CHAPTER TEN

"J, J!" I began to scream frantically. I rushed over to the security panel and punched in his code and slid my ID card. Denied. I tried again. Denied. I forgot, they had restricted my privileges to his cell. Damn it, what could I do? I rushed over to a call box and called for Arkham Paramedics to get here. Then I remembered, there was a universal code for emergency situations.

I racked my brain for the numbers and they came. 1227. I pounded them in, blood staining the keypad, and ran to the bed.

"J, can you hear me? Please, don't die. Don't do this to me." The tears were streaming down my face and falling on to his still body. I reached down and with a little difficulty, and flipped him on his back only to see that his scars were cut open again and his throat was slit. He was cold and judging the amount of blood on the floor, he wasn't coming back.

I backed up, trying to convince myself it wasn't real as I held a bloody hand to my mouth to hold in my screams. I headed for the wall, anything that might help support me, until I backed into something soft. I spun to have my arms caught by a uniformed security guard. My eyes grew wide and I began crying into his chest.

"No need to cry, death is only the beginning." He cooed. His voice was familiar. I went to rub the tears from my eyes but he was still holding my wrists. "Ya didn't know him anyways, Harley-girl." I blinked the tears away and drew my face to his.

I was able to make out his mangled scars in the dim light and flung myself onto him, tears of happiness came now. "J? Is it really you? How could you do this to me?" I started to half heartedly hit his chest but he soon pushed me away. I turned again to the man. He didn't look too much like J, but he was wearing his uniform and the massive amount of blood hid his features. "How did you-" I was stopped by the cock of a gun and I felt the barrel press into my back.

"Quiet, we don't have much time. I am dead and you are upset, very upset. I'm taking you to the security office to calm you down. Say anything and you will have an extra hole in your head." I got it now, it was all planned. I laughed to myself, but heard footsteps.

"Trust me, I know what I am doing. When they walk in, check his pulse. They won't see your scars in this light." I pulled off his hat and tried to cover them with his long greasy hair. I ran out into the hall screaming and crying.

"He's gone, he's really gone!" I cried. I saw Thurman at the back of the pack and I ran to his arms. I buried my face deep into his shoulders. "He killed himself." I started to shake and I tried to rub the blood off my hand and decided to grip my face. "This is all my fault, all I did was tell him I was reassigned" I managed through my sobs. His blood was now smeared around my face and slowly drying.

The security guard came up behind me.

"I'll take her down to me office, try to find her some new clothes and a good, strong coffee." He mumbled in his best New York accent. Even I didn't recognize it. I flung myself on to his shoulders and started to tell him how it was my fault and how I would never forgive myself. As soon as we were out of sight, he pulled out his gun. We were running. I managed to kick off my shoes as he pulled me by my wrist. It was extremely painful but if I fell behind, he would respond by ripping me forward. His long legs made it hard to keep his pace.

"Take me to Patients personal items. I need a few things." I had to admit that I was terrified of him. There was nothing keeping him from killing me, but he did need me to get out alive.

We entered the room and he immediately began looking for his things. The room looked as if it was already torn apart by someone. I walked to the desk and began to look through what was thrown there. A few weapons, none of which were interesting to me, a few ripped up documents and something shiny. I had caught my eye as I started to walk away. I reached down and fingered the cold metal. It was a coin. I turned it over in my fingers. It was double sided but one side had been cover in soot and a few chips and nicks on it. I tried to rub it clean but it wouldn't come off.

"Harley, get over here and find my gloves." He ordered and I snapped to it. He changed shamelessly in front of me and I blushed at the thought.

After he had changed into his street clothes, we headed towards the door. He didn't have his face paint, which was a shame because it really added to his costume. I was hoping he was planning on taking me with him. I wouldn't commit any crimes, but I could be like a wife. Clean up after him, cook for him. We made a great pair.

No, Harley, you can't. He is a mass murder, he will never, ever fit into that nice little slot of husband. Killing you would be like swatting at a fly. No way would he tolerate me. I would have to just go along as a hostage and leave once out of sight. I had to get away from him; He would kill me if I didn't listen to what he said, so I was stuck. I guess I would cross that bridge when we came to it. I was, however, infuriated that he had involved me in his plans. Why couldn't he do it on my night off, let some orderly find him? My rage grew, but I couldn't let him know that.

We moved through the maze that was Arkham. I was sure that they had caught on to him and would bet every penny I own that we were going to be greeted by GPD. My nerves were shot. He kicked open the door.

Had I bet everything, I would be poor. There was no one to be seen outside of Arkham. In fact, it was so quite that I could hear both of our hearts beating. J looked around, almost like he was expecting someone. He made a small growl. I guess his corpse was a bit more convincing than he thought. Speaking of…

"What exactly did you use to cut the security guard?" I asked. He slowly turned his face to mine and smiled.

"I made one. I used this nifty typewriter that was given to me so I could write my defense. The return carriage came in handy." He said with a mischievous grin. He slowly raised the gun to my head. Oh shit, this wasn't going well. "See, now that I told ya, I'm gonna have to kill ya." He cocked the gun and I scrunched my eyes together. I might as well die here instead of running. At least it would be fast. I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, but I wasn't sobbing. I just wanted it over with. I felt movement and BANG, BANG, BANG.

Author's Note: Aww, come on, like I could ever kill our beloved Mr. J. Batman wouldn't be the same without him. :D

I took away one cliffhanger for another. I really do like this chapter, you can see a few characteristics of Harley and a few of Harleen, both of which one day will make a full fledged psychotic clown Hench-wench in training. One of those defining moments would probably be when she kinda helped him in his cell, even if Harleen protests at the top of her lungs.

I don't know when I will be updating again, but probably within the next week.

I have also started a new policy that for every review that you leave me, I will leave you one. My sister suggested that I hold this chapter ransom until I got more reviews, but I love you guys too much!

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