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POV- Harley Quinn

2 Weeks Later

The past two weeks have been hard. Training and doing gymnastics routines every day was exhausting. I had built up some muscle though. Now if I had to fight the Joker in any way I would be stronger, faster, better.

I had also talked to Ryan a little. But not much. At first I was suspicious but now I'm only mad. Mad at myself and at Ryan. I've been seeing him talk to the Joker instead. Ryan had told me that the Joker was telling him he was going to get rid of me in two weeks. It's strange how he had that planned out though..

Last week I was walking back to my room when I saw Ryan whispering to the Joker. I didn't hear much but only a little of what they were saying.

"Are you sure?", the Joker asked.

"Of course!", Ryan said back to him.

All I heard back from the Joker was something about 'not being capable of that'.

They are talking about me!

Ryan noticed that I was staring at them. He glanced over at me and quickly averted his eyes. Then the Joker looked at me. His dark eyes met mine. He looked suspicious too.

Are they talking about me? Is Ryan telling him everything? Oh crap. No.

I looked at the ground and started walking quickly to my room. When I got there I shut the door and sat down with my back up against it.

I'm sure Ryan was telling the Joker my plan.

I started getting mad. This wasn't supposed to happen. This can't happen. I have to do something. But what exactly? I didn't know.

I was pacing in my room. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ryan poked his head in. He was looking at his feet.

"Yes Ryan?", I asked him.

"I can't help you."

"Wait. What? Why not?", I questioned.

My voice started to get louder.

"I don't know. I don't want to. You're on your own now Harley", he told me.

He started walking out.

"Wait! What the hell?! Ryan!", I yelled after him.

Ryan kept walking. Then he stopped, but only shut the door behind him.

I sat there fuming.

How could he do this? He's going to turn against me! I hate Ryan. I hate him.

Now that I had seen Ryan talking to the Joker more, that only made me even more mad. A total of three times I've seen him try to talk to the Joker.

Would he tell the Joker my plan? I can't have that happen. It won't happen. I would have to make sure it didn't. Getting out of here is the most important thing to me and it will not be ruined.

Thinking about it only made me even more mad. In fact, it made me furious. These past couple of months have turned my life into a complete mess. I felt like I was turning into a crazy person. It certainly seemed like it.

All of a sudden I heard a gun shot. I hope it was Ryan. Then the Joker's macabre laughing echoed through the place. Normally I would have flinched from the gun shot a month or two ago, but I was used to it now. And being around the Joker, you have to get used to it.

That's one of the things that sort of made me wonder about myself now. I guess you could say I'm used to death. It doesn't have an affect on me anymore.

For example, that kid who got shot by the Joker about two months ago for annoying him didn't bother me that much. I was in shock or a minute but after I thought about it, I realized it didn't bother me.

Another example would be the guards that I hurt. One of them wasn't so lucky and got their neck snapped, by me. Even when I thought about how I probably just killed someone with my own hands, I didn't feel guilty. Some people would call me crazy. Some would call me insane.

I have to face the truth. The Harleen Quinzel I knew four months ago is gone. I had a feeling she wasn't coming back either. I'm now Harley Quinn. I'm what people would consider a criminal because of what I've done.

I got so lost in my thoughts. Maybe I really am going crazy. I sighed out loud.

I need to focus on what I'm going to do. The Joker should be ready to get rid of me soon. I'm surprised he hasn't already. I would think he would have killed me after all the attitude I've given him.

Maybe he really should have killed me in the beginning. It may seem bad that I'm thinking like this but you kind of have to if you're living in the same place as the clown prince of crime himself.

But if he's going to get rid of me soon then I need to be sure of what I'm going do for my plan. I need to be ready.

I didn't know what I should do about Ryan. I can't just do nothing about it. That wouldn't help a thing. He has already made me mad though.

I can't have any help. I need to do this alone.

POV- Joker

The gun shot echoed through the hideout. I laughed at the limp body on the floor. Got him right in the head. The blood started pouring out of his head. His skin started paling. Another one of my henchmen down. I looked at the other guys who were standing there looking shocked.

"Well uh, don't just stand there. Clean it up!", I snapped at them, licking my lip after.

All three of them looked at each other. Two of them grabbed the body and the other went off somewhere else.

Better be getting some cleaning supplies.

I walked away and went to the game room. Sitting on one of the cushiony chairs, I thought. It was peaceful for once.

Ryan suddenly came through the door and said, "Boss! What happened out there?"

I tried to say something but he kept going on.

"Did he get shot? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Ryan! Shut up."

His mouth instantly shut. I waved him off and he went out the door. Cracking my neck I sat there thinking again. My tongue felt the scars on the inside of my mouth as I concentrated.

Ever since a week ago he's been annoying the crap out of me. He's been sucking up to me for some reason and he keeps talking about Harley. Which isn't good. I have no idea what he is doing. Or what he is up to, but I have to do something about him.

It has to be soon too.

I got up and walked out of the room. This needs to be done now. I can't wait any longer. Ryan needs to go.

I finally found him. He was sitting with the other guys in one of the rooms with the TV. I grabbed him by his shirt and he stood up. Then I grabbed him by the arm and brought him out of the room with me.

"Hey! What- what are you doing?!", he asked.

Oh shut up.

I rolled my eyes at him. Heading down the hallway I practically had to drag him. But I'd had enough of dragging him.

Suddenly I stopped abruptly. He bumped into me a little and I turned my head.

"Pick up your feet!", I told him forcefully.

Finally we reached the room at the end of the hallway. I flipped the switch to the single light. It flickered on.

I shoved Ryan through the door and he stumbled, almost falling.

He turned around and faced me, his eyes wide.

"Hey! N-no! What are you doing?", he asked, raising his voice.

Sorry, that's a little bit of a cliff hanger. But I had to! Haha. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please please review! (: