Short Story: Harley Quinn(completed May 31st 2015)

Chapter ONE: Tryin' t' escape custody

Harley Quinn's POV
I sat in my cell, throwing a ball against the wall. Laughing quietly. I was only at the GCPD waiting to be transported to BlackGate for imprisonment. I took two bobby pins from my boot and stuck them under my tongue to hide them from the checks.

I caught the ball and stood up. I angrily whipped the ball at one of the walls across from me. I grabbed a bench and threw it across the room. I walked up to the toilet and started kicking it in until it was majorly dented and nearly torn right off of the wall.

"Quinn!" Shouted a guard at the door. I stood up and approached the door. The guard forcefully pulled me out of the cell and cuffed my hands behind my back. He pulled me out of the GCPD building and into the parking lot where he shoved me into a heavily armoured police van.

When the van started moving, I curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

The dreams came back.

"You left me to die! You left me to die! You left me to die! You left me to die! You fell for the ol' fake joker gag, Batman! You fell for the ol' fake joker gag, Batman! You fell for the ol' fake joker gag, Batman! You fell for the ol' fake joker gag, Batman! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I will get the last laugh! Now that I think of it **coughing** that's...pretty funny!" Joker's voice echoed in my head, then faded to gasping and wheezing, until it finally died off.

Why'd he have to die. I'm going to kill Batman for what he's done.

I woke up in a shock when the vehicle came to a stop and flipped onto it's side. I hit the floor--actually the wall--hard and almost fell unconscious. Smoke filled the toppled vehicle as I tried to pull myself to my feet. I looked at the drivers and noticed that they were dead, and the engine was on fire, and soon would the whole vehicle be too. If I didn't get out, I'd be Harley Quinn bacon.

I slowly crawled over to the door and tried kicking it open. I looked back and saw the fire get bigger. My eyes widened as I set my focus back to the door. A few more kicks and it should be open! The door hit the ground with a large metallic bang and I crawled out.

I was inside a building and it was probably night time now. Most of the lights were on, some broken, and some flickering. I looked around to see people running in fear and some staring. We had been far inside the building, I couldn't see the place where we'd entered. I knew this place, it was the Wayne Tower. Batman would be here soon, so I sat down and waited.

I heard the elevator ding and saw batman approaching with his batarangs in hand.

I lifted up my hands and showed them to him. "I'm cuffed." I said quickly.

It was just now that I realized that the bobby pins were missing.

Dammit.

Batman slowly approached. "What happened?" He asked in his intimidatingly deep voice. I put my hands up to my lips and gestured a zipping motion. He grabbed me by my left arm and threw me forward.

"What the heck, B-man? I don't even know. I was sleepin' in the back while I was bein' brought t' BlackGate when this happened." I explain quickly.

"Why do I feel like you're lying, Quinn?" He asked me.

I looked at the security cameras and gestured toward them. "Check those." I told him.

He brought up a holographic screen and hacked into the security cameras. I watched as he repeatedly watched the footage over and over. "Alright Quinn, you're not lying, but I'm still bringing you to BlackGate." He told me.

"Ok, whatever." I told him, attempting to stand up.

"Oh, and by the way, we're twelve stories up." He said suddenly.

"What!?" I screamed. I was scared of heights, and he knew that. He tried picking me up by the arm, but I struggled and ran toward the elevator. I heard a clang noise behind me, then a zipping noise. A small metal object clamped to my back and yanked me down.

"Ah!" I hit the ground with a loud thud, and hit my head hard. I began to see black spots in my vision and almost blacked out completely. Batman then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

I kicked and screamed as he put me in the Batwing. The vehicle locked the harnesses around me, and I couldn't even move. He jumped in and zoomed off to BlackGate.

"So, B-man, you regret killin' mista Jay yet?" I asked him. He scowled at me.

"I didn't kill him. You know that. I would have saved him of he hadn't let me drop the cure. He stabbed me and I dropped it. Okay! End of story!" He snapped.

"Okay, mista snappy pants, ya didn't need ta yell." I surrendered. "And ya might wanna keep your eye on the sky."

He quickly looked forward and pulled up quickly. I heard a bang and the vehicle shook around a bit.

I froze in my seat, hoping that everything was fine. "You're gonna have'ta pay for that, Brucey!" I said quickly.

"What did you just call me!?" He demanded. He pulled up so that we were vertical.

"I called you Brucey. Why?" I told him calmly. "It suits you. I think you look a bit like a Bruce. But that's probably just me."

"Don't ever call me that again, or you'll regret it." He told me, harshly.

"Ooh! Sooo scaaaryyy." I mocked him. I looked up, and saw the bat signal. I cleared my throat. "Hey, uh, little Jimmy's callin' ya!" I sat quietly, thinking. I gasped with excitement. "Ooh! Ooh! Can I come with you!?" I asked.

"No." He immediately replied. I reached into my boot and pulled something out from my sock. It was a bobby pin. I contorted my hands so that I could reach the bobby pin into the hole. I twisted it around until I heard a click. I pulled the cuffs off and relaxed.

I pointed out the window to nothing. "Oh hey, there's supaman." I said to him. He gullibly looked out the window and searched. While he was looking away, I got real close, about an inch away from him, put my fingers in a gun shape, and put them against his head.

He looked back in surprise. "I'm comin' with you, and you don't have a say about it, kay?"

"Fine, but stay out of my way. And this isn't like the time we teamed up to stop joker, after this, I'm taking you in." He scolded.

I put my feet up on the dashboard and put my hands behind my head. I closed my eyes and began to rest a bit. I opened one eye, and looked at batman. "So what d'ya think it is, B-man? Huh? I think it's a breaking and entering, into a BANK!!! Ten guys, all wearing red and black, and a bunch of carbine rifles."

"That sounded eerily specific, Quinn, what do you know?" He demanded. I shrugged went back to resting.

We finally got to the GCPD building and he jumped out of the batwing. I went to jump out also, but he interrupted me. "Stay here Quinn, I don't meed anymore trouble from you." He told me, fiercely.

Bad news: he left me in the batwing.

Good news: he left me in the batwing.

I waited until he grappled up to the top of the building before I jumped to the driver seat and fiddled with the controls. The bat shaped hovercraft shuddered to life as I started pressing random buttons. I quickly shot up to the sky and I grabbed the joystick and swirled it around.

"Woohoo!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I finally pushed the joystick forward and zoomed toward the Gotham national bank.

When I finally arrived to the bank, I saw all of my gang. They were wearing dark shades of red and black. I hopped out of the Batwing and walked into the bank. One of my thugs brought me my baseball bat and I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Okay! You guys get what you need to do! If you don't cooperate, you'll be meeting my friend Mista Bat, he's not as nice a Batman."

One of the bank tellers pointed behind me. I quickly glanced to quickly see the batman. He started running toward me, so I did the same. I began to tun toward the tellers and then jumped over the counter. "Hi!" I said to one of the tellers. Speeding past her.

I heard crashing, screaming and silenced shooting. I never give my thugs silencers.

This wasn't B-man. This was definitely someone else.