AN: Hello, hello did y'all miss me guys. I missed you so just want to say that imma gonna try to update as much as I can but I have got my GCSE'S to worry about because I'm still trying to get to grips that I have that shit to worry about now. So yeah give me a review on what you want to see, well read but you know what I mean, so let's get straight to it.

Diablo- Am I gonna get hurt in this again.

Harley and Dead- He better not *Loads shotgun*

Tia- Look guys no hard feelings right. *slowly backing away*

Harley and Dead- GET HER! *Runs after Tia*

Tia- AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Diablo- Remember to review guys, see you on the flip side.

Flash backs

I always seem to be waking up in pain, I can barely breath without a stabbing pain in my ribs. Oh yeah Flag. Man one day I'm so going to burn him to ash. Okay what I'm laying on is way too soft to be the ground. Must have been moved to the couch. I try to pry my eyes open only to receive blinding light which is making my killer headache hurt even more. Maybe if I keep them closed it will just go away.

"Hey sugar I saw you open your eyes, are you awake or is it just the crazy in my head?" Right, Harley. That explains why I am on the couch and not the cruel, cold floor. I opened my eyes again only to see Harley looking into them. "Hey Harls." I said to her, she gave me a smile.

I try to sit up only to get shooting pains through my chest. I couldn't help but grunt in pain. Gentle hands pushed me back down onto the couch. "Stay lying down sugar, I think that you have broken a few ribs." Ah right, that would explain the shooting pains. "The last thing I remember before blacking out was a lot of shouting, what happened Harls?" I said trying not to sound completely pathetic. "So basically, when Flag was going full out on your ribcage me and Dead where being restrained by the other guards, so we couldn't help you, but Dead was not just gonna sit around while you were a human kicking bag. He punched the guards that where holding him and ran over to Flag and knocked him right in the teeth. The others holding me let go to go and get Dead and I ran over to you but you were completely knocked out. Flag was so pissed, that he told the guards that Dead was to be taken to his cell and locked in there for the rest of the day. Flag went with them and I haven't seen him since. I took you over to the couch and put you here, you were only out for about half an hour." Right, I'm just going to try and wrap my head round all of this. Now I'm defiantly going to burn Flag to a crisp when I get the chance.

I'm going to guess that we still have about three hours before we get lunch then work, which should be fun to do with broken ribs. So I guess me and Harls can just chat till then.

Don't get me wrong I know that she is the Joker's girl but I also know that she hates him too. "Harls, can I ask you something?" she looks over at me and smiles. "Sure sugar, what is it?" I'm probably going to regret this but I might as well ask. "When we get out of here are you still going to go back to the Joker?" Her smile faded. Man I'm stepping on thin ice.

"No I'm not." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I was just relieved to hear her say that. I didn't want her to go back to him because from what she told me and dead he used to abuse her. A lot. She deserved better than that. "Honestly sugar, I was hoping that when we get out I could chill with you and Dead." She wanted to stay with me. I didn't even know what to say, to be honest I was happy. I like spending time with her. "But, I'll tell you what I am not waiting until they decide that we can go. I think that we should escape with dead." Now that I can agree with.

"I do too, we should start thinking about how we are going to do this. We could hide from the guards after dinner before they come to take us back to our cells and wait until no one is guarding the room the climb the scaffolding to the guard passage ways. There has got to be a path leading to an exit from there." I have honestly been thinking of ways to escape once I got here. But there was no way I could do it alone. "That might work." Harley says looking at me with one of her crazy smiles. "So it agreed, we will talk to Dead when he is no longer grounded." She couldn't help but do a little giggle at that.

I'm going to sound like a whinny child if I say this but whatever "I'm bored." I state as a matter of fact. It wasn't exactly fun here but we make the best out of it. "Wanna play twenty Questions?" I can't help but smile as Harls always knows some sort of game to play whenever we are bored. "Sure thing, you first." She smiles at me like a small child on Christmas who just got their favourite toy from under the tree. "Okay, were you born with these tattoos or did you get them done?" I guess I haven't told her that before so it's a good question.

"I was born with them, they came with the powers I guess." She looked surprised but that is what I kind of expected normal people don't get born with tattoos all over there body, but hey I'm not normal. "My turn, what is your favourite food?" Why did I just ask that? That is the creepiest thing to say but it was the first thing that came to my head. "Pizza of course." She said as if I should have known that but whatever. "My turn, where did you grow up?"

