The Gotham Queen

Chapter 32

I'm standing a few feet from my office doorway, and I'm staring at the small flower on my desk. There's only one person who sends me a red rose, which I've been getting every day since that first one. It's why I have a small vase of them that I keep sticking all my flowers in. A note always comes with them, and now that note it in the hands of Dr. fucking Smith.

He's glaring at the paper, and I glare at him as I cross my arms. This bitch really has gotten on my last nerve.

"What are you doing in here? You can't just barge into someone office whenever you feel like it." I snap at him as I walk up to snatch my note from him. "And you're certainly not allowed to read things that are not meant for you."

Smith dodges my hand and moves to the other side of the room, his face full of anger as he holds the paper in the air between us.

"Really? Because it looks like you're way more than friends with Joker! You want to know what it says? Huh, doll face?" Smith says my nickname that Joker gave me like an insult, and I narrow my eyes. I bite my tongue to keep from shouting as I glare at him. "Here, let me read it for you. 'Meet me at my cell the night of the annual staff gathering. I want to see you doll face, and I promise, it'll be a blast.'"

"Shut up, Smith." I snap as I lunge for the note, but he dodges again and stands back over by my desk. I'd be giddy with excitement if I wasn't so damn angry right now. Joker wants me to come to the party and meet him, but of course, someone has to ruin it all. I wonder what he has planned for me.

Oh, we all know what he's going to do when he finally gets his hands on you.

"Me?! You're the one that's dating a patient!" Smith yells at me, and I can feel my anger starting to rise more. "It's such a shame you won't be able to make it, however. Not only will this not get you fired and banned from the property, but your father is the one hosting it this year. He doesn't want his disowned daughter to be in attendance, ruining the party's image."

"How the fuck do you-" That's when I realize that my father had people spying on me while I worked her. The thought slams into me, and I shake my head in disbelief. Of course, he did because I wouldn't expect anything less than that. "You fucker."

"I see you've finally figured it out." Smith says as he should my note into his pocket, probably to take it to the Warden. "Guards, show little miss Harley here to the door. And you don't have to be gentle about it either." I immediately feel hands grab me, and I jerk around as I recognize the Warden's twelve guards behind me.

"Get your fucking hands off me!!" I scream as I kick at them, refusing to be treated like a fucking animal. The guards jump in shock at my outburst, and I take off running into the hall, kicking my heels off as I go. "Ha! Didn't expect me to fight back, did you fuckers?!"

I race down the hall, the guards quickly giving chase as they come after me. They shout at me to stop as I run, and i laugh at how much fast I am from two days ago. The other doctors and nurses try to stop me for them, but I either didge them or flat out knock them down. Either by shoulder bashing into them or punching them.

They did manage to get my doctor's coat, but I was quick to rip my ID badge off of it because there's no way they have me out of the system that fast. I had no idea where I had been going at first, but then I realize that my feet are taking me straight to my home. To the people I love most in the world, and I decide I need to see them at least one more time.

As I turn a corner, a doctor lunges at me, but I cartwheel and wrap myself around him. I flip myself, landing on my feet as he flips and lands on his back. I continue running, laughing at the groans of pain coming from the dumbass who thought he could stop me. He did manage to rip my hair tie out, so not my hair is flaring out behind me as I run.

No shoes, no coat, and hair going wild as I go through door after door. I can only imagine what I look like as I continue to dodge people left and right.

"IVY! CAT!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I race down the hallway, seeing the big security door at the end of the hall. By now, more guards have given chase to me, gaining on me as I run with everything in me.

I refuse to be taken down without a fight, and they'll have to drag me out of here if they want me to leave. I put a burst of speed into my running as I make it through the door, but I only make it four steps before I'm tackled to the ground in the canter of the main cell block.

My head hits the floor, but I ignore the pain as I punch the guard on top of me. Ivy is screaming my name while Cat yells at me to kick their asses. Joker's yelling at them to back the fuck off of me, but no one listens.

The guard is quick to try to pin me down, but I scream in his face before head bashing him. He jerks back enough for me to get my foot under him, and I shove him off of me with my feet. I quickly stand up and stomp on his face, knocking him out before the next few guards come running.

"Kick their asses!!" I hear Cat scream, and I smile as I do just that. I knee the first guard before cartwheeling backwards and kicking the one behind him in the face. A third one comes up with four, and I do a spin kick, knocking them both down. "Harley!"

I turn in her direction just in time to cartwheel over the guard that tried to tackle me. This sends him barreling forward, tripping over the guards on the floor as he goes. Ha!! Take that bitch! Another guard comes at me, and I punch him in the face, then I knee him in the balls. When he drops to the floor, I bash his face off my knee, taking him out of the game.

"Who knew this could be so much fun?" I say, laughing as I run and drop kick the next guard. I spin and notice a guard standing up, and I kick his legs out from under him. "Whoops! Didn't see you there, Mister!"

As I jump up, arms come around me and the guard manages to get hand cuffs on me. I scream in frustration before I snap my head back, breaking the guards nose. Ouch, that had to hurt like a bitch. I should know since I've had my nose broken before.

I jump and move my arms in front of me, eyeing the remaining guards that are still standing. This is going to be harder to my hands cuffed, but I can still do it. I back up as I try to catch my breath, watching the other guards surround me. How am I supposed to go about this? I guess I could use the handcuffs to choke a guard, but that won't do me any good with the others here to stop me.

My back hits a wall, and my head snaps to look over my shoulder at Joker, who is staring down at me. I can see pride, lust, and something else in his eyes as he stares at me, then his eyes turn murderous as he looks out at the guards. After a minute, he looks back down at me with his anger disappearing.

"It's ok. Go home, Harley." Joker tells me, not an ounce of his usual playfulness in his tone. He's serious, and I can feel my eyes tear up at his words. It feels like I've been backstabbed because he's never called me by my name before. He's always used one of my silly nicknames, but now he's used my name, and it sounds like a goodbye to me. There's no way he's saying goodbye when I just decided to throw my life away for him. He can't leave me now.

"What?" I ask him, my voice cracking as I stare at him. Does he really want me to go? To not at least try to stay and fight to be with him? Does he really want me to leave him forever? Why does it feel like I'm suffocating and dying?

The pain is so intense that I have to bite my tongue to stop from crying out. I can't stop my tears as the fall down my face, and I shake my head at him. He really doesn't want me anymore. I'm nothing to him now just like I am to everyone else. It's the same thing every time. I get attached to someone I think cares, then they prove me wrong by leaving me. Nut why does this time hurt ten times more than the other times?

"Mistah J?" I ask again, my voice barely a whisper now as the guards grab my arms much more gently this time. Even they seem to understand that I'm suddenly made of glass that could shatter, so why doesn't he? I walk backwards, our eyes never leaving each other. His eyes are cold and distant, which just makes this all the more painful. I feel like my hearts being ripped out of my chest.

I really was just a toy to him. A pawn in the huge game he calls life. A plaything for him until I became too broken to play with. I fell for the ultimate joke and ended up becoming the punchline.

I watch as something passes through his eyes, but before I could figure out what it was, the doors slam shut between us. I let out a wail of agony at the fact I will never get to see him or my friends ever again.