Hey,

Thank you all for all the lovely reviews and the love that you have shown me thus far. I am pleased to say we are now half way through this story and only just touching on the surface of Harley and the Joker. I have an idea in mind for where I want this story to go so I just hope you all like it.

Anyway on with the chapter

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Nessa

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Chapter 15

The day after the Joker's escape was one of the worst Gotham have had to face in years. Harley arrived at Arkham early, earlier than most, to make sure that the Joker hadn't left her any surprise presents that would lead to her arrest. Luckily there was nothing and by half nine the bodies were gone. Two guards and eight patients in total had died, along with two police officers. Six more patients are officers were injured and in the hospital, one was in intensive care. Harley thought it was a little gift to her that the Joker had made a special visit to Liam, her most disturbed patient before the clown had arrived, and made sure he wasn't going to make her cringe again.

Harley began to pretend it was any other day in the asylum, the only one of the team even able to focus on the patients and the remaining staff. She knew that most would quit their jobs in the knowledge that staying in Arkham would be dangerous and painful, some would stay here for a while but then move on. Soon there'd only be Harley, Jeremiah and Joan left, like every other time something horrific happened at the asylum.

Around eleven the police turned up to question the people that had been close to the joker, including Harley. She sat waiting to be questioned in the same room her and J had been in only 24 hours before, her leg shaking in fear. When detective James Gordon called her name and smiled warmly at her Harley could feel the guilt eating her from the inside out. "Good afternoon Doctor Quinsel, I understand you were the Joker's personal therapist whilst he was here at the asylum." He looked down at his notes.

"T-That's right. I worked with him whilst he was here." She tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"And did he show any signs of his most recent break out when he was here?" Gordon looked straight into her eyes, calculating her response.

"No, he was always very… aloof in our meetings." That's right Harley, give nothing away.

"I see, and he didn't… try to persuade you into being his scapegoat?" He's on to me…shit!

"Nope, the joker would just tell me jokes and talk about batman." Not that far from the truth, sweet cheeks. A voice inside her head said bitterly, she knew it was her conscious trying to sound like J, too cool her down.

"I see, well thank you for your time Dr. Quinsel, we will be in touch once we find him." He ushered her to leave but she stopped at the door.

"Will batman be getting involved?" She whispered.

"Most probably, afterall, he knows the Joker better than all of us." He smiled warmly at her and she leaves the room. Not likely, Harley thinks harshly and makes her way back to her office, trying to forget all about the bat hurting her J.

The time went so quickly that before she even knew it most of the staff had gone and night had fallen over Gotham. She sighed, beginning to pack up all her files and tucking her blue shirt into her jeans. They had given them a day's grace on office clothes but she knw she needed the shirt to ground her, to make sure she knew she was Harleen not Harley. She was just locking the door to her office when the first gunshot fired. She whipped her head round to see that the lights in the hall way flickered out, as if someone had cut the wire. Shit she thought and went to investigate, perhaps a patient had gotten loose and was trying copy the Joker's recent escape. As she made it to the end of the corridor however a loud cackle that was in no way anyway but J's bounced off the walls.

"J?" She called, the solid bricks around her bouncing the noise off of them and echoing her call down the building, as if a row of excited spectators were reciting her lines.

"Oh Harrrleeeeyyy." He called back and her heart fluttered, he came back for me. She ran at full pelt down the hall and into the waiting arms of her clown prince.

"You came back." She whispered, planting her lips on his for all of the dying guards to see.

"I'll never leave ya toots," he whispered in her ear and seized her hands behind her back, pulling harshly. She whimpered and looked around the masked figures of the Joker's men, all holding large guns and forming a protective circle around J, as if he was the president.

"Where we going J?" Harley asked cautiously, they were heading further into the building.

"I've got a little present for you Harls. A little shiatsu massage for your brain," his laugh bit through the air and Harley's heart plummeted and the stopped outside a large, heavy framed door. The ECT room, he's going to punish me. She fought desperately to get free, the fear that had long left her body returning in fool force. Two of his men grabbed her from him and J disseapered down the corridor, entering the adjoining room of the ECT suite. She struggled all the way into the room and squirmed when the masked men forced her onto the table, strapping her down. From the corner of the room came a soft whistle and under the blaring light of the operating lamp, Harley could see the reflection of green hair.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A voice purred into the blinding light and then it was replaced with the glare of silver as J grinned down from her at his place above her.

"What ya gonna do now? Ya gonna kill me Mistah J?" She asked, trying to sound confident in her actions, maybe if she showed no fear he would be easier on her.

"What?" he muttered as if he couldn't hear her, covering his ears with hands and then slowing turning away, fiddling with some dials on the machine next to her and grabbing the paddles from their holder. "I'm just gonna hurt ya, real, real bad." He stated, his tone almost sultry. He waved the paddles around in the air as if showing them to a curious patient, a manic look in his eye.

"Ya think so? Well I can take it." He grinned large at my confident statement, pushing the rubber bit into her mouth and pressed the paddles to her head, nodding at someone Harley couldn't see. The feeling was unexplainable; it was painful, really painful. But it was like having a million different vibrations in your head all at once, as if someone had a shock buzzer and slapped you round the head with it, a thousand times at once. She could feel her body lift from the table as the shock pulsated through her, the electric awakening nerve endings in her body she didn't even know she had. She looked up as best as she could and saw J staring down at her, a glint of excitement in his eye that she only saw when they flirted. He was really enjoying seeing her like this.

She had a moment of relief before the shocks came again, this longer and higher in watts. She screamed around the paddle and cried, this is what he felt, this is the pain that they put upon him. On and on this went, more and more voltage to her head until she could feel herself losing consciousness, she tried to fight it but it was too strong.

In the end she gave up and allowed herself to slip into unconsciousness, the Joker's eerie laugh vibrating through her body with the current that was coursing through her.

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