It had been a few days since Harley had spoken with Pamela; she hand heard anything else from Joker and still had yet to tell Bruce of the phone call and threats. She had stayed to the manor to avoid Bruce becoming suspicious of her avoiding him, but had decided it was time to go back to her own apartment, she need to be alone for a while. She stepped into the entranceway of her apartment and closed the door with her foot; she searched in the dark for the light switch. Once the switch was in an upright position, everything in her arms clattered to the floor, she looked around her. She stood stalk still, fumbling for her phone, "Bruce, there's something I need to tell you…. No I need you to come here… and fast" she hung up and left her home

Bruce ran down the hall towards his fiancé who was slouched against the wall beside her apartment. He could see her lips moving indicating she was talking to her self or maybe even comforting her self. "Harley!" she looked up at him and smiled weakly "Bruce" she said in a singsong voice that worried him. "Harls what's wrong?" his voice was so serious in startled him slightly, she didn't answer just continued mumbling to her self, his eyes widened as the name fell from her lips 'Mistah J'. He took a deep breath and slapped her across the face, he didn't want to but it looked like the only way to snap her out of it. Her hand went to her cheek, as she slowly looked up at him "Bruce?"

"Welcome back" he smiled defeated "You were mumbling, I knew you were slipping back. It was the only thing I could think of doing that would bring you back" she smiled

"Thank you"

"Anytime" he laughed, "What did you want to tell me?"

"I got a call a few days ago, at first I thought it was a joke, but as it went on I knew it wasn't…" she trailed off

"Who was it?"

"Him" she said defeated, she put her head between her knees. She'd gone three years without him, she didn't need him now, when she did need him all he did was abuse her and make her feel worthless. No she didn't need him, no matter how much she still loved him. "What did he say?" Bruce all but snarled, she inwardly smiled knowing it was the Bat showing through

"He said if we didn't call off the engagement he would kill us both" tears welled up being held back by her lashes.

"Then he'll have to kill me" he said bluntly "I'm not calling off out marriage because the clown has his panties in a knot" he said defiantly lifting her chin "I wont let him hurt you again, I promise" he brushed his lips against hers

"There's one more thing…. He's been in my apartment…."

"How do you know?"

"It was kind hard to miss" she smiled weakly, standing up. She flicked the light on once again after Bruce had closed her door. UV paint made the room glow, a huge red grin was painted across the wall they faced, 'You're mine' was painted everywhere with 'Ha!' filling the spaces left. Harley closed her eyes, she could see his smile as clear as day, could hear his laugh floating in and out of her ears, him saying you're mine over and over as if he was standing right beside her. "That's it I'm moving you into the manor"

Harley had dressed from the ever-cooling weather, high waist black dress pants, and her cherry red heels a red dress top and her black tie. Her white lab coat was pulling tightly against her small frame, combating the cool air that haunted Arkham. "Dr. Quinzel!" Jerry called from his office "Yes Dr. Arkham?" she stopped walking and looked to the older man

"There is a package in your office, someone said it was from a Jack" a lump formed in her throat as she nodded and continued her way to her office. Sure enough there was a brown box sat atop her desk mocking her as she walked towards it, she pulled a string and ripped the brown paper off it. There was an envelope taped to the box inside

My little dragonfly,

She shuddered; she was hoping it wouldn't be from him

Such a naughty girl you have been, this does not please Daddy. You will come home right away, and Daddy will play nice, but if you don't you will force Daddy to hurt you and Mr. Wayne

Love, J

She shivered when she read the last line, he didn't love her, he didn't know what love was, she put the letter through the paper shredder, took a deep breath and opened the box. She pulled out a brand new red and black PVC jester costume; she shoved it back in the box when a knock on her door brought her out of her stare. She put the box under her desk "Come in"

"Dr. Quinzel?" a nurse asked

"Yes" she smiled

"Your patient is ready"

"Bring him in" she pulled out her note pad cursing her self for never taking time to look into his file, she sighed searching for a pen upon finding one she looked up. "Hello Harley" the pen dropped

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