Warning: Gore, very strong language

Jeannie's car skidded to a halt in front of the hospital, she ignored the woman at the front desk as she bolted through the hallways to the secure wing, where she knew that held dangerous patients "You can't be here, lady," a doctor said as she passed him.

"I know one of the patients!" she yelled back.

She could hear footsteps running after her but she didn't bother to look back, she was determined. She ran through the halls bumping into nurses and doctors when she suddenly ran into someone when she turned a corner, she planned to get up and keep going but she felt someone grab her by the ankle and drag her upright and back the way she came "Wait!" she heard someone yell and they all turned to see the blonde woman she had bumped into, she looked like she had been getting ready to go home when Jeannie had slammed into her spilling her coffee across the floor "What's going on here?"

"This woman burst into the facility and ran through the corridors," a security officer said.

The woman looked at Jeannie who wrenched her arm away from the guard "Who are you trying to get to?" the woman asked.

"My husband, I came in to see him when these brutes came after me," she lied.

"Oh, well I would appreciate if you would release this woman and let her be on her way," the woman said politely.

They release her and went back their posts "Thank you," Jeannie murmured.

The woman nodded "So where is your husband?"

"The secure wing."

"It's down that way," she pointed, making her realize she had been running in the wrong direction.

Jeannie nodded and began to walk away when the woman spoke again "My name's Doctor Quinzel by the way."

Jeannie simply nodded again and rushed off looking in all the rooms, muttering to herself "No…no…no…no…god dammit Jack, where are you?" she gasped when she saw the Joker sleeping in a hospital bed. The room was still dim with the bedside lamp the only source of light. She glanced down the hall before closing and locking the door "Jack?" she whispered, brushing some hair out of his face softly.

The soft contact made caused him to wake up, he frowned tiredly "Jeannie?" he rasped.

She was so happy that she started to cry as she nodded "Yes, yeah it's me, baby," she gasped quietly but her smile dropped when he saw the look of disgust on his face.

He finally woke up and realized who he was talking to "You fucking whore!" he yelled trying to grab her but the restraints held him.

"I thought you were dead!" she cried backing away from him.

"I'm not but you're gonna be soon," he growled.

"Jack please, you're father told me you were dead, he said they found your body," she desperately tried to defend herself.

"So you just jump into bed with him, you cunt?!" he demanded.

"No, I just-"she couldn't think of what she could say so she just grabbed his face and crashed her lips to his.

When she did this, a plan started to form in his head and he decided to play along with her for a bit, he needed to get out of his restraints. He kissed her back and she climbed on top of him "Untie me," he murmured between her kisses.

She was hesitant but she quickly ripped his restraints off, he grinned against her lips and rolled them over so that he was straddling her. He pulled away and before she could even see what happened he had a surgical saw in his hand and held it to her neck but not touching yet. She gasped in fear "Please, Jack…don't kill me…I have two kids!"

"That's really not going to help you in this situation," he growled back.

"Jack…don't," she whispered trying to get her neck further away from the saw but it only came closer.

Joker suddenly grabbed a second saw and stabbed them into her knees, destroying the bones. She screamed loudly but his hand covered her mouth quickly, dropping the tools, he leaned in close "Shh, we don't want to alarm anybody do we?"

"Please…don't kill…me," she managed to gasp from under his hand.

"No, that would be too friendly," he said grinning as he got off the bed and walked over to the door of the room and put on one of the doctor's lab coats that were hanging there "No, no, no, you'll be able to go back to your runts but first of all we're going to make a few…" he trailed off picking up a large pair of scissors and turned to her with an evil grin "…adjustments."

Jeannie had managed to crawl out of the bed and was dragging herself across the floor to the other side of the room, leaving a dark trail of blood from her knees along the floor "Please, oh god…help me!" she screamed. Joker walked over to her and pulled her over his shoulder where she beat her fists on his back "No! Help!"

He threw her back down onto the hospital bed and frowned down at her "Well, you're not walking out of here on those legs," he said poking her knees making her sob in pain "The chance of you walking anywhere is extremely remote," he chuckled as she sobbed and leaned in "I used to think you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen," he whispered grabbing a scalpel "Let's change that shall we?"

The next day Harleen woke up early to get to the hospital, she arrived to see police cars parked in the front. Dr. Arkham ran up to her "Quinzel, thank god you're here! You haven't picked up your phone."

