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Chapter 3
An Unhappy Reunion
The door loomed above me.
With my hands shaking violently and caked with sweat I held the key that would possibly bring me face to face with my worst nightmare. I was currently standing outside the door to my apartment with my key inside the lock, but unable to turn it out of pure fear.
After I found the note that the Joker had left for me I knew I shouldn't return to my apartment, but I did anyway. I needed to know if he was really there or not; I had no idea why, but I just needed to. And now here I was, stupid me, about to possibly walk in and confront the man who had tried to kill me in the past and would, no doubt, try to kill me again if given the chance.
And here I was about to give him that chance.
With all the will power that I had left I turned the key in the lock and the bolt clicked open. I slowly pushed the door in and with a loud creak it opened half way. I took a deep breath and pushed it all the way open and walked a few short steps inside.
The room was pitch black and there was not a sound. My breath quickened as I thought I sensed movement in the room.
There's time to turn back. The door is just behind you. Back out slowly.
As I was about to act on that impulse the door slammed behind me with a bang. I jumped and before I could scream a gloved hand was clamped over my mouth and I was shoved roughly against the wall.
I couldn't see a thing, but I knew exactly who that hand belonged to and I began to try to fight back. That is until I felt a cold pressure at my neck; a knife. I froze.
"Now, now. I wouldn't try anything if I were you."
The voice was cold as ice and as dark as a black hole. It was a voice that could make even the most courageous person freeze with fear and terror. It was the voice that I used to obey, the voice that I used to love, and the voice that I hadn't heard in a year. It was the voice of the Joker.
The gloved hand was covering my nose and mouth and as I tried to breath the smell of musty and worn-out leather permeated my nose. I clawed at his hand gasping for air. He simply chuckled.
"Shh, shhh, shhh It'll aaalll be over soon," he paused and I felt his breath tickle my ear. "My little Haaarley."
My head began to swim from the lack of air and as I lost unconsciousness I heard his unmistakable cackle.
I opened my eyes to darkness…after an abrupt slap in the face that is. I let out a low groan and tried to look around. I then noticed the small crack of light in my lower vision and realized that I was blind folded.
"Gooooood morning sunshine!" sang the Joker. "How are we feeling today, Harleen? Hmm?"
I clenched my jaw as the anger coursed through my veins; anger at this stupid son of bitch for abducting me and anger at myself for letting him. My hands were tied behind me to what felt like a chair and my legs were tied together by the ankles. His voice was coming from directly in front of me and I could hear laughing from either side of me, more than likely coming from his minions.
"I see you found a new batch after what happened to the other ones," I smirked. Another slap, I could feel blood trickling down the corner of my mouth.
"Hmmmph that all you got?" I asked, keeping the smirk intact on my face.
It may be stupid, but it's the only way I have to get back at him, even just a little.
This time though my head was wrenched backward by my hair. I let out a small squeal of pain before I felt a blade at my jugular.
"One more smartass word out of you, you little bitch, and you will know exactly how it feels to have a blade through your throat. Got it?!" he yelled the last bit for emphasis and I knew that every word was true. However, he could have easily killed me already, but he hadn't. There has to be a reason he's keeping me alive.
Yeah to torture you, you idiot! After what you did to him he is going to make you regret it big time.
Even though I was scared to death a small smile came to my face as I remembered the day I had betrayed him.
"What are you smiling at Harleen? Is it a joke? You know I love jokes! Ooooo, I hope it's a good one," he put more pressure on the blade, "for your sake," his voice darkened and felt his breath on my ear.
"Well, Joker, I was just reminiscing about the day I got your ass thrown in prison," I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes as I braced for the inevitable. I felt a powerful uppercut to my jaw that launched me and the chair into air. Fortunately I don't remember the part where I landed headfirst onto the concrete; Joker and his boys laughing the whole time while my world went black.