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POV-The Joker

"Going somewhere Harley?", I asked her.

I pinned her up against the wall and grabbed her wrists so she wouldn't be able to get away. She whimpered. Probably from how hard a grabbed her tiny wrists.

"Were you trying to escape Harley?"

"Look at me Harley." I waited a few moments.

Her scared blue eyes avoided mine still. I felt a flash of anger.

"Look. At. Me!" She turned her head slightly.

I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me. With my other hand I quickly grabbed my knife out of my pocket and held the silver blade up to her cheek.

"I thought that I told you not to try anything uh, stupid? Did you not hear me clearly?"

Harley glared at me. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I heard you", She said.

"You disappointed me Harley. You lied to me. And, uh ya know what? I hate liars. So, unless you want to live a little longer then I suggest you don't try to uh, escape. You hear me Harley?"

She nodded her head once. Her eyes were still pooled up with tears trying not to spill out. I backed up a little and grabbed Harley by her jacket. The small walk back to her room was silent other then her occasional sniffling.

When we got back I pushed her into the room, shut the door and locked it. I stood there for a minute. When she must have thought I walked away I heard her start sobbing.

That'll teach her. She needs to learn the rules around here.

I stormed off and went to my room. I kicked off my shoes and took the knifes out of my pocket. Walking over to the dresser I pulled out a drawer and placed each of the knifes down and organized them how I wanted.

It ticked me off when something was out of place in my drawers.

I can't stand it. After I was finished I shrugged off my jacket and hung it up. I laid down on my bed and got comfortable. Soon I drifted off to a light sleep and dreamt.

I was back in my old house from when I was younger. I saw myself playing with an old toy truck on the floor. All of a sudden I heard a slam of a door and stomping feet. My younger self panicked and I locked myself in the bathroom.

My dad came into the room I had been in and searched for something. I guessed it was me. He looked under the table and behind the curtain. Nothing. He growled in frustration and stomped over to the bathroom I was hiding in. I guessed right. While pounding on the wooden door he yelled at me to come out of there or I would be sorry. It was silent.

I didn't answer, being the dumb kid I was. After not even a minute passed he stepped back and kicked down the door. I heard my child self whimper as he picked me up by my only shirt. He was drunk, like he always had been.

"WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN?!", he bellowed at me.

I started to cry.

"Don't be such a baby!" He yelled at me.

Bringing me into the kitchen he dropped me on the table and grabbed a knife. I stared at him looking scared and serious. He walked back over to me and grabbed my chin making me look up at him.

Then he said, "Why so serious?" I didn't answer him.

"Lets put a smile on that face.", he then laughed.

I looked at him with wide eyes. He paused for a moment looking at me.

"Why so serious?"

Holding the knife up to my cheek he started to cut both sides of my face. I screamed and cried, but he didn't even care.

I woke up suddenly. I was breathing a little heavy but I was used to this. The nightmares. They were less frequent then they used to be but I was still used to them. Laying there for a minute I enjoyed the silence.

Until the one guy I had left interrupted it by knocking on the door. I got up and grabbed a gun from the nightstand. When I opened the door he was standing there like an idiot. I held up the gun and shot him right in the chest.

"HAHA!", I laughed. I walked back into the room, grabbed my jacket and stepped over his limp body.

Now I would need to get some other guys to help me. I walked down to the room two doors down from mine and knocked on the door. No answer.

I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Harley was sitting on the couch playing with the scratchy fabric on the old couch.

"Hello Harley!", I said loudly.

"Miss me?", I gave her a wide grin. When she looked up her eyes were bloodshot.

"Did ya not get enough sleep? You look terrible!"

"Thanks for the compliment.", she said sarcastically.

"Oh Harley, you need to learn how to uh, take a joke. Lighten up!", I told her.

"Maybe if you let me out of here then I would.", she snapped.

"Well well. Someone's a bit touchy. Aren't ya Harley Quinn?"

"Don't call me that.", she said through clenched teeth.

I narrowed my eyes at her then said, "Sooo I was thinking Harley, that you could help me. Uh, do me a favor."

"Do what..?", she said suspiciously narrowing her eyes. " I sat down next to her.

She tried scooting away from me slightly but I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to me.

"I was, uh thinking about robbing one of Gotham's banks soon and you would be perfect to help me! What do ya say?", I grinned at her.

"Uhhm", she pretended. "No." My grin faded.

"Oh c'mon Harley! It'll be funnn." She groaned.

"Why haven't you killed me yet? I've been here for a week and a half and I haven't done a thing."

I eyed her suspiciously. I didn't think she'd question that.. While chewing the inside of my cheek I focused my stare somewhere other then her face.

"So what's your plan?"

I looked at her again and said,"I don't plan things. I just, do things." She just looked at me, not answering.

"Well whether you like it or not you're coming with me anyways!"

She groaned. I got up and went to the door. Turning my head back to her I grinned and laughed. I opened the door and stepped out into the cool hallway.

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