The blood on Harley's face was dried and flaking. Her tears had left clean trails through it. Her body ached all over from the last three days of Jason's beating her. Each day he came in and hosed her down to wash away her blood and the stench of urine. She hasn't had any food or water, and on the fourth day it was catching up to her. Her empty stomach had lost the ability to even growl for food. She hadn't been able to pee in over a day. She felt dizzy and weak. The ropes binding her to the chair are the only things holding her upright.
Psychosis had started settling into Harley's brain. Well, let's be honest, it had been there since the Joker fried her brain and introduced her to chemicals that further affected it. But through the days of pain and mental anguish, her psyche had fractured even further. She kept thinking that she was talking to Jason, even when he wasn't there. She couldn't tell that everytime Mistah J burst through the door and rescued her, that is was merely a daydream. Reality and dream had merged together into a state of constant motion. Harley, chose to tell herself that none of it was real, and that everything was a dream.
But when Jason came in that fourth morning, he didn't snap her back to reality by dousing her with cold water. His heart had taken over at the end of the previous day. He had bare his soul to her and admitted that he was still in love with her. He ran out right after, fearful of her not being able to reciprocate his feelings. He tossed and turned all night, trying to wrangle his feelings for her to a manageable level. But he couldn't. So when he came in that fourth morning, all he had was love and a looming feeling that he would be rejected.
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On the fourth morning Jason immediately goes to Harley's side. He pulls a knife and flicks it open. "Harley...baby?" He says sweetly as he starts to cut the ropes that bind her, "I'm so sorry baby...you're gonna be ok."
He unwraps the ropes going around her. As they tumble down to the floor Harley's naked limp body falls into Jason's waiting arms. He wraps her in a blanket and scoops her up bridal style and carries her out of the warehouse. He mounts his bike outside with her in he's arms. He drives the short distance to the penthouse he was squatting in. J's former penthouse. A place that had been their home. The place where Jason kissed her for the first time. The place where their daughter was conceived.
The penthouse was just as it had been left. Normally when J vacates one location he leaves everything but weapons behind. He didn't form attachments for possessions. He usually just replaced them. Money was never an object. So the vacated penthouse was still furnished. There were still clothes in the dressers and closets. Some of them were Harley's.
Jason carries Harley into the master bathroom and lays her down in the bathtub. He stares at her face as his hands unwrap the blanket covering her. He had really beat the hell out of her. However, because of the chemicals in her blood and their ability to heal her faster, she didn't look as awful as she should have. He swallows and pulls her up into his arms with one arm as he pulls the blanket out from under her with the other. He carefully lowers her back down into the tub.
