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POV- Harley Quinn

The sting from the last hit still rested on my cheek. I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My cheek was slightly more pink than the other and it still stung a bit.

Shrugging it off I walked over to my mattress and sat back down. Suddenly there was a gun shot from down the hallway.

Thinking back to the conversation I just had with the Joker I realized he never told me why he has killed the people he has killed.

He told me there were reasons. Reasons that I didn't know. Whether there were many reasons or just one reason, I would probably never know what those reasons are.

Sighing to myself I let my thoughts wander. I started thinking about how I acted when we were talking. I seemed crazy. But I'm not crazy. Not crazy at all.

Something took over me, because I have no idea what I was thinking. Maybe it was shock from that I'd just killed a person.

The Joker was confused. It was written all over his face. Especially when I told him that Ryan was going to ruin everything. That is the truth though. He was going to ruin my precious plan.

My scheme was almost ruined because of Ryan. That is why he had to go. I couldn't just stand off to the side while he tried to abolish everything.

I have everything planned out now. Or at least I think I do. The day he's going to try to kill me I'll get up early and plant timed bombs around the warehouse. That way it'll get him distracted. I can get my revenge.

It will feel so good to finally be free from him. To finally not have to worry. Well, there will always be something to worry about here. It's Gotham.

Suddenly one of the Jokers men came into my room. He stood there looking at me with wide eyes. I looked down and realized I still had blood caked on my outfit.

He walked over and handed me new clothes, a red sweatshirt and black sweatpants. After a moment he was still standing there expectantly.

"I'm guessing I'm supposed to change into these, so would you um leave?", I asked him.

"Oh! Um ya sure."

He walked out and shut the door. I changed quickly, opened the door and handed him my costume.

"Boss wants you by the way. I'm supposed to take you down to the room."

The henchman grabbed me by the arm and walked me down the hallway. As we kept walking and not turning to one of the other doors, I started to get nervous.

Is he going to kill me now? Oh god. I'm not ready for this. I don't want to be killed today. I can't be killed today.

Abruptly we turned and went through the second to the last door in the hallway. I exhaled in relief.

The room is dim, only the tall lamp in the far corner lit up some of it. A small metal table with two matching chairs is in the middle of the room. At one of the chairs facing the door is the Joker.

He's sitting there twirling the pocket knife through his purple gloved fingers. Dark, cold eyes are distance as he looks at the knife.

The henchman clears his throat. Joker doesn't even move, or look up. It's like we're not even here. Hesitantly the henchman takes a step forward.

"Boss?" Nothing. "Boss? I've-"

He doesn't get to finish. The Joker puts a bullet through his head, all the way through. He starts to chuckle. His laugh is deep and low pitched.

The body is now on the floor, blood pooling up around it, and around my boots. I look down at the body. Not knowing what I should do. I'm not phased by it though. Which some small part of me is alarmed by that. That small part is Harleen. Or just some part of me that hasn't cracked yet.

I didn't notice the Joker had stopped laughing. Looking up I saw he was gazing at me, but curiously.

"Joker", I said nodding my head once.

"Harleen", he answered, eyes narrowed.

"It's Harley", I mumbled.

"Uh, what was that, Harleen?"

"It's Harley."

"Oh, so now you like the nickname?"

"I prefer it over Harleen. I think it suits me better."

"Ah. I see" He paused. "You can sit, Harley."

"I'm fine", I said back to him.

The Joker moved his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, staring once again at me.

I shifted uncomfortably under his stare.

After minutes of not liking the staring I asked, "Why did you call me here?"

"You never told me why you killed Ryan."

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Answer my question Harleen."

"It's Harley. And I already told you why."

The Joker didn't say anything, he only looked at me. I sighed in frustration.

"I told you that he was going to ruin everything."

"Uh, yes, but you never told me what exactly he was going to ruin."

"Why do I need to tell you that?"

"Because I want to know, now tell me", he demanded, his voice got deeper and I knew he was getting frustrated.

I had to make up something fast because I couldn't just tell him my plan. Just then an idea popped into my head. I could only tell him half the truth.

"Ryan was going to ruin my chances of possibly escaping from here."

The Joker sat there. I didn't know if he was shocked, angry or surprised. He didn't do anything though so he couldn't have been that angry.

Abruptly he got up and made his way towards me. Backing up a little, my back hit the wall.

Well crap.

"You think you'd really be able to just uh, escape from here? Are you even capable of that?"

"I'm perfectly capable", I said confidently.

His hand was about to grab my face but I batted it away quickly. It was a bad mistake though. He got mad fast and grabbed my chin hard. His hand crushing my jaw, and it hurt. A knife was brought to my cheek.

"You can never escape from here. You wouldn't be able to" He paused. "Actually, I don't think you'll get the chance to escape."

My eyes slightly widened. He can't kill me now. Well, he could. He's perfectly capable to kill me.

"But of course I don't know what you're capable of."

What? He's been telling me this whole time I've been here that I'm stupid and not capable of basically anything and now he decides that he really doesn't know?

The knife was put back in his pocket after a moment and he stepped back.

The Joker starts pacing back and forth. Bringing out his knife, I noticed the blade wasn't out. His shoulders were hunched slightly as he paced.

Then I heard the distinctive sound of the knife being clicked open. Looking at him again I noticed he was getting more animated with his thoughts. He started mumbling to himself and started to tap the blade on his hand.

After a moment the blade started to cut into his hand. Small cuts appeared and began to bleed but he didn't seem to notice.

Suddenly he turned to me, a wild grin on his face. His eyes had showed excitement as they gleamed but they were still dark.

Then he said, " Get your costume on Harley Quinn.. It's time to uh, party."

Thanks for reading guys! So I got another idea for a different story. I would write it after I finish this one. What do you guys think about a Riddler and OC fan fic? I've had this idea for a while now. Tell me what you guys think and tell me your thoughts on this chapter too! Please review! (: