Oook, so I must apologize for breaking up the first chapter into two parts, it's just that I'm lazy in nature, and even though I love to write, it sadly takes a lot out of me. Here's part two! I hope you all are not TOO pissed off with my rendition of Harley! WARNING: This story will contain, like Fee, Fi, Fo, physical, psychological, and sexual abuse upon a minor. DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU!! DISCLAIMER: All obvious Batman characters © Bob Kane. I do NOT own Harley Quinn! (A/N: The second part switches back and forth from Harley to the Joker's point of view, but I will not put the P.O.V. notes within the fic, sense it will be pretty obvious who's points of views the story's being told from. Flashbacks may also occur.)

Chapter One: Of Trauma, Solace, and Trust (Part Two)

"Oh, sweetheart! Daddy's home!" I decide to make my presence known to her with a singsong voice, to satisfy my constant craving for dark humor.

Why does she still look so fucking pretty, even under these conditions?!This thought enters my mind as I open the door of my new pet's confinements, gazing upon her naked, beaten form. No matter how much I ruin her, she remains beautiful, and it's pissing me off! I guess it's been about two weeks exactly since I've abducted her, and the process of breaking her mind has made itself very easy for me, even though she was damn stubborn and determined to be as defiant and rude as she could be the first few days. But all it took was a little intense torture and humiliation to have her at the point she is currently. The girl is young as well, so her mind obviously couldn't keep on going through the psychological abuse I was constantly giving it. It's like her ordeal made her regress to an infant-like stage, and tonight I was going to rebuild her into a sadistic, maniacal bitch, who would do absolutely anything for me. That's the whole beauty of Stockholm syndrome; a captor's mind can be completely warped by it, yet they would remain oblivious to this fact. Fuck, I can even guarantee that she'll be madly in love with me by tomorrow! It all depended on me playing my cards right, so to speak, right now.

I almost burst out laughing when the stupid little slut lurched back into the dark corner nearest to her, choking herself during the attempt of trying to hide from me, making an almost comedic sounding gagging noise. Rethinking what I desperately wanted to do, I bit my teeth down on onto my tongue firmly, keeping the sadistic giggles that begged to escape inside. I was here to fool her into thinking that I cared for her-laughing at her expenses wouldn't help me at achieving my goal at all! Instead of laughing at her, which I usually did and was going to do, I decided to fake pity, walking over to her, and taking her slim, currently weak form gently into my arms. "Shhh, honey. Shhh! It's okay. Calm down, baby. Calm down! Shhh!" My feigned, soothing words surprisingly calmed the girl from her hysterics, reducing her to doing nothing but trembling and sobbing as I held her to my chest. Her head was now resting itself on my left shoulder, easily letting me fish the key to her collar from my jacket, unlocking it and gently removing it from her slender, willowy neck. I locked my gaze onto the ugly, angry red and bloodied marks the metal collar had left on her skin, admiring them as I let the hopelessly confused and traumatized teenager wail and sob while she found solace in my fake embrace.

The Joker cackled as his 14-year-old captive shrieked in pure agony and horror underneath him, as he began the act of viciously raping her fragile body. Harleen feebly struggled and screamed as the unbelievable, and unspeakable pain invaded her. She'd never felt anything as terrible as this before; how could pain on this level even exist?! It wasn't fair! This shouldn't be happening to her, she was too young! Harleen felt incredibly cheated out; her first time with a man wasn't supposed to be at all like this! It was supposed to be romantic, and gentle, and when she was an adult…she was just a teenager, she was just a sophomore in high school…she wanted to do so many more things in life than get raped. Harleen should have been angry right now, she should have been furious even, but she wasn't. She was in shock and pure agony; she was also scared beyond belief.

"IT HUURTS!! IT HURTS!!" Harleen wailed as tears flowed down her cheeks in thin streams.

"Push it out then, little girl!" The Joker's reply was teasing and cruel, making her ordeal more enjoyable to cause.

Without even thinking, Harleen tried desperately to do what her rapist suggested, not knowing that her tormentor was allowing her to succeed slightly in doing this before he thrust harshly back into her, taking away the final ounce of the hope she had left.

"Whoops! Didn't quite work, did it?!" The Chelsea-grinned man allowed himself a few bouts of laughter, which he knew would demean the young girl to no ends. He also couldn't resist giggling as Harleen shrieked with pain and sorrow, he knew just then that he stole her sanity.

Terrible, awful memories came in flashes through my mind as I felt arms embrace me gently. At this, I broke down, crying harder than I'd ever cried before in my life. For the first time since what felt like forever, I felt safe! Had I just been saved? Is the bad man gonna hurt me anymore? No, he couldn't-I'd been saved! Whoever was holding me right now rescued me; they wouldn't let me hurt anymore! Never! At first confusion flooded through my mind, followed by sadness and relief. I owed this person everything now, I had to-they saved me! My body wracked itself with nearly painful sobs and wails but I didn't care. I buried my face into the shoulder of my savior as they removed the collar that had been placed painfully around my neck, which burned so badly now. "Keep me safe! Keep me safe! Please, please please don't let him hurt me anymore! Keep me safe!" My voice squeaked as it forced its way out of my lungs, and I didn't even notice the fact that I was babbling insanely. I sounded completely understandable, to myself, that is. All that mattered now though was that somebody was holding me gently now, protectively, and that I could cling back onto them. Yes, that's all that was important. I was now safe. I was saved.