Addicted

Memories from Belle Reve

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Harley, Belle Reve, 5 years ago

I sat on my cell bed, sipping a teeny cup of coffee. The fight was over. Everyone had paid their respects for Diablo's loss, and everything went back to the way things were. Well. Almost everything.

Everyone got what they asked for. I got my espresso machine, Croc got his flatscreen, Floyd got to see his kid, and so on.

I turned another page in my book, between the sheets by Molly O'Keefe, and put it down, getting up to get some more coffee.

I stand next to the machine as it whirs away, and just as the drink of heaven comes out, the wall explodes.

I scream and jump back, ducking as people come in with machine guns and start shooting all the guards. Three of them run up to my cell and bust the lock on the door to my cell with a saw. I cower in the corner, not sure what's going on.

The door swings open, and two people guard as one enters: someone in all black with a reflective helmet covering his face. I don't realize who it is, however, until he takes off his helmet.

He stares at me with dark-rimmed, sleepless eyes, throwing his mask to the side and coming to me.

"Puddin," I cry, throwing my arms around him.

I thought he was dead-

I saw the helicopter go down-

It crashed and exploded-

How-

He's here-

He's alive-

"Let's go home," he breathes in my ear.

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Harley, present day

I wake up. It's 1:30 AM, and Puddin still isn't in bed. What the heck. Honestly, he probably fell asleep in his office.

It's been 5 years since he rescued me from that god awful place, Belle Reve. I still have nightmares from it sometimes. I got captured and put there two years after I broke Puddin out of Arkham.

I was imprisoned for 3 months when a ambassador lady- can't remember what she was, but I do remember she was a bitch- sent me, Floyd Lawton, Killer Croc, an annoying guy from Australia with a fetish for pink unicorns, Diablo, and an Asian girl who didn't talk much on a mission to kill this earth goddess or whatever who was hellbent on destroying humanity. Oh, and her brother. Two all-powerful deities.

Before we killed her, the squad and I were on a rooftop, waiting for a ride. Puddin had messaged me, telling me to be ready for anything. A helicopter lowered out of the sky, guns blazing, and that's when he tried to rescue me. He had a hacker decode the bomb implanted in my neck (a nanite), disable it, and I had gotten to the helicopter without a problem.