Author's Note: A very short chapter, it is just a small piece of her time here that needed to come before the next chapter. To make up for this short chapter I will post the next one in the next couple days. This one I think shows more of Harleys thoughts and feelings truly towards Joker. I think it's important to show that Harley is not brainwashed by Joker, she is a Queen in her own right; and she will stand by her King. This chapter should be pretty fast paced, I wanted to show how very bad the 'good' guys will be in the name of progress. Possibly in the next two chapters Joker will have his POV. A massive thank you to readers, reviewers, favouriters, and followers; you are the reason I continue this story.
Chapter Twenty Six.
Harley did not know how much time had passed. She tried to keep track, adding a line to her tattooed collection on her leg whenever she felt a week had passed; but they days blurred together. Her thoughts of Joker were constant, she needed to be back where she belonged, she had never belonged anywhere but with him.
The guards had been warned about her, told to be wary, they delivered the slop they called food in pairs now. Sitting on the cold floor, Harley reminisced on her time with Joker. No one understood him like she did, that had been true since their therapy sessions all that time ago. She had never been happy, truly happy until she had met him. He made her strong, he forced nothing and expected nothing but for her to act without inhibition. She loved him more than life, and she would take life from anyone who kept them apart.
The slot on the door slid open abruptly, Griggs' face appearing on the other side of the cell door. "Up you get, Sexy. You have a visit with a shrink" He called, his ever present smirk on his face. Harley laughed loudly at this. A therapist? How interesting, Joker would laugh loudly when she told him about this. Bounding to a standing position, Harley sidled up to the door. "That's funny!" Harley called, waiting as the locks on the door were undone. The door was pushed open and Harley was met with the usual guns and guard's.
Harley was quickly shackled, and lead from the cell with a large group of heavily armed men surrounding her. The journey was short, and Harley soon found herself chained to a steel chair, a metal table in front of her, with a matching chair remained empty as three guards stood silently at the edges of the room. The room itself was as plain as the others in Belle Reve, though cheap wooden panels covered the cold concrete walls here. A pair of overhead lights struggled to illuminate the room with a flickering yellow glow.
A man entered the room, short with a prominent belly covered by a classic grey suit. He swiped a hand across his thin brown hair as he entered the room, his ruddy face blank of expression. He took the seat across from Harley, shuffling through some papers he set them down on the table and pulled out a shining black pen. "My name is Doctor Morris, I've been asked to come and ask you some questions" He said, finally looking up at Harley.
Harley laughed slowly "I know how this works Morris. You wanna play with me?" Harley asked. Floods of thoughts ran through her as she stared at the man. She did not want to be here; the only person she had therapy with was Joker. Morris cleared his throat thickly and wrote quickly. "Would you call yourself Joker's girlfriend, Miss Quinzel?" He asked.
Harley rolled her eyes "It's Harley Quinn. Joker is mine and I am his" She stated, shifting in her seat, the movement causing the guard's to tense. Morris hummed, transcribing what she wrote. "Your crimes are numerous; theft, murder, arson, terrorism, to name a few. What made you turn to crime? You were a respected Doctor" He pushed forward.
Harley threw her head back with a groan "Your questions are boring. I'm bad, it's what I do" Harley answered, her face devoid of it's usual smile. "You weren't always bad" Morris argued, never stopping with his note taking. Harley pushed forward in her seat, bringing her head as far forward as she could "I was always bad on the inside. My Mister J let me become my real self" She said, before laughing and leaning backwards; she knew his type, the small amount of information she gave would excite him beyond anything else.
Morris' hand flew across the page as he copied what she said. "You think you can fix me Doc? There's nothing to fix" Harley added. Morris sniffed and looked back up "I believe you have been brain washed, you have no control over your situation. Perhaps offset by something in your childhood, you have no ability to control your behaviours due to a weak willpower" Morris stated, sounding as though he was voicing his thoughts aloud.
Harley pouted "You don't think I have will power?" She teased. Morris sighed "I'm going to try Electroconvulsive Therapy with you, I think the outlook on this treatment with you will be promising in removing Jokers control on you" He said, sounding as though he was discussing the weather. Harley was silent for a moment before she began laughing, slowly getting louder. Harley jerked in her chair "Let's play!" Harley shouted. Thrills ran through Harley as she was uncuffed from the chair and lead from the room.
