Author's Note: Okay sorry about the short chapter but there this chapter needed to happen before I can get into some of the prison stuff. Thank you to the reviewer who pointed out some confusion with names in one of the chapters, I will go back and clear it up. I think the level of violence Harley shows in this is pretty accurate to her reaction of being separated from Joker, combined with the exhaustion of the night's events. Anyway as always please let me know what you think.
Chapter Twenty Four.
Harley hummed Jazz music to herself as Batman yanked her out of his car, the cool night air biting at her soaked skin in the dark night. A pair of solid handcuffs were snapped in place behind her back as Batman stood in front of Harley on the cracked pavement and began patting his hands up and down Harleys body, yanking weapons from almost invisible hiding places. Harley giggled loudly, jerking forward and snapping her teeth as Batman touched her "Do you like playing with me Batsy?" Harley purred.
With his expression hidden behind his iconic mask, Batman jerked Harley around without a word and pushed her towards the building they stood in front of. An aging brick building with thick steel framed doors stood under a gleaming steel sign announcing 'Gotham City Police Department'. Harley did not struggle as she was shoved through the doors and into the reception of the Police Department.
Flickering fluorescent lights illuminated the cheap grey linoleum floor and peeling white wallpaper. A thick screen of bulletproof glass separated the room from a small reception desk, with a pair of coded doors leading out the back of the room. The thin, greying man behind the reception desk looked up at the abrupt entrance mid sip of his coffee and let out a garbled cough, sending droplets spraying across the desk.
There was a moment of silence as he opened and closed his mouth, before picking up the phone and muttering into it quickly. Harley watched on in amusement, her upper arm held tightly in Batman's grip. The minute the coded doors burst open, she was released and Batman was gone, vanishing through the exit and into the night "Loving me and leaving me Batsy!" Harley called behind her as the wave of armed police men descended upon her.
Her upper arms were once again gripped as the group of policemen discussed the situation. "Our fine boys in blue" Harley sung, assessing the group. No one seemed to want to meet her eyes as they ignored her words. Harley leaned back slightly, allowing her knees to loosen and bend ever so slightly, the men holding her arms took this as a sign of her weakening state and gripped tighter.
Abruptly Harley swung her legs up and delivered a powerful double kick to the chest and neck of the nearest man, sending him careening to the floor, where he laid still, seemingly unconscious. There was a moment of stunned stillness which Harley used to her advantage as she yanked herself forward, free from the now slackened grip of the men holding her. Jumping with her knees tucked to her chest, Harley swung her cuffed hands underneath her and out front of her body.
With no hesitation she delivered a brutal blow of both fists to the head of a young woman closest to her, sending the obvious rookie stumbling backwards to the floor, clutching her head dazedly. The group of law enforcement officers seemed jolted to action at the sight as Harley leapt forward and bodily tackled one of the group to the group, ensuring her shoulder checked his head to the ground with a sickening crack, kicking to her left viciously to send an approaching officer backwards, though he remained standing. Harley leapt upwards, twisting in a cat-like manner as she spun behind the officer reaching for her, his gun trained on her.
Harley pulled the chain of her cuffed hands tightly to his throat, bringing her leg up to kick the gun from his hand as he raised his hands to clutch at the obstruction to his oxygen desperately. The two remaining, uninjured, officers froze, guns trained as the room came to a standstill. Harley assessed the situation quickly, before laughing loudly and yanking the her hands back, tightening her grip on the man's throat. The officers gripped their guns tighter and clicked off the safeties in a motion that seemed choreographed. "I thought you wanted to play" Harley announced. "Let the man go, Quinzel" A gruff voiced officer stated, eyeing Harleys every movement.
With an eye roll Harley abruptly threw the man heavily to one side, sending him crashing into the separating glass of the reception desk where he slid to the ground, unmoving. Both officers descended on her before she could move and gripped her tightly, holding her arms tightly to her side. Without a word they marched her through the coded doors and into a cell, where she was thrown in abruptly, and slammed the door behind her.
