Mad Love

Chapter 26

Today was the day I would break out of Arkham Asylum. I sat on top of my metal bed, it was pushed up vertically and I sat on the frame of it, waiting for one of the guards to enter my cell. Pamela had already rigged all of the security cameras with replaying footage from this morning. All I had to do was wait and then my escape would be a breeze.
A guard entered my cell moments later and gave me a questioning look as he approached me and the bed.
"What the hell are you-" He was cut off by me tipping the heavy metal bed over and crushing him underneath.
"Whoops, clumsy me." I giggled as I reached under to grab his key card. The doors slid open with ease but before exiting I grabbed the guard's uniform, gun and other objects that seemed of use. The uniform was a little oversized but it didn't really matter. Upon exiting I was given a head nod by a near by guard, the disguise seemed to work! Then I made my way to the double doors that led out to the main area of Arkham where I could find my costume. I swiped the key card but it didn't seem to work, I tried again, nothing. Looking around I spotted a sleeping guard and crept towards him, his key card was clearly visible and just before I grabbed it someone shouted "hey!" I made a run for it, grabbing the card. I swiped the card on the door and ran getting out of sight from the guard. I hid behind a near by pillar to catch my breath and collect myself before running off to get my costume, etc. suddenly someone I recognized walked by, it was Frannie. She looked flustered and in a rush since she was tapping her foot rapidly. I decided I would have some fun before leaving Arkham by messing with her.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to place you under arrest for assaulting a prisoner." I hid my accent as best I could, stifling laughter. Pamela spotted me and walked over to join me.
"What the hell is going on? This is ridiculous, assault who?!" Frannie ripped away from me, glaring.
"The inmate named, err, poison...um, poison ivy! Yeah, she reported that you hit her many times and called her an ugly whore, we're going to have to arrest you and put you in the closest available cell." Pamela joined in, sounding as professional as possible.
"What are you talking about? I haven't hit anyone! And who do you think your talking to? I basically run this joint, you can't arrest me!"
"I'm afraid that's not up to us." I cuffed her and escorted her to my empty cell, locking it behind me.
"Poison Ivy? Where'd that name come from?" I asked, feeling a rush of adrenaline.
"I dunno, just came off the top of my head I guess, I was recently studying plants in one of my classes, we did an experiment to see if plant toxins in your bloodstream would cause any dramatic changes in physical appearance and behavior. I was the 'test subject' haha! I guess I have plants in the brain."
"Hmm, Poison Ivy... I like it, it suits you."
"Very funny, anyways we'd better get you out of here, the desk that has your costume is over there, when the person at the desk asks which inmate your picking up supplies for, say inmate number 25643, 'kay?"
"Yeah, got it. Thanks fo' ya help red, I really appreciate it. Hopefully it'll pay off."
"It had better, I'll see you around."
"See ya soon! But hopefully not too soon." I then made my way over to the desk. I told the man behind it the number of the inmate I was picking up for and a few moments later a box came that contained my costume, gloves, boots, gun, and mask. I picked it up giddily and looked around to make sure no one was around and shot the desk clerk, I then took out a blade from the inside of the guard uniform I was wearing and cut into the man's stomach, writing "HARLEY QUINN WAS HERE" I giggled and ran over to the bathroom to change back into my costume. Afterwards I snuck to the back of the building through the ventilation shaft in the bathroom. "Ah memories!" I said to myself since this was basically the same way I escaped from Arkham with the joker last time. There was a small hatch underneath me and to my better judgement I thought it was the right exit. I hopped down and ended up landing right in the middle of a hallway crawling with guards. They all stopped in their tracks when they spotted me and went after me with their guns, walkie talkies, and tasers. I slid underneath one of them and kicked him where it hurt. He fell to the ground in pain, there were 7 more guards. Outnumbered, I needed to think of a better option. I quickly grabbed my gun from my boot and started shooting at the rapidly trying to give a distraction. It clearly didn't work as more and more guards came flying in. Suddenly out of nowhere I was kicked to the ground. It was batman, oh great. I was so close to freedom, so freaking close! Oh well, Arkham's not so bad anyways.
"Where's the joker?" Batman lifted me up by the collar so we were face to face. I laughed, rolling my eyes, was he really this stupid?
"You already know where he is b-man, I already told Gordan everything there is to know. Nick also told ya, I'm not gonna tell ya anything you haven't already heard. God are you really this stupid?"
"Don't play dumb with me Quinn, no one just randomly plans to break out of Arkham without someone helping them from the outside, and jokers in on it."
"You're only half right, but even if I told you the whole story, you still wouldn't be satisfied with the answer. Now can ya please be a sweetie and drop me, my legs are starting to get all tingly." Batman dropped me and I didn't wait even a second before I shot him in the arm. He cringed and lunged for me. I dodged his attacks and ran for the back doors of the building, keycard in hand I unlocked the door with a swipe and ran outside finding the jokers truck waiting for me. I smiled and ran toward it. The passenger door opened and Nick was in the drivers seat.
"Get in!" He called. I obeyed and just before I closed the door, batman and the rest of the guards ran out the join us.
"Oh, by the way b-man, if you really want ta know, we'll be at the old chemical factory if you need us, chow!" With that I closed the car door, ready to be reunited with my puddin'.