To anyone who has been patient enough to wait for this chapter, you have my many thanks as well as my sincerest apologies. I have just finished A-Levels and as you can imagine my time has been quite occupied.

This chapter looks a little deeper into Harley's bipolar psychosis. With that in mind, using both Harleen and Harley in this chapter is intentional.

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I hope you enjoy...

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"Mr J, I know I have been bad and I know I let you down, baby. But I can do better, I can help, I can help you win, I promise, come on, please? I'll even wear my old outfit for you, you know, the one you like … the red… the black…"

Harley's head started to pound. Heavily. Painfully. Uncontrollably. Deep down in Harley Quinn, the dark dragon that wrapped itself around her beating heart, whimpered and breathed its last flame. Harley Quinn, was dying. That manifestation of an insatiable desire for anarchy and violence, birthed from the sick mind of the Joker, vanished… leaving a hole deep inside Harleen's core. Something hidden away inside Harley's scarred body snapped in that moment of anguish and pain. Whether it was her heart or her mind, will never be known.

"I have done so much… so much for you. Do you even care?" Harley began shouting in a fit of rage "Would you even fucking care after everything I have given you?"

With her arm, she quickly rubbed her raw eyes, disrupting streams of tears. Her body felt sore and fragile as her sobs and moans become louder and louder. It had taken years of abuse, torment and murder for Harley to get her lover's ultimate joke.

"You never loved me… did you?" She cried "You never loved me, you sick… evil, twisted…"

Her words tumbled out of her mouth, erratic and angry but most importantly, confused. It was always meant to be this way, she thought. Every beating, every crime, every massacre was simply his way to stay on top, to stay number one and ultimately, to be remembered as a creature too evil and too cruel to be forgotten. A legacy of slaughter.

Harley reached up and ripped at her pigtails, her greasy, dirty hair providing a stern resistance. She ignored the pain and continued ravishing her head until her hair collapsed on to her shoulders. Masking her eyes, she felt safer. Now no one could see her shame.

*Scuff* *Scuff*

Footfalls echoed in the metallic corridors. Starting in timid whispers, they grew into heavy beats on a great dream. Their frequency increased until Harley's heart could almost dance to the beat. Her body convulsed, heaving into shock as voices began calling down the hall. They were calling for someone but she could not hear anything, other than the pounding in her head.

Her lip trembled uncontrollably until the muscle ached, but Harley didn't care. Her heart hurt more. She had placed the gun beside her before attacking her stupid pig tails… she stared at it. Examining the steel, she was struck by the beauty of its shape. The magazine, filled with hollow point bullets, had been mercilessly efficient. The gun was a gift from the devil, and he had left his mark. A drawn smiley-face on the safety invited Harley to push the switch, and trigger anarchy. Now, it seemed to stare at her… tempting her. She could end it all. Harley Quinn was going to die, Harleen Quinzel had long been buried…

"What's a girl to do?" She said with a whimper.

The gun remained silent, but she felt its heavy, judgemental glare. Harley turned her head quickly, but couldn't help shift the suspicion that the face had winked at her. She snatched the gun greedily, like a child fondling for a mother's teat. She pushed the smile as she had so many times before, loaded the first round and allowed her smirk to grow. Her last act of defiance:

"They won't take me."

Smudged make-up, broken nails, a cracked smile and underneath it all, what was left of Harleen, the one part Joker could never touch, screamed to be set free.

Harleen pulled back the hammer, Harley's arm shook.

Harleen strenghted her resolve, Harley shrank in fear.

But together, they spoke as one…

"Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

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