Hunted

Chapter 2

(1 Month Later...)

(Gothem Orphanage)

TV Reporter: And thanks to the generous donation from Gothems own billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne the Orphanage will be able to afford better immenities for its Kids and with the ongoing expansion will be able help house even more.

Bruce: Children are our future and its important we make sure they have a shot at life. Who knows one of them might go on to cure cancer one day.

The owners of the Orphanage step up to the podium.

???: My wife Dalia and I are very ecstatic to see Mr. Wayne step up and help those children in need.

Dalia: Jack and I can't wait to see the look on those kids faces once they see how much better everything has become.

Jack: This truly will be a new beginning for those kids, and with elections coming up we hope for a position on the city council to further help those in need.

TV Reporter: Looks like those kids future are lookin bright. For Gothem News I'm—

Harley shuts off the TV as Y/N stares off into the distance.

Harley: I hear you've been doing better.

Y/N: ..................

Harley: You've been eating better too. Starting to look like an actual teen and not a skeleton.

Y/N: He's coming today.

Harley: Pardon?

Y/N: Jack.....he's coming today.

Harley: Huh? The founder? Guess that's not really strange. After a press conference like that he'd wanna take advantage of the publicity. Get as much good press as he can.

Y/N: ...............I hate him..........

Harley: You—

A knock on the door interrupts their conversation.

???: Knock knock.

The door opens as Jack the founder and his wife Dalia enter the room. Swarm of reporters and various camera flashes surround them.

Dalia: Oh! excuse the intrusion.

Jack: We didn't think anyone was here Miss?

Harley: Dr. Harleen Quinzel.

Jack: Jack—

Harley: I'm aware of who you two are Mr and Mrs Miller.

Dalia: We just came to check up on the children.

Jack: Yes. As our glorious beacons of the future we wanted to make sure everything was alright and that there needs were being met.

Dalia: Save your speeches for the conferences.

Jack: Whoops. You know in can get carried away sometimes.

He casually walks over towards Y/N who has turned his back on them.

Jack: Now, son I heard what happened to your folks and you have my condolences.

Harley: You know his parents?

Dalia: Knew them. They had a terrible accident in the underpass.

Jack: Jesus, not with the kid here.

He raises his hand to place on Y/N's shoulder.

Jack: You know your parents loved you right?

Y/N didn't speak, but rather nod in agreement rapidly. As soon as Jack's hand touched his shoulder Harley could have sworn he was about to jump out the window.

Jack: We'll be seeing each again soon. Take care of Y/N for Ms. Quinzel.

Dalia: Bye Bye Y/N.

They close the door once they leave. Harley looks over towards Y/N and sees him curled up in a ball on his bed covered with blankets.

Harley: You okay?......Y/N?

Y/N: ...........P-p-please.......please leave....

Harley: ......Okay.

Hearing the slight panic in his voice Harley leaves him.

Harley: (What the hell was that all about?)

(Later...)

(Arkham Asylum)

(Harley Quinn Pov)

The way Y/N acted this afternoon sure was strange...but I don't have time to think about that right now.....I hope he's okay....No! Focus. They just brought in a new inmate into Arkham and they want me to give him a psychological evaluation. Apparently this guys a real loon, but then again that's literally half of Arkham for ya.

Harley: *Yawn* I hate Mondays.

I waited for the door to signal me to step inside. After a loud buzzing sound I entered the room and saw my patient tied down to a table. His skin was white as snow, hair was strangely green and he giggled to himself constantly.

Harley: Okay...Mr....John Doe?

John: Please, Mr Doe was my father...Just call me....Joker.

Harley: ..............Right. So let's hear it...what brought you to Arkham?

Joker: *heheheheh* I'm glad you asked dearie....it's a story of sadness....comedy! And heart breaks......and it all starts with one man.

Harley: Batman I'm assuming? Most patients are people he's sent here to get better.

Joker: And? Does it ever work?

Harley: 29% of the time.

Joker: So then. Why do it?

Harley: Excuse me?

Joker: If that very small margin of people take your advice, why bother? It'd be easier just to watch them self destruct, More fun too.

Harley: W-well if there is a chance of a patient getting better then why not take it? Everyone deserves a chance.

Joker: *heheheh* Do they?

He looked at me....but it didn't feel like that. It felt more like he was looking inside of me.....

Harley: I-I-I uh....

Joker: I'm afraid our time is up Miss Quinzel...I do look forward to our next session.

Harley: .......How did you know my name?

Joker: Hmm....Let's call it, a lucky guess.

This patient.....was.....a unique one. I wasn't sure what I was feeling...fear? Doubt in my work? What ever it was didn't matter....I just knew I wanted to know him more. As I made my way home a smile slowly crept across my face.

(Nighttime...)

(Gothem Orphanage)

(General Pov)

Y/N lays in bed tossing and turning. Eventually he wakes up Yuri who slept in a bed across from him. She rubbed her eyes and made her wobbly way towards him. She climbs into his bed and cuddles next to him making him settle down.