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POV-Harleen Quinzel

White ceiling is all I saw. My hand went up to my face to block the blinding fluorescent light from my sleepy eyes. When my hand reached my head, it hurt. A headache started to form near my temple. I turned my head to the right and was face to face with the stranger. I jumped from being so startled.

What was going on?

My breathing quickened and my thoughts started going a mile a minute.

"Well uh, hello Harleeen.", I heard him say.

My eyebrows furrowed.

Where was I? And why was I face to face with the strange clown man?

I instantly scooted back some. He smiled a smile I wouldn't be able to forget. He had horrible scars. They reached to the upper side of his cheek and when he grinned they became more prominent.

"Where am I and-", I started to say but then he cut me off.

"Shshshsh", he said while patting my cheek. "You don't need to know that yet."

I tried moving away from him but I couldn't. He got up and sat on a chair across from me. I tried sitting up but felt too dizzy. I focused my gaze around the room. White paint was starting to peel off the walls. I then noticed some stains on the floor.

Was that blood? There isn't any windows in the room either! How would I get out of here then?

"Sooo.. Whatcha thinking about Harley? Not planning to, uh, escape are ya?" I stopped thinking for a moment.

How did he know that? And what's with the nickname? Harley..

I shook my head slowly to avoid any pain.

He raised his eyebrow. "Well then, don't ya want to know who I am Harley?", he innocently asked me.

His eyes searched mine for an answer.

Then all he said was, "I'm the Joker."

I suddenly got more curious about him.

"Oh, and uh, I hope you don't mind me calling you Harley. You better get used to that. Hahaha!" I felt my eyes widen from the higher pitched laughter.

Why was he laughing? What was funny about this?

When I looked at him confused he only laughed more.

The Joker huh? Maybe he was an unknown criminal..

Before I could even think I said, "Why am I here?".

"You don't need to know."

I got somewhat frustrated.

Why can't I know?! I needed and wanted to go home. I have work in the morning.

When he got up again I flinched. He walked to the door.

Where was he going now?

"I'm going out for a while. So don't try anything, ah, stupid.", he said as he started to cackle throwing his head back.

"I won't", I told him.

Joker took one last look at me then stepped out and slammed the door. I was left there lying on the old couch. The material scratched at my skin and made me feel uncomfortable.

I needed to think of a plan to get out of here. What would he do to me if I stayed here? Then again, what would he do if I tried to escape? Maybe when he was asleep I could try to sneak out and make a break for it. I could run to my apartment, pack some important things and go get on a plane. I could call my friend and ask to stay with her too..

My curiosity got the better of me so I slowly got up to a sitting position. Then I pushed myself off the couch. My head spun for a moment and I got really dizzy. I leaned myself up against the couch for support until the black spots disappeared from my vision.

Steadying myself on the side of the couch I fully stood up and crept to the door. Reaching for the door knob I turned it.

It opened. I grinned and had some hope that I'd be able to get out of here. But all that hoped drained out of me when I saw two men guarding the door. They were very muscular and weren't as tall as the Joker, but they were close. Both of them were intimidating too.

I felt like an ant compared to them. I froze when they stared me down and slowly backed up. While walking back to the couch the door shut and I heard a small click sound. They locked the door. Jerks.

That's wonderful! Now how was I supposed to get out of here? Stupid guards.

I sighed in frustration.

For what seemed like hours of waiting, my tiredness got the better of me. I started to drift off to sleep. My eyes were tired and my head still hurt.

I woke up to darkness. It seemed like it had only been a couple of hours.

I wonder if the clown is here..

It was nighttime now. My eyes adjusted to where I could see the outline of the door. I needed to get out of here. When I tried to move I realized my wrist was cuffed to something. I jerked my wrist a couple more times but I couldn't move.

Maybe there was room to slip my hand out..

I started to squeeze my hand out of the handcuff. It hurt my hand but I had to forget about the pain, I needed to escape from here. Finally after a couple of minutes my hand was out of the cuff.

Getting up I slowly tiptoed to the door. My hand searched for the knob and found it. I turned the knob slightly. It was unlocked. Opening the door I poked my head out some.

No guards. They must be asleep. I stepped out into the hallway. There was an eerie silence. The only sound was my breathing.

I looked down both ends of the hallway but could only see a couple of feet until it was too dark to see but I chose to take a right. I put my ear up to each door while walking down. At one of the doors I heard snoring.

Must be the guards room.

Then I realized that it was a dead end.

I turned on my heel but then bumped into someone. The person grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me up against the wall.

"Going somewhere Harley?", the person asked.

I recognized the voice instantly.

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