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POV- Harley Quinn

Two Days Later

Today was the day. The day I would get revenge on the Joker for using me. For all that he put me through. I knew what he was doing today.

I had figured it out by keeping watch, but from a safe distance. By eavesdropping on everything the henchmen and the Joker talked about I'd figured out that today was the day I would die. I've been preparing myself, just in case.

If I died, well, that wasn't okay. All of the trouble I've gone through would be a waste. I cannot die today.

Before the henchmen got up I decided it would be a good idea to set up the explosives. The Joker had been gone for the past two days. Nobody new where he was or what he was doing. The henchmen were so idiotic they didn't know I'd been wandering around the hideout for the past couple days too.

Getting up I lifted up the dirty mattress and grabbed the five mini bombs.

Yesterday I had found them in the room next to the Joker's with all the other weapons. I also had grabbed the oversized hammer and set it in the room two doors down so I could grab it on my way out of here.

When I got all of them together I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway. As I went down the hall I placed each little bomb about four feet apart from each other, making sure I set them a minute apart to go off. Nobody would notice them seeing they were covered by the shadows.

Just as I was about to turn around and go back to my room I almost forgot the room where I would possibly face my death.

There was two more bombs left. Before I fully walked into the room I looked down the hallway to make sure nobody was there. Nothing.

I quickly placed the bombs near the middle part of the walls to the left and right of the chair in the middle of the room. The times on those had the most on them, hopefully they will go off.

When I was finished I shut the door quietly and hurriedly made my way back to my room. I walked into my room, shut the door and sat on the tiny mattress.

My plan was perfect. He won't see it coming. I don't think he's suspected a thing either.

I laughed. It sounded macabre while it echoed slightly throughout the room. My hand went to cover my mouth. I couldn't have anybody wake up yet.

I got out the face paint that I'd stolen, also under the mattress, and started to smear the white paint over my face. Next was the eyes. The black paint covered under my eyes up to my eyebrows. Grabbing the red lipstick I put a good coat of it on my lips.

The past couple days I have planned for my escape. It's perfect and I'm confident it will work. By me placing the bombs in the room they will go off at some point and will help me get the Joker tied up in the chair. Then the real fun begins.

When the bombs go off that should alert somebody and have the police come here. I should be gone by the time they get here, and when they do the Joker will be arrested and taken for good. I'll finally be out of his grasp. I'll be free.

I got up and paced the room just waiting.

After what seemed like hours of anticipation and nervousness the henchmen came through the door. They both took each of my arms and led me down the hallway. I was surprised they didn't question the grease paint all over my face.

When we got in the room the Joker was standing against the wall in the shadows. The henchmen held me down to the chair and tied the rope quickly. What they didn't realize is how loose and sloppy the knot was.

Perfect.

After that they hurried their way out.

I waited for the Joker to start speaking but all he did was stare down at me. Maybe wondering where and how I got the paint. I decided I would talk first.

"So, it's been fun hasn't it?"

That took him off guard. He looked at me as if he just realized I was here. Under the paint I could see his brows furrowing.

"I think it's been fun for the both of us. Hasn't it Joker?", I questioned.

He narrowed his eyes at me, looking at my face.

It's like I'm talking to a brick wall. Why won't he say anything?

"I must say, it has been fun having someone to uh, push around", he said to me licking his lip.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

"But like all good things, they must go some day... Good bye Harleen Quinzel."

He was just going to get it done quickly and over with? Why aren't the bombs going off?! None of them in the hall are going off.

I started to panic.

While he was raising the knife everything seemed to slow down in time. The past five months flashed through my head.

From the time I got kidnapped and wondered who on earth the Joker was, to when I thought I loved him. Then to when I was thinking on the Gotham City clock that he was only using me, which he had been.

To when I started to crack and killed Ryan. The memory of his bloodied, cut up body flashed through my mind.

Finally the events of this month. From the money at the mob's hideout and being held at gun point and to a couple days ago when I was at my breaking point. The Joker broke me. And finally now. Just when the Joker thinks he's won.

