily back to my cell. If I passed a guard on the way, I'd get thrown back in there anyway.

Do I like prison? No. But this place isn't exactly easy to break out of. Did I send some guards to kill my puddin? Maybe. Maybe I did say he assaulted me...or maybe I didn't. That's my secret to keep.

I found a guard and put my wrists out towards him, I was asking to be put back in my cell.

"Quinn, what are you doing out of your cell?" the guard asked, handcuffing me.

"A girl finds a way" I told the guard, winking at him.

"Right..." the guard said, standing next to me and gesturing for me to walk.

The guard pushed me and I walked back with the guard back to my cell. Once I arrived back at my cell I walked in and the guard slammed the door shut and closed the peeky hole so I couldn't make funny faces at him. Hey...if he wants to be a spoil-sport then that's his problem isn't it?

I leant and cried against the cell wall, slamming my hand into the wall with anguish.

"Got me looking so crazy right now...Your love's got me looking so crazy right now...your love's got me looking so crazy right now..." I started singing emotionally. "Got me hoping you'll save me right now" I kept repeatedly hitting the wall. Then, I heard a voice in the cell next to me.

"Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now...your love's got me looking so crazy right now...got me looking ...your love's got me looking so crazy in love..." an emotional male voice cried out, also hitting the wall. I touched the wall, feeling the vibrations of each hit.

He was in pain.

I was in pain.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Who's that?" the voice answered.

"You can call me Harley... are you OK?"

"I will be" the voice responded.

"What's your name then?" I asked.

My neighbour didn't reply.

The Joker's Perspective:

I don't believe it...Harley was crying out in pain, and unbelievably so was I. She was right next to me, she felt my frustration and I felt hers...but if I told her it was me, she'd probably break the wall down and try and kill me. Only this time, she'd actually succeed as I'm already a huge mess.

I heard my cell door open, it was a guard. A female guard ooooooooh!

"Joker, you're late for your weekly therapy session. On your feet, get a move on." the guard demanded.

Therapy? I wasn't going to go to any therapy session. No way, not with Harley being right next to me...my one true therapist.

"I'd rather not, it's lazy Saturday." I chuckled.

"Clown, I'm not in the mood for your jokes." the guard responded, barging into my cell.

"And I'm not in the mood for you not being in the mood for my jokes." I joked.

"That's it, you're coming with me. You know what they do with troublemakers? They put them on death row...where you should be, not sure why they excused you from execution but I won't argue against the authorities decision."

"There is one reason, it's because they felt sorry for me." I said, picking up the plush jester from my bed. "Look at this little guy, aint he cute?" I asked playfully.

"Adorable..." the guard groaned.

"Know what else is adorable?" I asked mischievously.

"I don't care." the guard responded, uninterested in my toys.

I walked up to the guard and put my wrists out to her.

"You seem like a nice girl. I bet you would learn to love this clown if you gave me a chance." I flirtatiously played with her mind.

Was I trying to make her fall in love with me? Hell no, I'm a one girl type of guy now that I've got Harley. Before that...well that's another story.

The guard grabbed me by the wrists and forced handcuffs onto them. She shoved me out of the cell and slammed the cell door behind her.

The guard spoke into the radio on her shoulder. "B34 requesting assistance with inmate #97. Over"

"Received, B34. B19 and B27 assist." the radio vibrated as one of the guards responded.

"Assistance? Am I really that difficult to get on with?" I asked.

"Shut it, clown." she raised her voice.

Guard numbers B19 and B27 approached me with riot shields.

"I think you're over-reacting a little...don't you?" I queried.

"I said shut it!" the female guard shouted angrily.

"Walk." one of the guards carrying a riot shield ordered.

Riot shields were a bit excessive and unnecessary but I am an unpredictable clown maniac after all.

I uttered a few small steps then stopped. I was shoved forward and I stumbled my legs on the floor.

"Walking isn't really my thing." I announced.

The guards looked at me angrily.

Hey...I wasn't trying to be awkward...OK that's a lie, I was definitely trying to be awkward hahaha.

The guard whacked me with her nightstick in the stomach. Oooh, she's got some fight in her after all. No, I'm not falling for her. Stop thinking that.

"Like that? I can keep it going until you move." she stated.

"Isn't that against your moral code? You know...hurting the prisoners?" I enquired.

"We have authority to do whatever we want with you."

"If you say so." I sighed.

The guards put their riot shields down and assisted the female guard.

The guards who were previously holding riot shields attempted to get a firm hold on my arms but before they could I intercepted a rifle from their hands and shot them both dead.

They weren't wearing armour, the riot shield was their only protection and they let their guard down. It was their fault. The female guard... I kept her alive because I thought I could try reasoning with her. I have a good way with females, you know.

"You want to end up dead like them, my dear?" I asked, aiming the rifle sights at the female guard.

"How did you...?" she muttered.

"I have my ways" I smirked. She attempted to call for help but I grabbed and ripped the radio off her shoulder pad. I threw it on the ground and crushed it with my foot. "That's a bad idea, you can't call for help just because I'm winning. Where's the fun in that?"

