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Disclaimer : I do not own Harley Quinn or the Joker but I do own the henchman Ryan.

POV- Harley Quinn

He doesn't know what I'm capable of.

I was pacing back and forth angrily in my room.

But now he thinks I'm just a stupid girl. He won't expect me playing him at his own game.

In the middle of me laughing darkly Ryan came in to give me my food. He only looked at me out of the corner of his eye while slowly setting the food on the bed.

"Thank you.", I said to him quietly.

"Sure thing."

He was about to walk out of the room when I asked, "How long have you been helping Mister J?"

Ryan stopped with his hand on the door knob, still not facing me.

"Maybe too long."

He opened the door, stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

Maybe too long? What did that mean?

I wondered if he might not want to be here. Maybe he doesn't want to help the Joker.

Maybe he could help me. He probably has most of the Joker's trust. But maybe I should keep him out of it. If I told him then he could easily diminish my plans. And I wouldn't want that.

"Not at all," I said to myself.

I picked up the burger and chewed it slowly, savoring the taste of it. With how the Joker is there is no telling when you'll get food. If you get any.

The hot food slid down my throat.

It reminded me of where I was a little over three months ago.

Three months ago I sat in the old break room sipping my coffee, minding my own business. The next night I was taken by the infamous criminal, the Joker.

Three months ago everything that I had made to be my life had been perfect. I was perfectly happy with how things were going. Until he showed up and took me away. He turned me into what I am now.

I didn't know who I was anymore. He turned me into someone dark, someone cold. I didn't care about anything anymore. It was like I was becoming more like him, or more like a criminal. It's a funny world I live in. You never know what is going to happen to you.

Especially here.

The GCPD had stopped searching for me and presumed me dead about two weeks ago. It's crazy how so much can happen in such little time. Nobody even cared. People have moved on.

It was time for me to get on with my plan. After playing the Joker at his own game I can run off and become a criminal. I will be the Harley Quinn. Nobody will be able to stop me. Nobody will get in my way of this precious plan of mine. And I will make sure of it.

The rest of the day consisted of sitting around doing absolutely nothing. I was bored out of mind. The Joker had left hours ago and took

everyone with him. Ryan said it was something with the Mob.

I decided to get up and walk around the warehouse. The hallway was colder than my closed up room, it was nice.

I made my way down the hallway looking in every room. Just as I was about to go down some steps, I noticed a door I had almost missed. I put my hand on the cold knob and tried to turn it. It didn't open. As I sighed I was about to turn around when I remembered I had an extra bobby pin.

Feeling for the bobby pin in the back of my head, I found it tucked underneath my hair. I took the pin and started to pick the lock.

After only under a minute I heard a satisfying click. Smiling to myself, I put my hand back on the knob and turned it all the way.

The door creaked a little when it opened. Inside there were loads of crates, bags, and various weapons. Walking in I shut the door behind me. As I was walking around I looked for a weapon I could use. Like the Joker has with his knifes.

I roamed around the room for a while looking at the different weapons. As I was about done looking I spotted a oversized hammer in the back of the room. Smiling to myself I walked across the room and went to the hammer.

It was perfect and it was just what I was looking for. Just as I was about to pick it up, a voice startled me.

"Hello Harley."

I pulled my hand back quickly but didn't turn around.

"Jo-, Mister J.", I said quietly.

"Why are you out, Harley?", he said slowly, his voice dangerously low.

"I was just looking around.", I shrugged my shoulders slightly.

Suddenly I felt a gloved hand on the back of my throat. He seemed violent today- not that he ever wasn't. I felt his hot breath on my skin and the heat radiating off of him.

"Don't leave unless I tell you to.", he said through clenched teeth.

He was about to pull me out the room with him when I jerked out of his grip and backed up from him.

I wasn't in the mood to be controlled and I knew I needed to start resisting him.

The Joker balled up his fists and turned.

"Don't fight with me, Harley!", he jumped at me, I punched him in the gut and stepped to the side.

Doubling over he fell into the crates

He didn't move for a minute.

Maybe he's unconscious.

I grinned to myself feeling proud and started walking towards the door.

All of a sudden I heard something move. I spun around but was too slow. The Joker grabbed my arm and slapped me. I bit my tongue to stop myself from yelling at him.

I stood there shocked. My cheek stung. We were both breathing heavy. He suddenly grabbed my chin with his purple gloved hand.

"Stop trying to fight with me, Harley. You won't get anywhere and you won't win. I hope you start listening to me and stop acting uh, stupid. You hear me?", he said, eyes dark.

He licked his bottom lip.

"I won't listen to you. And I'm not stupid.", I said with clenched teeth.

"Uh, yes you will, and sure.", he chuckled darkly.

He grabbed me by my shoulder hard and practically dragged me out of the room and down the hallway.

When we got to my room he shoved me inside and I fell. He slammed the door shut.

I will never listen. I'm not stupid. He doesn't know what I'm capable of.

I didn't realize I was shaking with anger. My fists were balled up again at my sides. I sat down in the middle of the room and fought back the angry tears threatening to spill out.

He thinks he can just tell me what to do and slap me around? No. Oh no.

I will make him pay.

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