Oh right I kinda what to forget about my childhood it was a bit of a shit storm. "Gotham, you know the really shitty bit where you can't go five minutes down the road without being stabbed yeah I lived there till I was ten." She looked a bit confused, she is probably going to wonder why I only lived there till I was ten. "Why did you only live there till you where ten?" Yep I saw that coming. I might as well tell her the truth. "I ran away from my dad then and lived on the street." She looked really shocked but it is untestable.

"Why did you run away?" I couldn't lie to her even if I wanted to it is just not a thing that I could willingly do to her. "Well my Mum died when I was born and my dad blamed me for it. Said that I was the child of the devil with my fire and looking like a freak with my tattoos. He used to put me in fights but I hid from him most of the time just in hope to get away from him. When I turned ten I was sick of it so I ran away and slept on the streets." It wasn't as bad as it sounds I would sometimes sleep in abandoned houses anything was better than being with him.

Flashback- 8 year old Diablo is hiding in a closet

"WHERE ARE YOU BOY, DON'T THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME!" Oh no he was going to find me again. I don't want to fight, I never do but he makes me. I can hear him stomping around opening doors looking for me. It's only a matter of time before he finds me. The door I was hiding behind was suddenly opened and a large, ugly man was standing in front of it. "THERE YOU ARE YOU LITTLE FREAK, HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME!"

He grabbed me by my short, brown hair and pulled me out into the open. "YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT THIS TIME FREAK!" He raised his sweaty hand up high into a fist only to bring it back down again with tremendous force onto my small tattooed face. I cried in pain as he did this over and over again each time worse than the last. When he was finished the side of my face already had bruises forming on it and my nose was gushing with hot red blood. He let go of my hair causing me to come crashing down on the hard wooden floor. My vision was already starting to fade with black dots blinking their way into my eyes.

"You are nothing but an ugly freak who killed their mother." This was all I ever heard from him and how I was a freak. He only kept me alive so that he could put me in fights to use my power so he could get money to buy beer and drugs. They call me El Diablo at the fights it means The Devil and is what I am? The devil.

End of flashback

"People get hurt sometimes the people closets to you, I learned if no one gets close to me then they can't get hurt." I said to her with a sad smile on my face. They I felt her hand on mine so I looked up. "Well you are just going to have to make an exception for me then sugar." She said almost sounding like a child. I smiled one of the sweetest smiles I have done in my entire life. "For you Harls I would do anything." Oh that came out really cheesy but oh well.

"I'm sorry Diablo I shouldn't have asked about that I could tell that it brought up some bad memories." I forgive her. I would always forgive her. It wasn't her fault it just happens sometimes nothing we can do about it. "It's fine Harley I don't mind, shit happens sometimes and there isn't anything we can do about it." I hated it when she felt bad. It was like I can feel it too when she is unhappy it hurts me too. "Why do Croc and Boom hate you Diablo?" That was very random but it's a fair question. "It's because I'm a freak Harley." She looked at me with a very irritated face. She obviously didn't like that answer. "That's not true Diablo, don't say things like that about yourself you are not a freak." Of course it is true, I mean look at me. That is all anyone ever says about me. I'm nothing but a monster and a freak. "Harley if people start to call you it enough then you start to believe it yourself." I say without looking at her as I didn't want to see her disappointment in me. "Diablo you are not a freak and you never have been." I swear she has this power when she can make you change her mind with jus some simple words. "Thanks Harls."

I tried to stifle a yawn because truth be told I was shattered almost as much as my ribs where at the moment. By the look on Harley's face I could tell that I didn't do a very good job at hiding the fact I was really tired. "You should get some rest sugar we still have about two hours before lunch." I let out a small laugh only because it was true. "Alright Harls." She smile and moved from her space on the floor to her lifting my head up so she could sit there and then she lowered my head onto her lap. "Night sugar." She said placing a light kiss to my head. "Night Harls." I said closing my eyes in hope to get some sleep before lunch.

Harley pov

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, I could tell that he was shattered. When we were talking his eyes where drooping down a little. I wasn't tired so I just sat there stroking his arm and listening to his gentle snoring. It's been a really bad day for him. With him getting the crap beaten out of him this morning for having a migraine and not being able to move, Croc almost chocking him to death for no reason what so ever and then having his ribs broken for being blamed for something he didn't do. I just wasn't fair. He has never done anything wrong yet he has had the shit beaten out of him all the time.