"What do you want, Joker? What do you want with me?" she asked, not too afraid of my threatening stance.

"Open that cell." I ordered, pointing at Harley's cell.

"Why?"

"Don't question me, sweetie just do it!" I demanded.

She nervously unlocked the cell door and opened it inwards.

"Thanks" I said, shooting the female guard...not really paying much attention to my aim. She was dead after the amount of bullets I put into her though, I was sure of that.

I didn't want to kill that guard, but I couldn't risk Harley getting jealous. It wouldn't be something that would ride on my conscience, I've obviously killed before. You get used to being a psychopathic clown eventually, I wouldn't go back to being sane. Not even if you paid me.

I closed the cell door behind me.

"Puddin...?" Harley asked nervously.

"I heard you, I heard you Harley. I heard your pain. You were in pain." I walked in her cell slowly and calmly. "I was next to you, Harley. I was also in pain." I explained sadly.

"That was you? You were banging on the wall and singing to yourself"

"So were you, my poor girl" I stated emotionally, looking into her eyes apologetically. I touched her cheek with my hand, she put her hand onto my hand and guided my hand across her face.

"I had no idea you felt like that...but I can't...I can't let you hurt me anymore." she removed herself from my friendly touch and turned her back to me. "I'm sorry...this was all my fault." she said sadly.

"Harley, I'm sorry. What happened before...it was horrible, I was unfair and I hurt you, I hurt you badly. I regret harming your sweet little face, your beautiful body and your affectionate and forgiving personality. I would never let another girl replace you, that's why I killed that guard." I was deeply and sincerely sorry, I never felt guilt like this before. Me, The Joker feeling guilty...that's something I never thought I'd experience. "Here, I brought this with me, for you." I held out my hands, I still had the plush jester which looked like a toy version of Harley. "This is my most prized possession, you know why? Because whenever I look at it, I think of you."

Harley turned around and looked at my hands, she cupped the toy into her palms and looked at it with adoration.

"You have a more prized possession, puddin" she said putting the toy on her bed gently. "You have the real Harley Quinn to snuggle with at night" she said flirtatiously, snuggling her face onto my cheek and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Whilst I can't promise I won't try killing or hurting you again... my dear Harley...I can promise that I will always love you. I feel for you like I've never felt anything like it before. From the moment I glanced upon your blue eyes, I knew I had found someone very special. My Harley, my beautiful, loveable and adorable Harley Quinn." I lovingly wrapped my arms around her body too.

Harley touched my cheeks with her hands and kissed me on the lips. She moved over to the bed and sat down, holding the jester plush in her hands. "So, Mistah J...what's the plan?" she asked playfully.

"Escape this shitty prison?" I suggested.

"Sounds like a plan ta me." she said, opening the cell door.

Harley picked up the rifle from the ground and held it close to her. She could handle a large automated firearm? Really? I wasn't going to argue...after all it was her who was holding the gun.

We started walking menacingly towards the prison entrance, we'll force our way out of this place with bullets and blood if we have to.

"I want to say I love prison orange, but it's so not my colour." I complained.

"Yeah, this beige shit isn't mine either, I actually don't know why they use orange for male inmates and a creamy mess for female inmates. Sexism much?"

"Don't worry, we'll get them back eventually...all of those who imprisoned us, hurt us, tried to separate us...all of them. They will all pay... a lot of money to not be tortured or murdered by good ol Uncle J."

"Does Uncle J do house-calls?" she asked mischievously.

"Uncle J sure does..." I said, grating my teeth and looking at Harley's evil grin.

"Goodie! What about B-MAN?"

"Our good friend bats will have his just desserts soon enough, my dear" I said sinisterly. "But not quite yet, he's way too much fun to torment" I added.

"Hmm, where do you think all the guards are?"

"Dead or at home? They deserve a break after all what's gone on today. They really need to step up their security though, this was far too easy!"

"Mhm, it was fun though. It was fun because you made it fun, puddin." she smiled at me.

"I try and make everything fun" I smiled back at her. Her eyes had that glint in them, telling me she was happy. "I love you, Harley." I said softly.

"I love you too, puddin" she replied, stopping to kiss me on the cheek.

"You're not gonna turn around and try and kill me again are ya?" I asked nervously.

"We'll see" she replied unpredictably.

I swallowed nervously, holding her hand whilst she held the assault rifle up in the air confidently.

At the reception desk, we were stopped by the woman sitting behind the glass. I let Harley shoot her multiple times and then we walked out of the front doors happily.

I think nearly all of the prison staff were dead by now. They were idiotic thinking they could detain The Joker and Harley Quinn.

Nobody will ever detain us, they can try as many times as they want. We'll always figure out a way to escape...always.

Know why? Because we're insane. Insanity is the key to unlocking potential and that potential to convince yourself and others to obey your every command, even if it's crazy and suicidal.

Harley proved this, she proved to me enough that I now know she isn't pretending with me anymore. I don't think I realized this until recently.