Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Harley Quinn: Pawn pt 2

Word Count: 5483

After the shower, the rest of the day was uneventful. The days that followed were the same. The only thing that kept Y/n sane, was Harley.

This room was much smaller than the cage they originally had Harley in. However, that didn't stop her from setting up her swing. Y/n could watch Harley twirl around in the makeshift rope for hours, without being bored.

When something eventful finally did happen, two weeks into their stay at Belle Reve, it wasn't pleasant.

Harley and Y/n sat in the room as usual. Nothing particularly exciting was happening. Then without warning their door was forced open.

A large group of guards awaited orders from Flag, who stood in front of them. He looked at the pair and a flash of sympathy appeared and disappeared within seconds.

" Do it."

His words triggered the guards. They flooded into the tiny room, roughly seizing the women. They strapped them into chairs and wheeled them out of the room.

Both women were startled, but Harley had it worse. She fought violently against the restraints. Imagery of her past filling her mind every second.

Y/n wanted to protest, to protect Harley, but it was impossible. The restraints were on their legs, abdomen, wrist, across their mouths, and neck. Mobility was severely limited.

Y/n was mortified as she watched her girlfriend struggle. It was twisted. They put the pair right in front of each other. Harley cried out, begging them to stop this.

The woman across from the blonde had wide eyes when she saw a needle being prepped. That's when Y/n lost it, violently thrashing against the restraints. Not caring about the burns and scratches that would later liter her body.

She was so focused on Harley, that she didn't even notice a needle being prepped for her as well. Y/n didn't get to see them jab the needle into Harley because by then she had passed out. They had injected the bomb into Y/n first, which sedated her immediately.

Seeing her girlfriend's body go limp was terrifying for Harley to watch. She only lived in fear a few more seconds before she was out, just the same.

Flag hated watching that interaction. It was heartbreaking and while guards joked about it, Flag found nothing funny.

" Stop your fucking teenage girl giggling and load them up." The guards moved swiftly as his command rang out.

" Lighten up Flag," Griggs comments.

Flag glares heavily at the lesser man. The smile slowly retracts from Griggs face. He felt himself begin to sweat under Flag's gaze. Flag walked up to Griggs, shoulder checked him, and then kept walking.

When Flag walked out the truck they had put the women in, he paused. He went to the back, where the pair was loaded and stared at them for a minute.

The colonel let out a sigh as he hopped in the back of the truck. He undid the restraints around the mouths of the girls. He was going to leave it at that, but hesitated. Flag turned back around and undid one arm on each woman.

Only then did he exit the truck, giving the driver the signal that everything was good. Flag watched the truck drive away until he couldn't see it anymore. Once it was out of sight, he got back to work.

Y/n regained consciousness about halfway through the ride. She noticed her hand was free almost instantly. She undid the rest of the latches with her free hand before moving to do the same with Harley's.

She held her girlfriend in her arms waiting for her to wake up. Y/n passed the time by tracing over some of Harley's tattoos.

The 'ROTTEN' written across her jaw always incited a flicker of rage for Y/n. She'd been forced to get that tattoo. Something about a punishment from the Joker.