"Sorry, my…phones not working lately…" she said staring at the police officers "What happened here?"

"Joker's taken a woman hostage, he won't let her go unless we trade her for one of the doctors," he said back, she immediately thought of the woman she had ran into when she was leaving yesterday.

One of the policemen next to them spoke up "I saw the lady and if I was her, I'd rather die than go on living like that."

"Who is it?" Harleen asked.

"The women's name is Jeannie Napier, The Joker wants to trade her for her husband, Joseph Napier. Sick bastard that clown is," the officer explained. She started to walk into the building "Hey, you can't go in there, it's dangerous!" he yelled after her.

"I need to talk to him," she called back.

The building was empty because it had been evacuated and it gave Harleen and unsettling feeling as she made her way to her patient's room. When she got there she saw blood on the floor outside of the room and medical tools littering the floor, she opened the door cautiously to see a woman strapped to the hospital bed whimpering and barely recognizable. In the hospital chair in the corner sat Joker with is legs pulled up to his chest and his chin resting on his knees, he pointed a gun at the door as it opened and slowly lowered it when Harleen walked into the room and closed the door behind her "Mr. J?" she asked quietly.

He smiled lazily at her "Hey doc," he greeted.

"I'm going to come into the room ok? I'm going to untie Jeannie and take her downstairs and then we can figure this all out," she said discreetly picking up a sedative from one of the tool tables, she didn't want to have to do this but it seemed like the only way.

His head lolled to the side, the police must have been able to hit him with a tranquilizer but she knew it wasn't enough, his body was resistant to drugs and chemicals "And why would I let you do that?" he asked.

She didn't know how to answer his question effectively so she just stood silently, staring back at him. He glanced over at Jeannie who was watching them both from the bed, he grinned at Harleen before standing and stumbling over to her. He looked at Jeannie to make sure she was watching before kissing Harleen deeply, Jeannie tried to look away but could not move her neck without a sharp pain coursing through her.

Joker suddenly felt a prick of pain in his arm and looked down lazily to see a syringe sticking out. He looked back up at Harleen who would look at him and slowly started to lift his hand up to her neck and began to squeeze but he was too out of it for it to do much before he fell to the ground not strong enough to stand anymore. She rushed over to Jeannie on the bed and began to untie her, apologizing when she touched any of her wounds "Are you his phycologist?"

"Yes," she answered casually.

"D-do you think he'd take me back one day?" Jeannie asked hopefully.

Harleen felt her hatred for this woman grow, she betrayed him and still thought that he would take her back. She paused and looked her in the eye "I certainly hope he doesn't," she said flatly "It would save him a lot of heartbreak and I don't think he'd want to be the father and brother of your children."

After this, she decided to pick up The Joker and help him out of the hospital, instead of Jeannie. He was still clinging to consciousness when they made it out of the building. Harleen was told to hold him down while Dr. Napier got another sedative ready to finally force him into unconsciousness, Joker was surprisingly strong once he saw Dr. Napier and she had a hard time holding him down. Dr. Napier leaned down close to the Joker "Look at you now, you're all alone, no one to love you," he said quietly but Harleen still heard him.

She stared at the sad excuse for a man for a moment before releasing her hold on the Joker who shot up grabbing the syringe from the unprepared doctor and knocked him back before straddling him. Harleen watched calmly as he began stabbing the syringe into his chest rapidly at all different angles, the doctor screamed at the pain. He was purposely targeting non-lethal parts of the body, he wanted this man to suffer. Jeanie was just then brought out of the hospital to see the situation and somehow found the strength to start crawling towards the scene on her bloody legs "No! Jack, stop!" she screamed grabbing him but he flung her back like a bag of garbage.

She attempted to get close again but Harleen held her back as everyone watched, not daring to get close to maniac in fear of being hurt themselves, cowards, Harleen thought "Who's laughing now asshole?!" Joker yelled before plunging the needle into Joseph's heart repeatedly until he stopped breathing.

Joker started to sway on his feet as he stood up, the adrenalin gone he now submitted to the sedatives with ease and began to fall back but was caught by Harleen who rested him on the ground watching the guards put a straitjacket and muzzle on him before throwing him unceremoniously into the back of a transportation van to get him back to the asylum "Come on, clean up this mess people, we need to get this hospital up and running again!" she heard behind her.

She looked over at the body of Joseph Napier, she scowled in disgust "Worm," she muttered and kicked his corpse for good measure.