Harley studied the small cell, a typical grey room with a seatless toilet to one side, a steel bench attached to wall of the other side, and nothing else. Harley sat herself cross legged onto the bench and began humming to herself, her mind filled with thoughts of Joker. She hoped he would make an explosion when he came for her, he knew she loved the colours.
Harley frowned, she hoped he wasn't injured when he left the car. She was glad he had left, if he had stayed she would have slowed him down, he might have been captured too, and Harley had been through a lot to break him out the first time. Shaking all thoughts from her head, Harley shivered slightly, her damp clothing sticking to her ghostly skin as she moved to lie sideways on the steel shelf, her head hanging off the edge as she kicked her legs up to lean up the wall, the grey bricks pressing harshly into her bare legs.
Harley closed her eyes and allowed the swirling colours of her mind to blur together, green and silver flashing predominantly as she hummed a made up tune to herself. She knew Joker would come for her; she was his and he was hers, and nobody was allowed to touch Mister J's things. Harley laughed to herself at the thought, her mind's image of Joker obsessively pressed into her brain, she would never be worried while her Puddin' was still breathing.
Harley had moved to singing show tunes when the heavy cell door was opened and three heavily armed guards entered slowly. Moving quickly, Harley swung herself to a sitting position, facing the guards. With one guard remaining unmoving with a gun trained on her, the two others yanked her into a standing position, uncuffing her wrists and yanking her hands back behind her back, they re cuffed her. "How'd you know I like it rough" Harley teased, growling at the nearest guard, who flinched backwards slightly.
"Shut it, Harlequin" He spoke, his voice gruff as he steeled his shoulders, acting tough. "Don't speak to her newbie" the guard with a gun trained on Harley said roughly. Harley giggled "I think there's enough to go around, no need to be jealous" She winked. The men did their best to ignore her as they lead her from the room and down the dull brown linoleum hallway.
Harley was pushed into a dark room, a camera was set up in front of a dull grey backdrop, with a height board set to the side. The room was empty of anything else. "No funny business Quinn" The lead guard said as he locked the door behind them. Harley handcuffs were removed as she was lead in front of the the camera. "Gonna take some pictures?" Harley said, running a hand down her cheek, pulling back her hand she caught sight of the smeared makeup now along her hand.
Frowning at the sight Harley had a board shoved into her hands. The board stated the date, along with Gotham Police Dept', and read 'Quinn, Harley'. "Your boyfriend will be joining you for glamour shots soon enough" One of the younger men sneered, his gun trained on Harley. Harley snapped her teeth at the man, before turning to glare down the lense of the camera, her hair hanging in damp strands in front of her face.
The pictures were taken quickly, Harley remained steady, though her body was exhausting quickly. The board was taken from her quickly, she was then cuffed and lead out of the room to yet another small, dull room. An interview room, Harley recognised, with a steel table bolted to the floor along with two chairs facing each other. A large mirrored glass section of the wall reflected the room back at her.
Harley was quickly seated at the table, where her cuffs were removed momentarily to be threaded through a steel loop on the table before being reattached to her wrists. Her feet were then cuffed to the chair legs. Once Harley was restrained, the men left quickly, firmly locking the door behind them.
Harley remained steady in her seat, not allowing any sign of weakness to show in the presence of the two way mirror. It was not long before a well dressed man entered the room. The beefy man with neatly groomed greying hair was dressed in an immaculate police uniform as he took the seat opposite Harley, studying her as he sat.
"Harley Quinn. You killed one of my men on the way in here. Two more are in hospital, another with a medic" The man stated, his face steady though his lips thinned as he spoke. Harley laughed "If you play in my sandpit, you're going to get dirty" Harley teased, threat lacing her words. The man glared "This city does not belong to you" He growled. Harley rolled her eyes "Gotham is Mister J's city, and I'm going to tear you up when he comes to get me" Harley assured the man, sending a grin at him, made all the more ominous by her smeared makeup and drenched hair.
