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POV- Harley Quinn

I've had enough with him.

"Now let me ask you something Mister J."

Slight confusion swept across his painted face. He didn't speak. Time to mess with him.

"I had snuck out that day. You, yourself, tell me not to sneak out or else. I snuck out that night, but I beat up four guards twice my size, and saved you guys from getting caught. So tell me this, what is this 'or else'."

The Joker started shaking with anger. It was written across his face.

"What? Are you going to carve my face? Are you going to-"

He slammed his hands on the table, making me jump slightly.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Don't show any fear.

"You listen to me and listen to me good. I should have killed you when I had the many chances to", he said, pausing to lick his lip.

My breathing quickened. His knife was on my neck. The silver blade started cutting into my skin.

"You think I won't hurt you? You think I won't kill you, Harleen? You-"

Before I could stop myself I said, "Oh Mister J, we all know you won't kill me. You'll try, but you won't-"

"ENOUGH", he yelled at me.

Then, he slapped me across the face. My cheek started to sting a little.

"Enough with interrupting, enough with your attitude. Do you want to be uh, killed Harley?"

"No.", I said quietly.

"Well, you will anyways.", he said harshly.

I glared at him with pure hatred. His dark brown eyes showed disgust.

He let go of me suddenly and walked to the door banging on it with his fist.

Ryan opened the door and he walked past him and down the hallway.

He said I would be killed.

I was pacing back and forth in my room. Scheming for my plan once again. Joker was gone so it was just me in the hideout. For a while I stayed in my room but then it got stuffy.

Getting up I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. This hideout was a little smaller than the others. That was a good thing though. It will be easier for when I do escape.

I made my way around the hideout, curiously opening each door. Some of the rooms were empty and untouched, but one had a TV and a pool table.

Another room was smaller than some of them. It was dark with only a single light switch that turned on a bright light hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Underneath that light, a normal sized wooden chair. Nothing else was in the room.

I was about to turn off the light when I noticed something on the floor. Walking into the room I got a closer look at it.

It was a red stain. Blood. Now that I was looking I noticed more blood stains on the floor and some on the walls.

This must be where he kills people. I could be killed here.

Would he really kill me though? He's kept Ryan around almost as long as me and he hasn't been killed. And Ryan is one of his men. I was surprised he hasn't been killed yet.

Deciding I should probably go back to my room I backed up and hit the light switch and shut the door. Just when I was about to turn around my back bumped into someone.

Oh crap. Not The Joker. Please please don't be the Joker.

Turning slowly I saw that it wasn't the Joker.

It was Ryan.

"Oh! Um hi.", I said apprehensively.

Ryan looked down at me. His six foot frame towered over me. His dark brown hair was messy and he had light brown eyes.

"I won't tell him if you get back to your room now and tell me what you're doing", he told me.

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything.", I said back.

He lifted his brow and looked at me.

"Really Harley? I know what you're doing. You're planning something. I'm sure of it."

I looked down at my feet and tried to walk past him. He stepped to the side, blocking me from leaving.

"I'll let you go if you promise to tell me what you are doing when we get back to the room."

We? Is he serious? I don't know if I can trust him. What if he told the Joker about my plan?

I sighed out loud and asked, "The Joker sent you here to ask me all of this, didn't he?"

"No. I stayed here today while the rest went out. I'm only curious about what you're doing."

I raised my brow and stared at him. He stared back seriously, looking at me straight in the eyes.

"You wouldn't tell him anything?"

"Nope. Nothing at all."

Maybe I could trust him. He seemed sincere about not telling him anything..

"Alright, fine. Can I get through now?"

He stepped to the side and I walked past him. He followed after me. The hideout was quiet except for our feet tapping against the floor. I got to my room and sat on the mattress laying on the floor. Ryan came over and sat across from me.

There was a somewhat awkward silence between us until I finally spoke.

"My plan is to basically play the Joker.", I said quickly, breaking the silence.

POV- Ryan

My eyes widened slightly and my eyebrows raised.

What was she thinking? This is The Joker she's talking about.

"Oh", I said sounding surprised. "Are you su-"

She cut me off.

"Before you ask me if I'm sure I want to do this, I want to say I am sure. And I'm perfectly capable of doing it. I know I am", she told me.

She seems pretty confident.. Crap.

"Okay, okay."

I thought for a moment.

Maybe I could help her. I'm sort of tired of being the Jokers henchman.

"Do you need any help?", I asked her.

She stared at me. Harley's face showed surprise

"Um.. I don't know. Maybe", she said. I don't like she knew what to say.

"Okay well if you do then you should ask me. There's even a supply room with small bombs, guns and other weapons."

"I've already seen all of the supplies", I said laughing slightly after.

What? When did she see those?

"Why are you trying to help me?", she questioned.

I stopped and thought about it.

Why exactly I was helping her? Even I didn't know.

"I think you need my help. I don't know."

Her ocean blue eyes met mine. Brows furrowing in confusion as she realized what I just offered. She looked down and thought for a moment.

Harley lifted her head and met my eyes.

Will she let me help her?

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