Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2012 13:46:39 GMT -5
Harley pouted and hugged her knees to her chest. Her cell was dark and cold and she missed the luxury and thrill of being at Joker’s side. She remembered this ward well from her days on the outside of the bars at Arkham. This was where they kept specialty patients. She let out a small whimper at the thought of being so alone and lost. She couldn’t remember being brought into Arkham, she couldn’t remember anything and there was a large welt on the back of her head between her pigtails. She touched it gingerly and winced, then decided to take out the elastics in her hair and secured them around her wrist, when a thought struck her.
Where’s Joker?
Last she could remember… she had been with him… They had been together… That meant…
“C’mon.” A rough voice said from outside her cell, startling her thoughts. “Get up.” A guard said as he unlocked the cell door and shoved it back against the wall. “C’mon, bitch, I ain’t got all day.” There was the slightest quiver in his voice. Harley didn’t recognize him from all her years of working here.
She stood and held her wrists outstretched for him to cuff her.
“Ah, ah, ah, behind your back missy, no funny business.” He said as he twisted her arms behind her back and cuffed them.
“You don’t think I can get out of this easy?” She said. He cringed at the sound of her voice, like nails on a chalkboard only whinier and twangy-er… He decided that later that day he would find out a better way to describe her horrible, annoying voice… and a better way to say “twangy-er”. He led her out of her cell and down a hallway.
“Where are you taking me?” she whined.
“Shut up. You’re giving me a headache.” He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced. They reached the end of the hallway and he came to a halt, causing Harley to trip into him.
“Why are we stop-“ She began in that nasally, screechy voice, but his hand clamped over her mouth.
“Did’n’ya hear me? I said CAN IT!” he hissed as he stole a look around the corner. He took out his club and clutched it to his chest.
“What are you so scared of?” She said with a smile on her face as she loosened his grip on her forearm and took a small step away.
“You kidding? There’s tons of crazies in here.” He said snaking his neck around the side of the hallway to double check it was secure. “They say Scarecrow’s here, who could make you wet your pants ‘second he looks at you, and Croc who could swallow you whole, and…” he gulped “The Joker,” he said quiet so she could barely hear. Her smile widened, covering the entirety of her face, making her look like a terrifying marionette that even Pinocchio would have stayed the HELL away from.
“Why you afraid of all those guys!” she said in the best whisper she could manage.
“It’s my first day. I don’t wanna get jumped. A couple days ago they found a dead nurse in that hallway.”
“Ooh! Spooky!” She laughed.
“Shut it. You should be scared more than me. At least I could run out of here, you’re stuck here with all these creeps.”
“Hey! Who you callin a creep!” She said as she jumped in the air and pulled her hands underneath and around her legs, landing so that her hands were in front of her, then slapped him smartly in the face, sending him tumbling into the hallway. “That’s my BOYFRIEND you’re talking about. And YOU better WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” she screeched as she kicked him straight in the jaw. He shot across the hallway against the wall; his head slumped forward onto his chest.
“Hmmph!” She pouted as she turned on her heel and strutted down the “scary” hallway.
She passed another intersection and saw an old bloodstain on the floor, several surgical instruments scattered about.
“Who else is here?” She said aloud as she picked up a scalpel and turned it over with his thumb and forefinger, trying to see if she could tell which of her villainy friends could have done this. The sound of footsteps startled her and she scrambled to her feet, dropping the medical instrument, which fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The footsteps rushed in her direction, she was trapped.
A heavy-set guard rounded the corner, club at the ready and advanced upon her.
“What are you doing out of your-“ He lowered his club. “Harleen?” he said as he went slack jawed.
“Billy?” She said, recognizing his square jaw and pointed nose and handsome blue eyes.
“Harleen. They said you were here…But I didn’t believe them. What did you do Leenie?”
“Billy I-“
“They said that you’re running around with that scumbag Joker. Tell me it’s not true. Tell me you’re not with him.” He said as he took several steps toward her, pushing her closer to the back wall.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Billy, he’s not like they say he is.”
“He’s a piece of SHIT Harleen and you know it. You worked on him more than anyone else here, you know he’s one of the bad guys!”
“STOP IT!”
“I can get you out of here, you can start your work again and forget about all this, nobody wants to see you like this, especially not with the likes of him—“
“I SAID STOP!”
She screeched as she kicked him square in the jaw, sending him flying across the corridor headfirst into the bars of a nearby empty cell. His head connected with the bars, then he fell to the floor with a thump.
“Billy?” She said in a quiet voice as she walked cautiously over to him and pushed him over onto his back. His jaw was at a wrong angle, hanging too loosely from the left side and even more loosely from the right. Blood was tricking out of his nose and pouring into his broken jaw, which was filling with blood at a shocking rate. She backed away from him and his broken body and ran back down the hallway toward the stairs.