The man clenched his fists and shook his head "He won't find you" He stated, his stern demeanor breaking ever so slightly at the threat of what would happen should Joker and Harley be reunited. Harley laughed loudly, no humour in the sound as it echoed around the dim room "Mister J will come get me, it doesn't matter where you try to hide me" Harley said, the conviction of her words entirely assured in her mind. She knew she was right, it was just a matter of time.
"The higher ups are you having you transferred to a pit, you'll stay there, he won't be getting to you" The man said. Harley stuck her tongue out at the man childishly "I'm sure it will be a party" She said. A tap on the two way mirror had the man standing quickly and moving out of the room. Harley rolled her neck slightly, feeling an ache from her face where Batman had hit her, she would need to get revenge for that she thought.
Before long the same police officer entered the room, his shoulders steeled and face grim. He didn't say a word as he uncuffed Harley's hands and feet and gripped her tightly, keeping her down in the seat. In practiced unison a fleet of heavily armed men dressed completely in black riot gear entered the room, Harley painted a beaming smile onto her face and grinned at the helmeted men.
"Harley Quinn, nice to meet 'cha" She introduced, before two men stepped forward and bodily lifted her from the chair. Harley was quickly shoved into a straight jacket and had her ankles shackled together. As the man was shackling her ankles Harley drew a knee up, colliding it with the jaw of the man, all guns in the room were raised and trained on Harley, as she laughed at the man who had fallen backwards and was slowly making his way to his feet. "Touchy, touchy" Harley sung, her eyelids feeling heavy.
Harley could not see any escape route at this moment, her mind ran on three different tracks as usual as she considered her escape routes, each idea accompanied by her mental voice talking through the ideas with varying degrees of violence and enthusiasm. Harley hummed to herself, focusing on her thoughts as she was shoved from the room, and quickly surrounded by the armed men. "So which brand of organised crime are you? I don't see any letters" Harley asked pleasantly as she was lead through the coded doors and through the reception, to the entrance.
A giggle escaped Harley at the sight of the blood smeared in various places around the room, her giggles taking a dark turn as she imagined how much more carnage she would cause when she got her revenge on all who stood between her reunion with Joker. Though the men were clearly trained intensely, having not said a word to Harley at all, a few gripped their weapons tighter, and shifted slightly at the sound of her laughter.
Two large heavily armored black vans stood at the front of the police station, the back of the vans were windowless and blank of any identification. The front windows tinted darkly. Abruptly Harley was pushed into the back of the front van, where she was seated onto one of the two steel benches lining the back of the van. Half of the group of men piled in behind Harley, surrounding her on the benches. A strappy harness was quickly attached to Harley, keeping her in place against the van wall, as she snapped her teeth and laughed maniacally at anyone who got close to her.
When one man got his gloved hand a little too close to Harley's face, she threw her head to the side and sank her teeth into his cloth covered wrist. The man let out a high pitched grunt as he yanked his arm away from her, stumbling back into the bench opposite Harley. "Tranq' her, the threat's too high" the last man to enter the van said, slamming the doors shut behind him.
The man closest to Harley withdrew a syringe from a pouch on his belt, before uncapping it. "If you touch me with that I'll cut off your fingers and sew them to-" Harley was cut off by the man pressing the syringe into her neck and injecting a flood of sedative into her bloodstream.
The man pulled the needle from her skin and recapped it, putting the needle away. Harley fought the sedative as best she could. Though medications like this normally had little effect on Harley, the powerful dosage combined with her exhausted body sent blackness creeping into the edges of her vision. Losing the battle to keep her eyes open, Harley let her heavy lids slide closed. Images of herself with Joker, tearing apart all who distanced them filled her mind as she drifted into the carnival whirlwind of her subconscious mind.