Before I got here Dead told me that no one would stick up for him so this would happen all the time. He would just be a bloody mess in the corner of the hall from Croc and Boom taking out all of their anger on him. It wasn't fair. Diablo stirred a bit in his sleep scrunching his face as if in pain. I rubbed his arm until he relaxed into my hand again. I remember they day I got here like it was yesterday.

Flashback- They day that Harley arrived at the prison.

I was pushed into a wide open room which had other people wearing orange pyjamas like me in it. I walked in a bit further only to be greeted by a weird guy and his scaly friend. "Why hello sweet heart, what brings a lovely thing like you in the slammer with guys like us." He said with what I can only assume is meant to be a charming grin and a horrible Australian accent. But I do not have time for him he looks even more crazy then I am.

"None of your business." He looked very angry that I had said that. Good I haven't killed anyone for about ten hours I was getting bored. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder only to turn around a see the famous Dead shot looking very smug. "Look Boom I think it is best that you leave Miss Harley Quinn alone unless you want the Joker on your tail." He backed off as soon as Dead Shot mentioned Mr J I guess it's because no one wants to mess around with the Joker unless you have a death wish or two.

Dead shot lead me away over to four couches placed in a square and sat me down. Honestly he didn't have to do that I had it under control. "Hey I had that." I said to him pouting like a child. He just looked at me amused for some reason. "Of course you did girl." He just said plainly. The he looks at me and sticks out his hand. "I'm Dead Shot but just call me Dead it is much easier." I take has hand and shake it. "I'm Harley Quinn but just call me Harls." He nods and then points to the scaly guy and the guy that was hitting on me. "Over there is Killer Croc and Captain Boomerang, over by the workout station." Then he points to two girls over sitting at some tables. "That is Katana and Enchantress Sitting at the tables." Then he moves his finger to a guy sitting in the corner of the room all alone. "And that is El diablo in the corner."

Just as he said that Croc and that Boom guy walked over to Diablo and just started to mock him. "Hey what are they doing?" Dead just looked over to me as if he was warning me not to do anything crazy. "Don't get involved, this happens a lot to him." I was confused what he meant by that until I saw croc grab the guy's shirt and pull him up to his feet. Then he slammed Diablo's head into the wall and when he fell to the ground they stared to kick and punch him. Diablo started to cry out in pain but they didn't stop only laugh. That wasn't fair he didn't do anything. I started to stand up only to be pulled back down again by Dead. "We have got to help him, he didn't do anything wrong!" Dead just looked at me sympathetically then back at the horrible scene that was happening right in front of us. I didn't understand, we had to help him.

"There is nothing you can do Croc is like twice the size of you. He will tear you limb from limb, it's best to just not make it any worse for the kid." WHAT we just had to sit there and leave him to be beaten for no reason that's just not fair. Then Croc and Boom stopped. They just laughed at his pain and walk away and back over to the workout station. I slowly get up and walk over to where Diablo is and kneel down with Dead not too far behind me. I turn the guy over only to see that he has lots of really pretty tattoos all over his face but that wasn't the only thing. He was covered in blood and barley conscious.

"Look I'm not going to hurt you okay." I said to him without trying not to sound like a crazy psychopath that I am. He just gave me a very weak nod in return. I grabbed one of his arms and put it over my shoulder trying not to hurt him anymore then he already is. While Dead did the same with his other arm. Between the two of us we managed to get him standing and over the couch where me and Dead where just at. We lowered him down onto the couch. I ripped off a bit of my jumpsuit and stared to wipe the blood of off his face.

"I'm Harley by the way." I guessed he was a bit confused to why a random person came and helped him for no reason, when no one else apparently ever has helped him before. "Diablo." He said allowing me to hear the pain in his voice. "Why are you helping a freak like me?" He asks me. Did he just call himself a freak? Not on my watch. "Okay, one you are not a freak and two us bad guy have got to stick together." I said giving him a sweet smile. Which he returned.

End of flashback

I just sit there and smiled to myself.

AN: Hello, hello okay that's the end of that chapter please review I want to know y'all opinions and I know I'm a shitty writer but it took me a day to write this and my hands are killin from all this typin.

Tia- See this chapter was not so bad, it was pretty nice.

Diablo- WHY DID I HAVE SUCH A SHITTY CHILDHOOD!

Harley- WHY DID BOOM HIT ON ME!

Dead Shot- WHERE THE HELL DID I GO!

Tia- Man everyone is a critic today aren't they. Anyway I'll see you all on the flipside.