d"Ya know, I neva realized that you were such a good actor, boss. I really thought you were gonna shoot me fer a bit there. You even had bat's fooled. " Harley began reluctantly while she got herself ready for bed.

He twitched his lip and snarled. Oh how..The retched woman. Because of her he had grown soft. No, that wasn't it. It was only assumed. It was he cause of those assumptions that was the issue, his issue; her. The troubles fester in his mind before he stood and walked to her. The clown glowered with the twitch of his fingers before finally he turned to her. It wasn't something he could let continue. He would have to show her otherwise.

"Actor...fooled? " He chuckled and shook his head. "My dear, that was no elaborate play I put on for him." His hands clasped on each side of her face. She could feel his hot breath that smelled of smoke.

"Everyone has to be willing to make sacrifices while others have to be willing ta...take one for the team. Hmm? "

A flinch came to his words as they scorched his heart. He had hurt her many times, but that had been the worst. No longer wanting to be in his embrace then she quickly shoved him away. "No..you..." The crippled feeling of both sadness and anger clung to her. "Fine..maybe if you feel that way I should just leave!"

It was a bluff; she didn't want to leave. In desperation she simply wanted to see if he did care...if he meant it. Her eyes searched desperately into those that seemed black as coal. And, nothing. There was a lingering hope that his eyes would betray him. That compassion that she had seen in them long ago was gone. None of that came. Instead she was met with a fierce growl and hard grip to the back of her neck that forced to look at him.

"You-ah wanna leave. Out in to a world where you have nothing, hmm? "

Before she could muster up her voice her jaw was struck with a swift, yet hard backhand to the face. The leather of the glove stung her face just as much as the impact. In a whimper she stumbled back and held her face.

"I'm all you have, you ungrateful little brat. "He continued and went to her with a few short steps. Harley managed to get in two dodges until his fingers and hands were firmly wrapped around her throat. A thing she use to often enjoy, but this context was different. The pressure was continuously added until her eyes began to water. Slowly the sounds around her began to have the effect as if she was underwater, her limbs grew heavy even two much just to hold them up to pry his hands away from her and her vision became blurred. Darkness began to close in around his face as she looked on. It slowly began to mix in with the dark makeup of his eyes. In one more grip he tightened one hand and released the other to throw her across the room and into a wall.

If she wanted to leave, she'd leave alright. Bluffs didn't sit right him, she'd eat her words and come to regret them after this life lesson.

Pain jolted through her body upon impact, weak she didn't bother to move and just laid crumpled on the floor while Joker walked off out of her vision. Though he didn't leave the room she could hear him going through things. In and out of consciousness she could feel the warmth of her hyenas next to her until a small luggage case was came into view in jokers hand. Then in a numbed pain her head was jerked up by the grip of hair from it. Out of the room and down the stairs she received more scraps, cuts and bruises while only yelled during the process and incoherent profanity. First was the suitcase that was tossed out the back door into the alleyway and then herself.

"Good luck, princess. " With a sneered tone he chuckled and slammed the door.