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

Chapter SIX: ScareCrow

Harley Quinn's POV
"I don't think this is a good idea, Harley." Ivy said. She held my hand, and I just kept walking. "I think I'm just going to stay out here." She stopped walking and I turned around to face her.

"Ok, but I personally think it's safer in there, based on what's gonna happen." She froze and whimpered a little bit. She rushed to my side and I smirked. "You do remember that you can killed people with plants." I said.

She stopped again and I just kept walking toward the building. "Stay safe!" I heard Ivy call from behind me.

I got to the door and smelled a foul odour. I shrugged it off, opened the door, and continued toward the elevator. All of the scientists just stared at me as I just walked by. They all stayed quiet, and I entered the elevator, clicked the top floor button and waited.

"Call the cops, and you're all dead." I said as the elevator dinged and the doors closed. The motor of the elevator whirred to life and brought itself to a harsh start. The low sound of the muzak echoed in the small elevator.

All of a sudden, the elevator stopped and all of the lights went off. I backed up into the corner and started panicking. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" I said quickly, cowering in the corner.

I started to feel a little bit nauseous, and I soon passed out and fell face first on the floor of the elevator. When I woke up, I found myself laying face first on the floor, my tongue out and drooling, and my butt was high in the air above me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw everything around me destroyed.

I got up and looked around curiously. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" I said again. "Why did you have to write it this way? I don't want to do this!"

What do you mean?

"I don't want to fight scarecrow, I want a partnership!" I shouted into the sky.

Harley, you can't break the fourth wall, this isn't a comic book. So get back to the story, and I won't make you fight scarecrow, all you have to do is go through this nightmare, okay?

"No, I won't and I can break it!" I looked around the elevator, and counted the walls. I looked around and saw a giant mallet. I picked it up and rushed toward the fourth wall that I counted in the elevator. I hit it as hard as I could and it fell to pieces.

Not that fourth wall, Harley. I meant the non-existent wall between fiction and reality, not the fourth wall that you counted in the elevator.

"Okay, but I won't cooperate until I get what I want." I shouted ip into the sky again.

Fine! Harley, I'll give you what you want, but this is the only time I will ever do this for you.

"No it's not." I said. "You're a Harley Quinn fanboy, and you know it. You'll help me every time I ask."

Dammit, I know I will, fine, I'll help you whenever you need. Why do you have to be so awesome?

"I don't know, just help me, and I'll behave."

Ok, just tell me what you want to happen. Oh, and no Joker, no spoilers to the end of the story, or future chapters, because I already have some planned, and NO trying to escape. You know it won't work, I have control over this dimension's Gotham. But being honest, there's a chance that the readers won't like this AT ALL.