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POV- Harley Quinn

I struggle to get out of his grip. He holds my hair and drags me out into the pouring rain.

"Ow! What are you doing?!", I ask him.

I can hear thunder and lightning in the distance coming towards us.

"Let me go!", I yell at him.

My nails try to claw at his hands but it doesn't help me at all. If anything he'll just get more angry with me.

I didn't think I'd done anything wrong. Yes, maybe I'd almost gotten us taken away but I did save us.

We were in the warehouse now. There were no henchmen in sight. Nobody to wonder if I'm getting killed or not, no one to help me. Well, I don't think anybody would ever help me. Especially since I killed one of their friends.

I got shoved into the room, hitting the floor hard. While trying to get up the Joker pushes me down again and I land on my back hard.

Pinning me down on the floor, he holds my wrists to the ground. He leans down close to my ear. I can feel the heat from his body radiating off of him.

"We could've got sent to Arkham because of you", he tells me in a strangely light but an angry sort of tone.

"But we didn't. I saved us from-"

"No. No no no no no. Don't talk like you're the hero of the day cause you're not", he told me.

I glared into his almost black eyes.

"Did you not see what I just did out there?!"

I couldn't stop the words from flying out of my mouth.

The Joker looks at me in a confused way as he tilts he head to the side and then starts laughing. It starts deep but then gets high pitched and crazier.

"Yes. I did Harley. But you know what you didn't do?"

"What?", I asked confused.

"You didn't impress me. I don't see why you keep telling me you're capable of many things, you aren't capable of much actually, from what I saw."

"Why are you so bent on seeing what I'm capable of? Is this some kind of plan of yours?", I asked.

"I don't plan things. I've told you that before."

This gets me more frustrated.

Before I even know what I'm doing I shove him off of me and get up. He's up before I am though.

"You don't know what I'm capable of. You don't know what I can do."

"Oh, I don't?", he asks mockingly.

My brows furrow.

Why is he doing this? What is he doing?

Running up I punch him in the stomach.

The Joker starts to laugh at me.

"Is- is that all you've got, Harleen?", he asks in between laughs.

I run at him again, my fist clenched aiming for his jaw. At the last second he grabs my fist, twisting my wrist.

"Ya know, Harleen, you can't be so uh, predictable."

"It's Harley", I growl at him.

A gasp of pain comes from my mouth. He lets go suddenly.

What I wasn't expecting was when he punched me in the face. I hear a crack as my head whips to the side. When I face him again, he looks at my face and chuckles.

After feeling something running down to my chin my hand immediately goes up to my nose.

Sure enough there was blood. I shoot daggers at the Joker who's laughing at my expression.

Don't just stand there get back at him!

Before I know what I'm doing my fist is hitting the Joker in the side of the face. The feeling of his scars against my knuckles is strange and rough.

He looks back up at me and my eyes widen. His eyes seem black as he stared me down. Blood started dripping down his chin. Moving his hair out of the way I realized I made a mistake.

The left scar had opened and was now bleeding heavily. The Joker touched it with his gloved hand. It came back with bloodied fingers.

He growled and turned his dark gaze on me. I stared right back trying to swallow the slight fear building up inside me.

Would he kill me now? I can't die now. My plan wouldn't go through. I wouldn't get my revenge. I can't die.

Suddenly he lunged at me, pinning me against the wall, grabbing my throat.

He's going to kill me. I'm going to die in the hands of the Joker.

His fingers curled around my neck, choking me further. When I tried to breathe the Joker grinned evilly.

"You're going to die soon Harley. It'll be a slow and uh, painful death. I'll make sure of it."

"W-why didn't you just kill me before?", I choked.

"It wouldn't be as fun if I killed you quickly."

"Fun? Wh-. "

I stopped talking.

This was all part of his plan. I'd always known that I was part of some plan of his, but now it came to full realization. He wanted to break me. Find someone to hurt and damage. All for fun.

For some reason his grip loosened. I mustered up some strength and pushed his hand from me and shoved him away.

"Get away from me!", I try to shout. It hurt my throat as I coughed once.

He stumbled but caught himself.

"What on earth have I done to you?", he asks me, faking innocence.

"What have you done to me? What have you done to me?! You've hurt me! This whole time I've been here! You've done nothing but hurt me!", I yelled at him.

I started to cough again but recovered quickly.

All he did was laugh at me. Laughing in my face.

Frustrated, angry tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

His high pitched laughing kept going and sounded somewhat distant.

Suddenly I felt like everything was closing in. I started breathing heavy.

I need to get out of here. Get out of here. Now!

I've had enough. Enough of the Joker. Enough of everything, everything I've become since he kidnapped me.

Then I ran out of the room. I could hear the Joker yelling for me to come back, but I didn't.

Running out of the warehouse and into the pouring rain the tears poured down my face. I wasn't sad though. Just angry, frustrated, broken.

Shaking with anger I fell to the wet ground. My head went into my hands.

I screamed aloud, letting some of my anger out. But it wasn't enough. I need my revenge once and for all.

The thunder and lightning was close now. Lightning light up the sky and everything around it.

That's when I saw it. I saw my reflection in the puddle beneath me.

It wasn't me at all, not the real me.

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