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"Zoey, he'll come after me won't he?" Harley Quinn bites her lip. Her usually smooth accented voice comes out hurt and broken. Her hair is a mess, her pigtails are full of mud and her eye shadow is smudge. I look at her mournfully. I know he will, he's an evil son of a bitch, but I can't let her know that I know. I look around the abandoned warehouse, its raining outside, like it seems to do all the time in Gotham. I let myself catch my breath. Joker's goons have gotten better at running.

"No hun, not yet." I put on my best smile and try to comfort my best friend. "If anything, ARGUS will get us first, it won't be fun but.."

"It'll be safe." She interrupts me. I nod. She grabs her gun and reloads. I grab my own gun from off my back. Its a large gun, some sort of rifle I would guess, I don't know, I stole it from ARGUS today. I'm not a criminal, but sometimes you just have to steal for your own good.

"Let's go." I point across the warehouse and to a pair of rusted metal doors. We walk slowly and swiftly, I look behind us every couple of seconds to check for the goons, but none seem to be around. We reach the doors and I put my hand up to it. I lean my head against and listen. I hear some sort of marching on the other side but it is distant. I close my eyes and listen harder. I hear someone whispering, I can't hear what they are saying but I can tell its a civilian. They must have been trapped. I move back and nod to Harley. We push open the door.

The room is black and quiet. Any sound of of marching or whispering has stopped. I hold my gun at ready. Im about to say something when out of the darkness comes a light.

"I see you." Says the unmistakable voice of the Joker. I shove Harley behind me. I push her outside of the door but I stumble as I do. I feel a strong hand grab me and pull me back into the darkness.

"Harley, run!" I yell. I feel two hard punches hit my face. Blood wells up in my mouth. Someone hits my legs and I fall to my knees. A gruff hand holds my face up as I hear footsteps come near me. I look up to see the painted face of horror looking down at me. He makes a noise of disapproval and shakes his head.

"You handed Harley right over to ARGUS." His voice is sly. He takes out a knife and takes it to my face. I try not to show any emotion but I'm scared as hell.

"Screw off Joker." I try to sound brave. He only grins.

"Take her home."

I try to fight against the goons holding me but they're a lot stronger than I am. Soon I become limp and tired. They drag me out of the warehouse. I can hear sirens now and I see a helicopter fly above me. It has a searchlight and it shines to the far right of me. I look over and see Harley kneeling down on the ground. ARGUS agents surround her. I try to fight against the men again.

"Harle-" I try to shout but one of the goons covers my mouth.

"Shut her up." I hear the Joker sneer.

A goon comes in front of me, he balls up his fists and hits me in the face. Black spots cover my eyes and soon I hear nothing.

****

That was weeks ago, maybe years ago? I don't remember, I've been in this chair for a long time. I should be dead by now. My body is scarred and dying, I think it is.

All I know is that I betrayed my best friend, I left her all alone.

I can't see anything, I can only hear. I'm not blind, but I've been blindfolded for the entire time I've been here. I can only see the dark.

The dark used to scare me, but now its the only comfort I have.

I feel a tear slide down my face as I hear the door to the room I'm in open.

"Hello darling, ready to leave?" Joker's voice calls out.

"Leave?" My voice cracks.

"Oh yes, they let out a couple of inmates from Arkham, I figured you and I can bust out of this joint too." He snickers.

I hear other footsteps. Hands grab me and soon I am dragged along the floor. My legs dangle and I realize how weak I've become.

"Suit her up for the occasion, the family reunion is a time to look good." Joker speaks.

I feel my body slowly start to lose energy. I close my eyes as I am dragged.

I pray to God they kill me while I sleep.

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