Chapter 4: The Arena For Freedom
~The Arena, Lindsey Stirling - Brave Enough~
Zara woke up on something cold and hard. The hard faded wooden floor that she was seated upon. She also felt a slight pain from her wrist as she saw her wrist handcuffed to an old-school radiator. The leaned on the wall lazily, as she tried to wake up from her current state. Her head felt like it was going to explode with the huge migraine that made her head bang on the inside. And her wrist had some cuts and blood from the handcuffs cutting her. She immediately checked her surroundings and observe the room she was in. The walls of the room looked unpainted, with obvious signs of the original concrete wall showing in between cracks. Also, there was only one wooden brown door, and a single light source hanging from the ceiling above her with a string falling down from it.
As if on cue, the door had slammed open and The Joker had walked. He was wearing a fancy white business blouse with the sleeves rolled up with a few buttons undone, his suspender holsters that held his guns were on his shoulders, black slacks and black workout combat boots. His green hair was slicked back like usual and he didn't seem to have his purple glove, but his tattoo of a cheery smile with a perfect set of teeth. Zara blinked twice, as her tired eyes keeping her from being awake as she felt The Joker unlock her handcuffs and grab her scratched up wrists. Pain shot up her arm as she flinched, but he's grip on her wrist only of tighter.
"Good. You're awake." He said as he slapped her face. She was now fully awake. Anger had boiled up in her as she realized what The Joker and Harley Quinn did to her last night. She wanted parents, but didn't sign up for this. He pulled her up and dragged her wrist into the kitchen/living room where a man with a chef's apron was cooking, another man sitting on the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, and another man sitting on the worn out maroon sofa typing something seamlessly on his laptop. "Sit." He ordered. Zara slumped into the chair and food was served just as she arrived at her chair. She also saw The Joker sit in the chair across from her and Harley coming out of the door with a bathrobe and towel around her head. "Mornin' John." She greeted the dark skinned man on the sofa. "Hey, Doll face." He answered with his voice deep as he didn't look away from his computer. Harley walked over to the table and took a seat beside Zara. "Mornin' David, Oliver." Greeted Harley. "Mornin'." They both said in unison as they didn't look up from what they were doing. A slight Swedish accent coming from David and a heavy British accent coming from Oliver. "And Mornin' Mistah J!" She said as she kissed The Joker. Zara just started to eat to distracting her from her obvious anger she was trying to hid. She munched on the chocolate puff cereal, trying to distract herself from the obvious anger and fear in her."Oh, Zara! Mornin'! How was your sleep?" She asked cheerfully. Zara didn't speak, to afraid what would come out of her mouth. Suddenly, The Joker slapped her across the face. Leaving a red print on Zara's cheek. She held her cheek in pain as she looked up at the two. "My Harls, asked you a question." The Joker growled. Zara finished her cereal she laid the spoon down on the table. "Fine." She muttered under her breath as she quickly stood up from the chair and walked away to a hallway.
Trying to find a way out, once she was out of sight from the pair, she started running and opening doors. Finding neither of what she wanted. As she found a big door, which she assumed was the main, she ran up to it; only to be dragged behind by The Joker who grabbed her from the back of the neck and slammed her against the wall. She fell down, only to be picked up by her throat again and up against the wall. The Joker took out a knife and pressed it against her arm. "Zara, if you want to be part of this family, we have to teach you some manners." He said. "I didn't even ask to be 'part of the family'! I asked for a family anyways! Not a psycho freak clown and his insane girlfriend!" She managed to choke out. She realized that wasn't the right thing to say as she saw The Joker frown as he dug the knife in her arm. Silenced screams escaped her mouth, as she was being choked. The Joker finished carving a diamond on her arm, as he shoved her back into the wall from her neck. She flopped to the floor as The Joker started to kick her in the stomach and legs. She curled up in a ball in pain, as he kept going. He even started to stomp on her arms and legs as she tried to move away. A little while longer her stopped, and saw Zara lying in the floor, beaten up and bleeding from her arm. He picked her up from her neck one last time as he whined in protest, but to beaten to stop him as she grabbed his had around her neck. "Do you understand?" He growled. "Yes." Chocked out Zara. He slammed her on the wall again. "Wrong. Yes what?" He asked again. "Yes Joker." She mumbled. He slammed her again once more, causing her to groan in pain. "Yes Dad!" She said weakly. "Good. Now go get stitched up in the kitchen." He finished as he let go of her limp body.
She fell to the floor with a flop, thinking that she should get up before he comes back. She tiredly got up and headed for the kitchen. "This is, Oliver. He's the doctor here and will stitch you up." He said as Oliver waved his hand. Oliver had fair skin, sky blue to grey eyes, a chiseled jawline and thick brown shaggy and curly hair. He was wearing a baseball tee and regular black jeans and black converse. 'How did he end up working for The Joker, with looking like he wouldn't hurt a fly' she will never know."That is John, he is our, tech guy." Introduced The Joker. "What's up?" John replied, with his deep voice and still typing away. He had short black hair, dark skin and chocolate brown eyes. He was also wearing a leather jacket, with a grey tee, black cargo pants and grey combat boots. 'He looked more like a soldier that a tech genius' she thought. "That is David, our cook and also Tech guy." He said. David nodded as he took a sip of his coffee and looked down on his phone. He had peachy skin, dirty blonde hair, with a matching dirty blond to almost brown stubble, ocean blue eyes and glasses. He was wearing a raven black sweatshirt and a collar sticking from underneath, khaki pants and vans sneakers. 'He looked like typical computer tech and quote on quote 'stereotypical geek' Zara thought. "Everyone, this is Zara. Me and Harley's daughter." The Joker said As he lead her to the chair in front of Oliver to stitch her arm up. He soon left the room to find Harley."Hello Zara. I'm Oliver. I hope you can understand me with my 'heavy British accent' as everyone says." He said as he held her arm in his hands. "I can understand you. And your accent is not that heavy." She said as he grabbed a cloth from the cupboard and soaked it in water. "Finally! At least i'm not the only one who thinks the same." He muttered to her as he winked and cleaned up her arm. She winced in pain but the four had made small talk while Zara was getting her stitches.