If they really DO have Joker here, I have to find him. She thought to herself. And I bet I know just where he is.
Where’s Joker?
Last she could remember… she had been with him… They had been together… That meant…
“C’mon.” A rough voice said from outside her cell, startling her thoughts. “Get up.” A guard said as he unlocked the cell door and shoved it back against the wall. “C’mon, bitch, I ain’t got all day.” There was the slightest quiver in his voice. Harley didn’t recognize him from all her years of working here.
She stood and held her wrists outstretched for him to cuff her.
“Ah, ah, ah, behind your back missy, no funny business.” He said as he twisted her arms behind her back and cuffed them.
“You don’t think I can get out of this easy?” She said. He cringed at the sound of her voice, like nails on a chalkboard only whinier and twangy-er… He decided that later that day he would find out a better way to describe her horrible, annoying voice… and a better way to say “twangy-er”. He led her out of her cell and down a hallway.
“Where are you taking me?” she whined.
“Shut up. You’re giving me a headache.” He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced. They reached the end of the hallway and he came to a halt, causing Harley to trip into him.
“Why are we stop-“ She began in that nasally, screechy voice, but his hand clamped over her mouth.
“Did’n’ya hear me? I said CAN IT!” he hissed as he stole a look around the corner. He took out his club and clutched it to his chest.
“What are you so scared of?” She said with a smile on her face as she loosened his grip on her forearm and took a small step away.
“You kidding? There’s tons of crazies in here.” He said snaking his neck around the side of the hallway to double check it was secure. “They say Scarecrow’s here, who could make you wet your pants ‘second he looks at you, and Croc who could swallow you whole, and…” he gulped “The Joker,” he said quiet so she could barely hear. Her smile widened, covering the entirety of her face, making her look like a terrifying marionette that even Pinocchio would have stayed the HELL away from.
“Why you afraid of all those guys!” she said in the best whisper she could manage.
“It’s my first day. I don’t wanna get jumped. A couple days ago they found a dead nurse in that hallway.”
“Ooh! Spooky!” She laughed.
“Shut it. You should be scared more than me. At least I could run out of here, you’re stuck here with all these creeps.”
“Hey! Who you callin a creep!” She said as she jumped in the air and pulled her hands underneath and around her legs, landing so that her hands were in front of her, then slapped him smartly in the face, sending him tumbling into the hallway. “That’s my BOYFRIEND you’re talking about. And YOU better WATCH YOUR MOUTH!” she screeched as she kicked him straight in the jaw. He shot across the hallway against the wall; his head slumped forward onto his chest.
“Hmmph!” She pouted as she turned on her heel and strutted down the “scary” hallway.
She passed another intersection and saw an old bloodstain on the floor, several surgical instruments scattered about.
“Who else is here?” She said aloud as she picked up a scalpel and turned it over with his thumb and forefinger, trying to see if she could tell which of her villainy friends could have done this. The sound of footsteps startled her and she scrambled to her feet, dropping the medical instrument, which fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The footsteps rushed in her direction, she was trapped.
A heavy-set guard rounded the corner, club at the ready and advanced upon her.
“What are you doing out of your-“ He lowered his club. “Harleen?” he said as he went slack jawed.
“Billy?” She said, recognizing his square jaw and pointed nose and handsome blue eyes.
“Harleen. They said you were here…But I didn’t believe them. What did you do Leenie?”
“Billy I-“
“They said that you’re running around with that scumbag Joker. Tell me it’s not true. Tell me you’re not with him.” He said as he took several steps toward her, pushing her closer to the back wall.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Billy, he’s not like they say he is.”
“He’s a piece of SHIT Harleen and you know it. You worked on him more than anyone else here, you know he’s one of the bad guys!”
“STOP IT!”
“I can get you out of here, you can start your work again and forget about all this, nobody wants to see you like this, especially not with the likes of him—“
“I SAID STOP!”
She screeched as she kicked him square in the jaw, sending him flying across the corridor headfirst into the bars of a nearby empty cell. His head connected with the bars, then he fell to the floor with a thump.
“Billy?” She said in a quiet voice as she walked cautiously over to him and pushed him over onto his back. His jaw was at a wrong angle, hanging too loosely from the left side and even more loosely from the right. Blood was tricking out of his nose and pouring into his broken jaw, which was filling with blood at a shocking rate. She backed away from him and his broken body and ran back down the hallway toward the stairs.
If they really DO have Joker here, I have to find him. She thought to herself. And I bet I know just where he is.
