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

Chapter TWO: Poison Ivy

Harley Quinn's POV
I felt two feet plant themselves on my back and I was sent flying across the room. I hit the cold, hard floor fast and painfully. I nearly blacked out. There were screams, gunshots and thudding against the floor. This wasn't right. These people were innocent. I hate it when people kill innocents. It's just wrong. I heard sadistic laughs coming from under his mask. This was definitely not a laughing matter.

I shakily stood up and crawled for my baseball bat, but he intervened. I was kicked in the ribs and flipped onto my back. His glowing blue eyes were staring directly into mine. He put his foot on top of my collar bone and aimed him gun at my face.

I looked at his thighs and saw two .45 caliber pistols. I slowly grabbed a piece of glass that was conveniently beside me for some odd reason. The glass shard nearly cut my palm wide open. I brought the shard just behind his knee, just where the buckling point was.

"You should really pay attention to your victim's hands next time." I told him, I saw his glowing blue eyes widen behind the metallic face mask. I stabbed the glass into his weak little knee. His leg buckled under the pain and I quickly rolled away, grabbing the guns in the process. By the time I stood up and aimed my guns at his face, he was already doing the same. It was like he didn't care about the glass sticking out of the back of his--it was gone!

He had taken the glass out, recovered and took aim at me in the time that it took me to roll and aim. "What are you?" I asked, confused, yet intrigued. We were in a Mexican standoff. If one of us fired and missed, the other would win, and that didn't look like it'd be happening any time soon. I observed the small room that we were in. To the left was a small metal table with a bunch of cash on it, and behind it, a wall full of deposit boxes. On the right were some bags of cash and a wall of deposit boxes. I knew that I was standing in front of a door and he was too.

I ran toward the table and jumped onto it with one foot. He began to shoot like crazy. I quickly extended my leg and did a backflip over him and landed perfectly. I picked up my baseball bat and hit him as hard as I could in the head. He was stunned and fell over. I walked over to him and began to hit him over and over and over again.

I stopped and fell onto my knees. I nearly began to cry, but I couldn't. Not since...J died. I stood up and left the bank without taking any money. As I got to the lobby, all my men were on the ground. I sighed and fell onto my knees.

"Come out B-man, I know you're here." I shouted out.

He dropped from the high ceiling and slowly approached me. I gave him my hands and he handcuffed me. "I know, high security end of BlackGate where all the otha crazies are. Like Two-Face, Scarecrow, and Ivy. Oh, I miss red."
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Batman forced me into the prison, and the guards took me with them. Of course, batman had to follow. This reminded me too much of something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. We passed by all of the cells and cell blocks, when we finally reached the other side of the prison.

We passed Two-Face, and we both scowled at each other.

There was no response when I passed by The Riddler. He just sat in his cell, and looked like he was drawing something on the ground, and the walls were filled with designs and pictures of gotham, the batmobile, and what looked like racetrack blueprints.

I shrugged it off and kept walking.

We finally passed by Poison Ivy's cell. I quickly took notice that she was just brought here. I ripped out of the hands of the guard and raced towards Ivy's cell. I running so fast that I didn't even notice how fast I was running. I hit my head on the wall of her cell. I fell backward onto my butt and held my forehead. There was a louding ringing in my ears.

"Usually, people knock themselves out or die running away from me." Ivy told me, smirking. she approached the cell wall and placed her hand on the glass wall. "It has been a long time Harley. I'd say that I'm sorry for your loss, but you know that I hated that meatsack of a living being more than others. He harmed you relentlessly, and you know it."

I stood up and dusted off my clothes. "I know, he was bad. But I didn't realize...what? What did you just say?" I asked her, trembling.

"It is a shame that you have not noticed. The way he treated you, talked to you, he abused you." She told me. "I am truly sorry for having to be the one to share this news to you."

I looked back to when I first met him. He treated me well for the first...week. Not even a week, seven minutes. After that, it was mental abuse, and physical abuse.

I dazed off, realizing how often it happened when all of the sudden, I was grabbed by the arm and thrown. I hit my head hard and my arms and legs were scraped up. I was extremely dizzy and couldn't focus, nor get up. I heard Ivy gasp. When I finally got onto my hands and knees, I coughed up some blood. I put my hand up to my mouth and dabbed it with my fingers. I wiped it with my wrist and a ton more blood appeared on my hand. A few moments later, I saw the crimson liquid splat down onto the floor.

"No!" I heard Ivy scream. "How dare you hurt her, you stupid bat!"

Giant bangs erupted behind me as I fell to the floor. I heard Ivy's vines pick up and throw guards across the room. I felt a hand grab my arm and dragged me into another room. I looked up and saw Ivy's face. She was dragging me into a room that I'd never seen before. it was alarge brick room, with a metal door, and a "hang in there" poster with a cat hanging onto a tree branch.

"I wish I had a cat." I said aloud. "No, No, No...I want a dog! A dog sounds nice."

Ivy sighed as she removed the poster and pulled me through a giant hole in the wall. Now that I think of it, it was pretty cliché. We slid down the hole into a river beside the prison. "I might get you a pet after we get out of here."

Ivy then summoned up a giant plant that brought us back to the city. I was losing too much blood in my face, arms and legs.

I blacked out.

I woke up an hour later, well, that's what Ivy told me. She had patched me up and gave me some of her blood.

To a normal person, I'd be dead as soon as the transaction was made, but about seven years ago, she had given me a something that made me resistant to her completely.

I stared at her blankly. "What happened?" I asked her.

"We just broke out of the prison, along with every other inmate in there." She told me with a serious look on her face.

"So, am I getting a dog?" I asked her, mimicking her serious look.