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this is simultaneously a filler chapter and a very important moment for Harley,

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Chapter 12

She sat outside the ECT room for what felt like hours listening to the tortured screams of the clown prince of crime. In between shocks she heard his cackle bubble from his throat but it didn't sound the same, there was less life to it. Harley wanted to leave, to escape to the silence of her office but she knew she couldn't. He would need someone when he left that room, whether it was to comfort him or to just yell at someone about the mistreatment. She wasn't worried that this therapy would break him because he was unbreakable.

Harleen jumped to her feet when she heard the lock slide out of place and out came her beautiful clown, strapped to a gurney and giggling to himself, did they just make him crazier? She walked over to him, checking his vitals and glaring at the nurse. "He was not put out, why?" Harley demanded, seeing the girl pale under her scowl.

"He wouldn't let us near him with a needle, told us he liked the pain." She muttered, clearly very disturbed but what she just witnessed. Harley tried not to smile and shook her head, taking J from the girl and wheeling him down the corridor.

"You okay, Mistah J?" Harley lifted her feet off the floor, letting the gurney move itself until it needed a push, like a child on a scooter. She looked down at her clown prince and beamed at his mad blue eyes danced in front of her.

"Harley, Harleen, my little harlequin. I have never felt better, it's like they clear your brain of all the useless shit and just leave the good stuff, plus I get to see my pumpkin after, give daddy a smile Harls." He reached up and stroked his hand across her cheek, making her blush. She beamed down at him and leant down to kiss his forehead but he tilted his chin just at the right time, so she kissed him square on the lips. Harley pulled up quickly, checking no one had seen and they carried on wheeling him fast down to the maximum-security area.

She left the joker in his cell, laying on his bed mumbling to himself and went back to her office, no longer able to keep the scream from her lips. They would pay for this; they would pay for hurting her J without her permission. She was his damn psychiatrist not them, she should have all control on what treatment his has. If Mistah J wanted to rip this place apart she'd let him, how dare they leave him awake during ECT?

She was fuming as she made her way out of the asylum and into the streets of Gotham, storming down the streets in the hope that maybe she'd get home before her bad mood threatened anyone. She knew that Gotham at night wasn't really somewhere to be but the only person who could truly hurt her was still locked up in Arkham, she felt safe knowing that the joker would not be able to touch her that night. She hummed a thoughtless tune as she made her way home when she heard some commotion coming from a side alley.

She stuck to the wall like glue and peered round the corner, seeing to goons punching a man in the face. One of them rose a gun to the man's head and before Harley could call out for help the trigger was pulled, and the man fell to the floor. She couldn't ignore the exhilarating rush that seeing a person die in front of her gave her, as much as she hated to admit it, it was sort of alluring to watch. Before Harley knew what she was doing she flung herself onto one of the bins in the alley and flipped into the path of the goons, thanking all those years of gymnastics. Harley beamed at the thugs and held her hands to hips, making her look tall and confident but on the inside her body was screaming for her to run. "Hello boys." She sang.

"Get outta the way lady we don't wanna hurt you." One of them said and Harley stepped into the light, showing them she wasn't afraid. "Shit that's the joker's bitch, lets get outta here." He called to his buddy and then turned, making a quick exit down the other side of the alley. She frowned and blew the hair out of her face, frustrated that she didn't get to have any fun. How'd they know who I was anyways? She pouted to herself and made her way out of the alley, rounding onto her street.

That's when reality hit her and Harley had to sit down for moment. What in hell did I just do? I could have got myself killed? Harley started to hyperventilate, realizing that she was quickly losing control of her actions and she didn't know what to do. She was becoming a danger to herself and those around her, maybe she really should be locked on the other side of Arkham, like J said. She needed to speak to him but knowing that wasn't going to happen until tomorrow she signed and made the way up the stairs to her apartment.

When she got there she beamed to see a beautiful bouquet of peonies and roses sitting on her welcome mat, an expensive bottle of champagne by its side. She lifted the note to her face and noticed the smell of gunpowder and mint clinging to the paper, as if J had cuddled it.

A celebration my little harlequin, for today we made the best milestone of all.

-J

Did he know? Was he aware of what she just did? Impossible. He must mean her kissing him in the public of the asylum, or clear dislike for everyone that worked in the looney farm. She curled up on her sofa staring at her new flowers and wondering what J would make of it when he saw her tomorrow.

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Harley was running, running from something she didn't even know. She was scared of the unknown. She could hear the footsteps behind her, gaining on her and she looked round to see a black form behind her. The caped figure yelled something but she didn't hear in time and she ran head first into another body. She looked up to see herself staring down at her, an insanely large grin gracing her face. She didn't look like Harleen, her skin was white and chalky, her eyes glowing with unmasked madness, and her hair was wild in two high pigtails. "Where ya going toots? Don'tcha know we own ya now?" Another person came and joined the mad Harleen Quinsel, kissing her on the head. She instantly knew who it was. The joker stood in all his glory, hair as vivid as fresh grass and teeth glinting silver, his famous purple jacket matched with only Arkham jogging bottoms, no shirt. From his arm clung a Harley Quinn, the clown queen of crime, looking up at her king as if he was the best thing to ever happen to her.

As J raised his gun he let out a long, eerie cackle and Harleen saw the barrel point towards her. She turned herself around just in time to see batman reaching for her as the sound of a bullet came whistling towards her.

Harleen shot up straight in bed, a cold sweat smothering her body and her breath coming in short shallow heaves. She clutched her heart where a bullet hole should be and looked around her desperately. She was in her room and there was no joker, no batman, and no Harley Quinn. Just Harleen Frances Quinsel, head psychiatrist of Arkham asylum for the criminally insane, the joker's personal psychiatrist. Yet she still didn't know if that was enough.

A/N Please review :)