Dollface

1: Hostage

Disclaimer: This is not the story of Harley Quinn your used too. Harley is still Joker's psychiatrist but the way things will not be the same. For example Harley doesn't always have her accent, even after things start with the joker.

I do not own any DC Comic's characters.

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Harleen Quinnzel is 24 years old. She is 5'7 and has a body that would make any guy fall in love with her. She has been working at Arkham Asylum for about a year. She has brown hair and bright blue eyes. To those who do not know her, she is as innocent as can be. Harleen is a hard worker, who has her eyes set on perfection. Harleen sees the good in everyone.

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-Harleen's PoV-

I hate my life. I hate my job. I hate my body. I hate everything that has ever happened to me. I hate Gotham.

I think about how much I hate everything as
I walk down the streets of Gotham. It's about 5 pm but it's pitch black dark outside. I know deep inside of me that I shouldn't be walking alone at night. But honestly, I'm not nearly pretty enough to get raped.

Except I am.

And that scares the shit out of me.

I hear the sound of gunshots. My heart rate picks up immediately and I start taking off my heels. I pull them off and keep walking.if someone comes my way I want to be able to run. I turn the corner onto my street,what I see is something I never thought I would see before.

A hostage situation.

I see men with clown masks on and I know who is causing all the trouble.

The Joker, Gotham's most terrifying killer. The very reason I'm a psychiatrist. I gasp quietly. One of the goons turns his head and looks straight at me.

Well fuck. I drop my heels and my purse and start to run. I can feel my nylons ripping as I run across the hard asphalt away from the seen. I feel something heavy hit my head and, the last thing I see before passing out is his mask.

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I slowly open my heavy eyelids. My arms are handcuffed behind my back. I'm sitting on the ground next to the other hostages. They all look terrified, like their going to pee their pants. But I refuse give them that satisfaction. I sit their smiling, humming a random song that's stuck in my head. Titanium has been stuck in my head for days and so I hum that.

I hear distant shouting and a goon comes up to me. He places the barrel of a gun to my head.
"Boss says if you don't stop hummin' I'm aloud to pull the trigger." He says gruffly. As he turns to walk away I start singing.

"I'm bulletproof nothin' to lose
Fire away,fire away." he grabs my arm and starts dragging me.
"Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away." he sits me down in a chair on the far side of the room.
"You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium." I hear a door slam behind me.
"You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am tita-" A hand clamps around my mouth.

"You have the voice of a siren." A rough male voice whispers into my ear. His breath was warm in my ear. He pulls his hand off my mouth and whispers again "If you start singing again I will have to fuck you right here and right now." A small whimper escapes me as he grabs the back of my head. "You have such pretty brown hair. It doesn't match your complexion. Or your eyes." The mystery man releases my hair.

The Joker steps in front of me. I stand up the chair I'm sitting in falling behind me with a crash.
"You think your bullet proof bitch? Let's find out!" He pulls a gun out of a holster and aims it at me. He pulls the trigger and a bullet hits me in the shoulder. I scream out a list of profanities that shouldn't be repeated. Tears stream down my face.

He walks behind me and unlocks the handcuffs. I clutch my shoulder trying to apply as much pressure as possible. I see a dark figure standing behind The Joker.

"You're going back to Arkham Joker!" Batman says calmly as he swiftly takes The Joker out.

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Okay so this is my first shot at this story and I don't know how often I'll update but I've been thinking on new ways for Harley's story. Everyone has her original story on wattpad but I wanted to try something different.

XxPidermanxX I want you to read this and tell me what you think. -Baman.