Has he won?

Was this the end for me?

The knife was so close to my face and neck I thought for sure I was going to die. Quickly I untied my wrists.

In these last few seconds I really do believe I'm going to die. I try to think of something happy but I can't think of anything. How can you when you're about to die in the hands of a psychotic mass murdering clown?

I caught the Jokers eye as he laughed maniacally. His black eyes had a sort of gleam in them. You could really see the insanity in his expression at that moment. Did I look like that when killing Ryan? Did I really have the same monstrous look?

The bombs finally went off. Pieces of concrete wall flew everywhere. Both the Joker and I were blown backwards.

Getting up quickly, I grabbed the Joker, tried sitting him up and tied his wrists together around the back of the chair. A gun fell out of his pocket so I grabbed that too.

"Oh I must say you've improved since the first time you were here", he said while sitting up on the chair.

"Shut up", I told him.

"You thought you'd won didn't you?", I asked him.

"In fact, I did Harleen", he grinned at me.

"But you didn't."

"You will never win. You'll be locked up in Arkham now", I said confidently.

He started to move around in attempt to get out of the restraints.

"Don't. Move", I deadpanned.

"And what are you going to do if I try to get out again? Huh Harleen?", he questioned mockingly.

"I'll shoot you."

I held a gun up and pointed it at him.

He cackled at this.

"Oh really? You wouldn't really do that Harleen. We both know that."

"You think I wouldn't?"

"Nope", he said popping the p at the end.

"Try me", I challenged.

We sat there in silence, staring each other down. He narrowed his eyes as he chewed on his cheek.

Suddenly his right hand had somehow gotten out of the rope. He threw the pocket knife in my direction but missed my head by about an inch.

In the process of it being thrown, he tried lunging at me. Out of fear and being startled I pulled the trigger on the gun.

I heard a sort of strangled growl of pain come from the Joker. As I looked down at him I realized I really did shoot him.

I shot him.

He was trying to laugh it off like usual but it was hard to for him. The laugh came out more as a gasp.

I just shot the Joker.

His hand moved away from his body to reveal a bloody left shoulder. The Joker's hand was quite bloody too. He looked up at me and growled again, his black eyes looked up at me.

I walked around behind him carefully, tying up his wrists again. He must have been in too much pain to move. Then I walked back in front of him.

"You-you shot me", he said in disbelief.

"Yes. I did", I answered, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Wh-why?", he tried saying, clearly in pain.

"You had a plan Joker. And, look where that got you", I told him.

He started shaking with anger.

"Your plan was to see what I was capable of. Then break me, take every drop of sanity I had left and throw it away. And I only ask this. Why. Me."

The Joker sat there, his hands tied up behind his back and confusion, disbelief and anger was written across his painted face. He had nothing to say, and that's what I was going for.

"I ruined your plan by playing you at your own game. Tell me Joker, how does it feel? How do you feel right now? Do you feel angry, frustrated that you, the Clown Prince of Crime, have been played by the Harlequin?"

He didn't say a word. His black eyes only glared at me.

Was there really anything for him to say?

"Sometimes it is only madness that makes us what we are, Joker."

Sirens sounded in the distance. We both turned our heads towards the door.

Finally.

"Well, that's my cue to go", I said sighing.

I laughed menacingly. The Jokers eyes narrowed.

"Goodbye uh, Mister J", I said mocking him.

I cackled again.

The sirens were now getting closer. Waving my fingers at him I walked down to the next room, grabbing the huge hammer and putting it over my shoulder. It was perfect.

Then I jogged slightly through the crumbling warehouse and out the back door.

I could hear the cars skid to a halt in the front. Cops started yelling orders in the warehouse.

As I jogged away from the hideout I felt great, holding my arms out, feeling the light rain falling on my face and skin. I twirled and smirked, feeling proud of myself.

The rain started pouring down and I let out a happy laugh.

Revenge is sweet.

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