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

Blackgate

"Wake up" a voice instructed.

I've been in this position way too often...it was getting ridiculous, being locked up, tortured, locked up, knocked out, tortured, locked up, knocked out, arrested, locked up, tortured again and again and again.

My body brought itself to move and then my eyes opened, I could see a blurry figure of a person outside of the cell. I sat up on the uncomfortable prison bed.

I got up from the bed and stretched then walked up and looked at the guard through the small open hatch.

"Morning, Miss Quinn." the guard said softly.

"What do you want? Are ya here ta take me somewhere, do somethin' to me? Look, I'm an emotional wreck and I look a state, what more do you want?" I moaned pathetically.

"I just brought you some breakfast" the guard smiled, offering me a small metal container of cereal through the hatch.

"Thanks? Why you bein 'so kind ta me? What's the catch?"

"You have to eat, Miss Quinn. In prison or not."

I took the container from the guard. I put it on my bed and returned to the small opening in the door, smiling at the guard in a friendly way.

"Although you will have to excuse our methods of bringing you here, I hope you will find your time here beneficial. We have several experts who will be willing to help you overcome your physical or mental constraints." the guard explained, seemingly empathizing towards me.

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that before" I responded sarcastically.

"Please don't think of this as an asylum, or a prison. We care about your physical and mental well-being, Miss Quinn. We want you to feel comfortable, so please let us know if there's anything we can do to help you."

"Let me go?" I asked jokingly.

"Haha, nice try. You have a meeting with the head of the facility this morning at 10 o clock, you will be escorted there by our trained guards, I might possibly be one of those escorting you, but it's for your own safety."

"A meeting...? Meetings are so boring!" I groaned.

"An introductory meeting, all of our inmates have one. It gives you a chance to understand what to expect from your time here in the Blackgate Psychiatric Facility. It's a separate building from Blackgate Penitentiary, so don't expect to be treated like other common criminals."

"Sure, whatever." I said, sitting on my bed and sighing quietly to myself.

I wonder where Mistah J was...I wonder if he's even in the same cell-block as me, maybe he's already been for his introductory meeting or maybe he's just sitting, bored out of his mind on the bed like me.

"One more thing, your partner has been transferred to death row." he said, showing me sympathy. The guard closed the door hatch and walked away from my cell.

No...no! Not my puddin, no he won't die! He won't! Shit...I have to get out of here to save him, but how! No, he's smart, he's crafty...he'll save himself or figure out something...he has to! I won't live with myself knowing I left him to die!

I sat on my bed, crying. It might attract a guard to open the cell and let me out, probably not... but worth a try. I was genuinely upset, all joke's aside, he is my puddin. I love him. He won't die, I won't let him die.

I reached into my bra where I keep my knife...oh my god...are you kidding me? They actually did a strip search of me and took my hidden weapons too! Now that's just unfair. I'm stuck in this horrible but unusually coloured prisoner clothing, it was actually beige instead of orange. And I haven't got any tricks or weapons hidden anywhere, the only weapon I can use is my devilish charm. Hehehe. I bet I can find at least one way to get out of this situation with just flirting and sweet nothings.