𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 | 𝙊𝙣𝙚-𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

Hostage

Set in an AU.

Harleen Quinzel is still the Joker's therapist, but she has no romantic feelings for him whatsoever. The Joker however, is deeply and madly in love with her. So, once he breaks out of Arkham Asylum, he drugs her and kidnaps her. Joker takes her back to his lair, where he slowly waits for her to fall in love with him.

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Harleen Quinzel woke up with chains around her wrists and ankles. Her eyes darted around the cold gray room. Her spinning head couldn't take in the dim space around her quick enough.

She jerked against the chains. Harleen was in a small room with a single overhead light dangling from the cracked gray ceiling.

She opened her mouth to scream, but was too scared to alert whoever had taken her here. The door was solid iron, most likely locked up tight from the outside.

The door unlocked. Harleen jerked her head up. Should she pretend to be asleep? She looked around for somewhere to hide. The room was absolutely empty besides the flickering light bulb. The door creaked open with a gentle shove.

What she saw made her heart stop.

The Joker.

Her breath quickened in fear.

"Where have you taken me?!" Harleen demanded, "What do you want? I'll give you anything! Money? Name it, and I'll give it to you!"

He stalked closer to her, leaving the tray of food he was carrying by the door. He ran his hand along her collarbone. She flinched away from his touch, panic in her face.

"You, darling," his creepy grin widened, "I want you."

Her breath choked her esophagus, "No. No… Please no…" she begged, tears clouded her vision once more, "Please, anything but that!"

He laughed, his teeth white as snow, "Oh, sweet thing. I'm not a monster." He touched her cheek. She turned her head sharply.

"I want you to want me."

"I will never want you," Harleen spat.

His fist clenched at his side, "Yes," he growled, "You will."

He slammed the food tray down in front of her, "Eat."

She raised an eyebrow, holding up a hand chained to the wall.

Joker sighed, grabbing the spoon and dipping it into the chicken noodle soup, "Eat."

Harleen turned her head, "No."

"Eat now."

She glared at him, that fire in her eyes making her all the more attractive to him, "I would rather die."

He laughed, setting the spoon back onto the tray, "Fine. Have it your way, Harley."

"I told you not to call me that," Harleen snapped.

"And have I ever listened?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, "No."

"Don't worry, I'll leave it here. Case you want to lap it up like a dog," he cackled.

She clenched her teeth together to keep from spitting into his face.

"I must be on my way now, darling. I'll be back for you soon, I pinky-promise."

"What are you going to do?" She demanded, "Kill people? You know that will never make me want you."

He laughed, "Just because I'm a wanted criminal doesn't mean I don't have errands to run. See you soon, Harley."

"Don't call meâ€"!" The door slammed shut on her words. Tears spilled down her cheeks before she could even take a breath.

"Joker!" Harleen screamed. She yelled his name, cursed him until her dirty words filled up the small room, "I hate you," she sobbed, "I hate you."

***

The hours turned into days. Harleen couldn't count how many times she had tried to escape just like she couldn't count how many days had passed. Harleen had no sense of time, no idea whether it was night or day. Joker visited her, giving her trays of food three times a day. Everytime she refused to eat.

She would not grant him the satisfaction of winning.

Harleen was lying on the floor when the iron door creaked open once more. The Joker was scowling this time as he took in her frail position.

"If you want me to become as sick as you, you're gonna have to do better than this," she laughed, but it was dry and weak.

He was carrying a glass of water. He walked over to her, leaning at her level.

"No food this time?" Harleen challenged.

Suddenly, he splashed the water in her face. She gasped, "What the hell was that for?" Harleen meant it to come out as a harsh shout, but all she could manage was a weak whisper.

"You're dying," he sighed, "You idiot."

She turned her head away from him, "Let me."

"No," Joker grabbed her hollow cheeks, "Look at me Harleen Quinzel. You're going to eat, and you're going to live. You understand me?"

She tried to shake her head.

"I said, do you understand me?" Joker growled.

She gritted her teeth together, "Yes."

"Good." Joker got up from kneeling on the floor. He walked outside of the door and grabbed a tray of soup. Harleen's stomach rumbled, and hunger gnawed at her stomach with a fiery vengeance.

He held out a spoonful of soup for her, "Eat."

Her mouth remained closed.

"Eat... And I'll unchain you."

Harleen bit the inside of her cheek. After a moment of hesitation, she ate the soup. It tasted sweet as honey as it trailed down her baren esophagus. Joker pulled out a small silver key from his pocket, unlocking the chains on her wrists.

Harley felt the raw skin on her wrists.

"My ankles?" She gestured to her ankles, which were still chained to the wall.

Joker laughed, "Don't want you getting any ideas," he winked, leaning closer to her.

"Right."

He made a mistake, Harleen realized. He was too close to her. Harleen's eyes darted down at her hands. She had taken multiple self defense classes as a kid. She could choke him to death right now.

She ripped the spoon out from his hands, "Get out."

"Already?"

"Go."

He laughed, "See you soon, Harley." Joker left the room, shutting the door quickly behind him.

She could have killed him right then.

So why didn't she?

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