Harley jerked in the hold of the guards, who held her firmly as they tugged her down the hallway and into the elevator. Harley laughed maniacally as she was moved from the elevator and down another hallway; which she struggled to see much of surrounded by the bodies of the guards. They were going to shock her brain.
Thoughts of her time with Joker in the ECT room at Arkham Asylum flooded her brain. She could handle it. She handled it the first time because she is strong she told herself. But Joker was not there this time. Joker was not showing her what he went through, this time, because Harley knew then as she knew now, that Joker wanted to her to understand him. He wanted her to prove how strong she was. She would show them aswell, for Joker, she would show them that she was worthy of being the Queen of Gotham.
With the sounds of door locks coming undone, Harley was in yet another grey room, this time a table stood in the center of the room; equipment Harley recognised as Electroconvulsive therapy devices stood to the side. The men lifted Harley onto the table, three strapped her down while the rest filed from the room; locking it behind them. Testing the straps, Harley twisted her body, the cool metal of the table pressed against her skin.
Morris stood at Harleys side, fiddling with the equipment. "You understand how this works, Harley. Normally patients are to be sedated before-" Harley interrupted by laughing sharply "Before you try to fry my brain, I don't need no sedation. Do it. Do it, do it, do it" Harley sung lowly, never breaking eye contact with Morris. The Doctor did not say a word as he pulled a mouth guard from the steel tray beside him. Pressing the piece into Harley's mouth, he glanced to the side, eyeing the stoic guards. "It has been requested that I perform this treatment on you. I would never normally rush this on the first session, but, well..." He said, seemingly trying to distance himself from his future actions.
Harley stared into his eyes, daring him to proceed. He blinked quickly and looked away, picking up the instruments and holding them to the sides of Harley's head. He seemed curious, Harley thought, maybe he had a little bad in him too. Slowly Morris reached one hand back and pressed a couple switches on the machine, causing a low hum to emanate through the room. Harley steeled herself as he brought both hands back into position, before pressing the instruments to Harley's head.
The current hit Harley all at once, her body jerked into seizure motions as she felt a laugh escape her crazily. She welcomed the pain, it was familiar, yet different. Her mind drifted backwards, darkness seeping around the edges of the usual bright colours of her mind. Memories floated in pieces through her mind, the sound disjointed and mismatched.
Harley latched onto thoughts of Joker and abruptly he appeared. The world was dark, floating, it did not exist; but Joker was there. Joker was real, before her, he was dressed as he had been when she had last seen him; so beautiful he was otherworldly. "Puddin'" She breathed, reaching for him. He flickered as she neared, his laugh drifting to her like music. "I don't like people touching my things, Harlequin" He rasped, the wide smile on his face a promise of death "We're going to, uh, tear them up" He continued. Harley beamed at him, her laughter joining his.
Abruptly he was gone, Harley felt her heartbreak once again at his absence. Memories of what seemed like a lifetime ago, from before she had even been Doctor Harleen Quinzel flashed before her, images of the bad men her mother had brought around and the things they had done. Harley tried to close her eyes, but how could she inside her own mind? The memories faded little by little, Harley found it hard to recall the details that had been so vividly burned into her brain when she had been Harleen Quinzel. A scream ripped from Harleys throat, turning into a wild laugh.
The pain faded, and Harley jerked her eyes open, looking up at the man who was most definitely not her Mister J. "Double dare you to do it again, Doc" Harley hissed, laughing wildly. The pain and confusion in her mind had the colours swirl brighter in her head, shapes twisting into thoughts that made her laugh in the chaos of it all. Harley felt an anger burning within her, she had seen Joker, she needed to be with him. He understood, he would help her make these people pay.
Morris stared at her in worry, doubt seeping into his eyes. She could see him realising that she could not be twisted back into the shell of a person she had been Before. "How are you feeling, Harley?" He asked, a shaking hand smoothing his paisley tie. Harley jerked her body, slamming it back down onto the table "When Mister J finds out what you did he's going to make you hurt real bad" Harley stated. More laughter bubbled from her lips at the words. They thought they could shock Joker from her brain, Harley realised, what fools.
Extra Author's Note: To the couple of people who have mentioned it, I can add more smut in one of two ways; I can either start another series of one shots (Where I will also add chapters from the start of story of other character interactions/anything else that has been requested that I think works but that has not been added to the story) or I can put it in a dream/flashback. Otherwise you will have to wait until after I've finished all the way through the Movie plot. Please let me know what you think of this.