**COMPLETE** Diamonds and Scars (Harley Quinn & The Joker - Fanfiction)

Literature

Outside of the hospital room, the corridor was empty. I could hear screaming in the distance. I walked towards it curiously.

The operating theatre. Of course...what are they doing in there? They sound in pain.

What do you care about if someone's in pain or not?

You're a criminal

Not a fucking hero.

Just leave them alone, get out of here.

Or, go in there and kill everyone.

Meh. I kicked open the door and saw the doctors and nurses operating on...oh fuck me.

I walked in and grabbed a knife from the operating tools and wielded it close to me. I shoved it close to their faces and grabbed one of them to interrogate.

"WHY ARE YOU OPERATING ON HER?" I asked loudly.

"Please...I...I'm only doing what I was told to do..." the surgeon responded nervously.

"Who gave the order!" I put the knife closer to the surgeon's neck.

"It was....it was Doctor Maxwell Wright! Please... Please let me go!"

"Doctor Wright?" Who tha hell is that?" I waved the knife towards the other staff. "Any of you speak English?"

"I...I only know his name...I don't know anything else." the surgeon continued.

"Oh will ya shut up please! Ya voice is whining and its annoying ya know" I rolled my eyes and threw him on the floor. "Ya better get this gal out of this room in 10 seconds or i'll kill all of ya!"

"But...but...the procedure isn't complete...if we remove her from the room as she is...she'll die"

"Trust me, she won't die." "NOW DO IT"

"Ok....Ok....take it easy" he said as he and the other surgeons moved the equipment away and disconnected the tubes and wires from the woman on the operating table.

The woman...was Pamela Isley also known as Poison Ivy.

I walked over to her.

"H...Harley?" she asked.

"Mhm. I heard someone screaming but I couldn't believe it was you."

"What's happening?"

"XOS, they were pumping it into you. It's a toxin. I knew that when they injected it into me It made me angry. I recognized the feeling when Mistah J injected me with something similar...but this XOS is much stronger. It can be harmless at first but at a high enough dosage...it can kill you. These idiots were putting enough inside your body to kill you instantly. About another 100 ml ingested and you'd be dead right now. So, ya know...you're welcome."

"Come again?"

"Nasty chemical that can kill ya" I said sarcastically.

"Oh...well that figures...just someone else trying to kill me. Who is it this time?"

"Someone called Doctor Maxwell Wright. Max Wright...I can't help but think I recognize that name" I said.

"Can you walk?" I asked.

"Yes." she replied, stumbling slightly as she got up.

We walked outside of the operating theatre room and I noticed something on the wall. Words...written on the wall...in blood.

It read:

'My ears are burning,

You talking about me?

Girl you're curious,

I can't believe you're thinking,

You can stop my reasoning,

And fault the hand that wields the knife.

When the blade is on your grave,

Who will be there to save you?

Nobody important.'

"What's that, some kind of riddle? Has Nigma been writing all over every single wall in this city now?" Ivy asked.

"No...no it's not a riddle. It's a poem" I realized.

"So a murderer similar to The Riddler who uses poems instead of riddles?"

"But there are no clues, so it's not as useful as a riddle" I sighed.

This was some creepy stuff, someone wanting to kill me. And it wasn't just a joke. That was obvious. So it wasn't Mistah J.

"My ears are burning" I said, thinking about the connection between our conversation and the line of the poem. "You don't think...?" I paused.

"Maxwell Wright?" she answered.

"Wright...write? As in...writing a poem! Oh my god. This guy is a crazy shit insane doctor, murderer and crazy psychopathic poet?" I said nervously.

We walked down the corridor further and saw another...another verse of the poem.

It read:

'Curiosity is a blessing,

And a curse.

I'd avoid investigating,

It might get you hurt.

Would I lie to you?

Maybe I would.

Would I hurt you?

Maybe I would.

Would I kill you?'

The last line of the poem was smudged so I couldn't read what it said. Well...I kinda wish Mistah J were here now. He'd murder this so called poet and then we'd be back together.

How can you consider getting back together with The Joker? Are you seriously that gullible?

"This is getting weird." I said

"You can say that again" Ivy replied.

"This is getting-"

 "It's a saying, I didn't want you to say it again." she interrupted.